I've been meaning to post this for years, but never got round to it: (edit: first post btw)
Many many years ago myself and about 10 friends went up to Edinburgh for the fringe festival as a treat to ourselves for having finished our A levels and to have a last blow out before we all went our separate ways to university and whatnot.
On the second or third day there (mid week) we had gone to do a bit of shopping on Princes Street.
Me and 3 or 4 of the group had gone in to a department store (I forget the name, but a fairly big one) to buy a towel. We left the shop and my friend, who was wearing shorts, wrapped the towel around his middle giving the impression he had no trousers on, and we carried on down Princes Street to the nearest pub, all laughing at how funny we were.
Then it went quiet.
I mean silent. This is a very busy street, at a very busy time of the year. There were loads of people about but making no sound. You could have heard a pin drop.
We all noticed this at about the same time, and started whispering to each other, "Ooooo, spooky" etc. So it wasn't just me that was noticing the weirdness. We could hear each other perfectly.
This lasted perhaps a minute and we were walking all the time. Then bit by bit the sounds returned. The best way I can describe it is like when you surface in a swimming pool. The water drains from your ears and the sounds return slowly rather than all at once.
I don't know what happened, I just put it down to a strange coincident. Perhaps a minutes silence? But then how come people were still going about their business, plus I would have thought I would have known that something was going on.
Dunno.
I like to think it was some kind of Fortean event!
-Will