The Sitting Room that Wasn’t

Mel. H. had a repeating spacetime slip over the course of three days. It was definitely a Back to the Past TWIDDER.  Veddy interesting . . . and rare!  (See original posting at ThoughtCo.)
My husband and I live in the deep woods of east Texas, near a tiny place call Mot. Sylvan. I had been having some medical tests done at a hospital nearby.

I went for testing three days in a row, always with the same routine: I parked in the same small parking lot, walked through the double doors leading to the first floor cardio testing area, turned right at the gift shop and signed in at the desk. I always exchanged some casual conversation with the same young and very pleasant blond receptionist.

There was a small sitting area across from her desk, with a door leading to the phlebotomy (blood drawing) lab right behind her cubicle. the door to the lab was always open, though, Screen Shot 2018-07-05 at 5.38.53 PMand the sight of patients sitting in the exact type of chairs—even the same color—that I saw my late mother sit in for her chemo treatments was just too gut wrenching. (She died a year ago.)

I even heard a patient in the lab comment on the new chairs, and a nurse replied that the hospital’s oncology department had donated them. I decided to sit across the hall anyway.

Last Friday my husband went back to the hospital with me to hear the test results. He had never been there before. Usual routine: We parked, walked in, turned past the gift shop and . . . there was no check-in area! I stood and stared in total shock: No desk, no chairs, no blond receptionist, and the door to the lab was on another wall! The other sitting area was just as before.

I started to walk up and down the hall searching for “my” check-in area, but it was nowhere to be seen. A doctor walked by, noticed my confusion, and asked what I was looking for. When I told him that the place I had checked in for my tests was missing, he laughed and said that it had been moved to the second floor three years earlier because they needed more space!

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Jack and the Beanstalk . . . Again

New mother Sheri N. had a Back to the Past TWIDDER one tiring evening at home.  (See original post at ThoughtCo. online.)

As usual, the long work day was coming to an end and I was dutifully putting the last load of laundered clothes away in our bedroom when I heard a ruckus on the baby monitor just a few feet away from me. I thought it strange when I knew my husband and toddler were both in the living room quietly watching TV as my two-year-old drifted silently off to sleep curled in my husband’s lap as he caught the evening news.

The bedroom door was straight in front of me and I could see all the way down the hall to my husband and son in the Lazy Boy chair as this ruckus over the monitor continued.

It didn’t take long for me to realize the sounds were very familiar. Screen Shot 2018-06-21 at 10.30.55 AMEarlier in the day, I was in my toddler’s bedroom putting a load of folded clothes into the drawers and picked up some stray toys and books that weren’t being played with at the time. As I was doing so, I was telling my son about the story of “Jack and The Beanstalk” for the first time.

Now I stood in disbelief as I heard the drawers being pulled open and shut and rustling of the toys and books being put into their proper places. But I nearly fainted when I heard my son’s voice over the monitor! I kept looking back and forth at my husband and now-sleeping son in the chair in the living room and the monitor sitting on my dresser that was literally replaying the specific events from earlier in the day!

The monitor is a standard baby monitor bought from Walmart and is NOT a recorder, but instead monitors the sounds coming from the room as they are happening at present time only.

I listened as my voice retold the story of “Jack and The Beanstalk” and listened with familiarity as my son responded in baby-talk to the tail he had never heard before. The incredible part was this all happened five hours earlier on the same day!

I quickly called my husband into the room as he listened to the last part of the story with my voice coming through the monitor and our sons coos and chuckles. He stood stunned and turned his head and looked at our sleeping son flopped peacefully over his shoulder. In disbelief, he asked, “How in the hell…?!” as his voice drifted off trying not to miss a thing. I just stared at him in the same disbelief and we both just shook our heads.

This has never happened before or since and became pretty clear from the beginning that we were listening to some kind of warp in time. I never imagined in a million years that I would be witness to it and must admit, if it should happen to you, it is indeed, one of the most incredible moments one can ever experience!

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The View from the Stairs

Almost a century ago, a Scottish doctor had a brief but never-to-be-forgotten Back to the Past TWIDDER.

In 1935 Dr. E. G. Moon, a very down-to-earth Scots physician with a practice in Broadstairs, was at Minster in Thanet visiting his patient, Lord Carson, who lived at Cleve Court.  After talking to Carson, the doctor left his patient and made his way downstairs into the hallway. Scotland-Rehab-ClinicHis mind was very clearly occupied at the time with the instructions he had given the nurse about the prescription he had left for Carson. At the front door Dr. Moon hesitated, wondering whether to go back upstairs to have another word with the nurse.

It was at this point that the doctor noted that his car was no longer where he had left it in the driveway. In fact, it had been parked alongside a thick yew hedge and that, too, was missing. Even the drive down which he had driven from the main road was now nothing but a muddy track, and a man was coming towards him.

The newcomer on the scene, only thirty yards from Dr Moon, was rather oddly dressed wearing an old-fashioned coat with several capes around his shoulders. And he wore a top hat of the kind seen in the previous century. As he walked he smacked a switch against his riding boots. Over his shoulder he carried a long-barrelled gun. He stared hard at Moon. And the doctor registered the fact that the man coming towards him might have looked more at home in the 19th century.

Remarkably, Dr. Moon seems not at the time to have been either alarmed or even mildly surprised by the changed scenery, by the quite oddly dressed man approaching his or the fact that his car was missing. What preoccupied him was the thought of Lord Carson’s prescription.

He simply turned away, without any concern, to go back into the house. But he did quite casually take one more look at the scene he was leaving. And now, as if by magic, the car was back where it had been and the yew hedge too. The drive was no longer a muddy track. And the man had also disappeared, back one assumes to the previous century. And it was only now that Dr Moon realized that something odd, something decidedly odd, had occurred.

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The Cafe

Talk about a Back to the Past TWIDDER, Mrs. Warburton had a doozy of one 50 years ago.

On the morning of 18 June 1968, an elderly lady, Mrs Charlotte Warburton, went shopping with her husband in the town of Tunbridge Wells, England. They decided to go their separate ways for a while and meet up later. That morning, unable to find a particular brand of coffee from her usual grocer, she went into a supermarket in Calverley Road.

As she entered the shop she saw a small café Screen Shot 2018-04-20 at 5.18.48 PMthrough an entrance in the left-hand wall. She had never before realized that there was a café there. It was rather old-fashioned with wood paneled walls. There were no windows and the room was lit by a number of electric bulbs with frosted shades

There was at the time, she thought, nothing especially odd about the scene. Two women in rather long dresses were sitting at one table and about half a dozen men, all in dark lounge suits, were sitting at tables further back in the room.  All of the people were drinking coffee and chatting . . . a normal sight for a country town at eleven o’clock in the morning.

Mrs Warburton did not stay but she certainly did not recognize anything amiss either then or indeed for several days. Even the rather formal and slightly off-key clothing made no immediate impression on her.  Without questioning the circumstances in which she found herself, Mrs Warburton blithely left the café and went to meet her husband.

When they came to Tunbridge Wells on their next shopping expedition Mrs Warburton decided to take her husband to the café.  But they never did find the place, though they searched the street up and down.

No, they were told in the supermarket, there was no café there. She must be in the wrong building. It was then that they learned about the Kosmos Kinema which had stood on the site of the supermarket. They were directed to the Tunbridge Wells Constitutional Club, where the steward told them that at one time the Constitutional Club had owned the premises adjoining the Kosmos, which was now incorporated into the supermarket.

The club had had an assembly room in those days and to the rear it sported a small bar with tables for refreshments.  Mrs Warburton’s description tallied exactly with the club’s old refreshment room.

The bar, the cinema and the assembly room had all vanished years ago, Mrs Warburton was told. Yet, on 18th June 1968, she had stepped into the past and like others involved in time-slips had accepted without question, the place in which she found herself.

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Time-slip in Essex

Back-to-the-Past spacetime slips remain the most frequent type.  Following is a experience that Belle, from Essex, England, had along a country road.

I was driving at the time. It was a route that I have driven many, many times and I know the route very well. It is a straight road that leads to a small town near where I live. The road is a two-way road with fields either side, trees lining the road and a crematorium and some houses just before the road bends around.

For a very short period of time (only minutes, if not seconds), I suddenly saw the road in a completely different light – the Screen Shot 2018-03-29 at 11.53.12 AMroad was a dirt track, no tarmac, no pavements, the trees were still there, but they were a lot, lot shorter/smaller and the crematorium was gone as were the houses – it all looked very rural. As you can imagine, I was pretty taken aback and wondered what had just happened to me.

It was all over so quick and I was back driving the tarmac road again. Very strange. I don’t recall feeling like I was driving over rough terrain, in fact, nothing actual ‘felt’ different at all, it was all just visual. I have driven that route many times again since and it has never happened again.

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The Bus

Kahren submitted the following Back to the Past spacetime slip. Her mother, Doris, born in 1922, was the shocked experiencer in the mid-century 1900’s. (See original entry at http://timeslipaccounts.blogspot.com/)

My mother’s ‘displacement’ experience happened as she was traveling on the top deck of a double-decker bus in London in around the 1950s.  (We are Swedish, but lived in London).

As she was sitting there, she became aware of suddenly being out in the open, and she looked around to see that she was on the top deck of an 1800s horse-drawn double-decker omnibus.  She said she froze in shock.

The streets and everything around her had changed to what looked like early pre-Victorian times, Screen Shot 2018-03-19 at 2.52.20 PMand everyone was dressed in long dresses and frock coats.  She panicked and tried to speak the the other women sitting up there with her, but she said they didn’t answer her and she wasn’t sure if they could see her.

It only lasted a few minutes, and then she was back where she belonged.  She had never heard of anything like that, and in fact none of us had, until I decided to do a search on it the other night.

Mum was wide awake and alert, and definitely not given to flights of fancy.  She only told a couple of people, naturally Dad was one, and then me.

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The Artillery Shell

The book, MYSTERIES OF TIME AND SPACE, reports a brief but mind-boggling spacetime slip when an artifact from World War II appears 16 years after-the-fact.  Hunh.  So it’s a Forward to the Future TWIDDER for the shell.

On February 7, 1958 an artillery shell fell from a clear sky over Naples, Italy, and clanged loudwwii-german-france-ly as it struck the street. The shell casing bore the date 1942.

At this point we can but theorize what limbo of Time and Space held that shell immobile for so many years.

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Forward to Fresno

The January 1961 issue of FATE magazine shared the TWIDDER account of a teen and her aunt.  They were but two of over two dozen observers of a frightened, confused, little old lady who, I believe, was in the midst of a Forward to the Future spacetime slip.

One hot summer day in 1936 seventeen-year-old Carmen Chaney and her aunt Frankie ran out into the street in Fresno, California, to help an old woman who seemed to be ill, who was walking as if her legs were not functioning properly.

But the elderly woman reacted with panic, and she began to move away from the solicitous women as quickly as she could hobble.old-woman-vs-grafitti1

The white-haired, tiny old lady wore a large black hat, high-necked, long-sleeved dress and high-button shoes of a decade gone by.

Within a few moments several neighbors on the block were observing the strange drama. The old woman hobbled into an alley, then looked around in helpless frustration and confusion as she realized that more than 30 people, a veritable crowd, had gathered to observe her actions.

She stopped for a brief moment, then she vanished! Disappeared in the blink of an eyelash!”

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The Galaxy

Spacetime slips are usually brief trips to different times; sometimes they blink us to other places, and occasionally both in the same instant. In 2002 Mary Jane Collins of Nashville, Tennessee, caught a disturbing glimpse of another galaxy! As opposed to entering this other galactic reality, Ms. Collins was simply an observer of an Alternate Reality TWIDDER.  (As recorded in the nonfiction book, IT WAS A DARK AND CREEPY NIGHT.)

“After waking one night and being awake for a few moments—stretching, yawning, and preparing to go back to sleep—I noticed a slowly swirling mass of energy in the room with me. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and it started to come together in the form of a vertically-oriented, swirling, galaxy shape, Arp273Main_HubblePestana_3079with what resembled a black hole at the center. I rubbed my eyes again and it was still there, very interesting to look at!

“It looked as if it had iridescent clear colors overlaid on the room’s background. You could see right through it like a heat mirage on a hot road in the summertime. Intrigued by it, I got up and walked over to it to get a closer look. I wanted to touch it, or stick my head inside and have a look.

“Then a quick fear came over me that if I did, I may not come back after what would seem like being sucked in with the force akin to an airline toilet flush. I stood and looked at it for a while and decided that was enough, and did nothing to break the apparent plane of energy.

“I laid back down and watched it for a little while longer; it slowly faded away. I haven’t seen it since. I still wonder what it was and what would have happened if I hadn’t become afraid of the unknown. What if I had touched it or stuck my head in the center to have a look see? It was fascinating and a little creepy, all at the same time.”

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The Man on the Staircase

Bill Freitag of Aurora, Illinois, underwent a joint spacetime slip with a fellow from the past. For the suave gentleman on the staircase, it was a brief Forward to the Future trip with Freitag along for the ride. Hunh! (See MYSTERIES OF TIME AND SPACE for original report.)

On a dare from his fraternity brothers, Freitag stayed overnight in a haunted house. He had been about to write the whole thing off as the dullest night in his life when he heard noises in the front hallway. He stepped away from his “nest” in a front room to confront a man in a belted smoking jacket American-Horror-Story-Murder-House-1120-Westchester-For-Sale-10about to mount the staircase.

The man seemed as startled as Bill, but both the perceived and the percipient kept their common cool. The man continued on his way up the staircase, then stopped near the top, and slowly turned around to look down at Bill. Their eyes met for several seconds, then the man resumed his movement up the stairs and walked through a wall.

Bill later learned there had once been a doorway to a bedroom at the very spot where the fellow had walked through the wall.

While the shocked college student saw an erudite gentleman in evening attire, the fellow-from-the-past got any eyeful of a tall, thin youth with shoulder-length hair and a beard!

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