NomDeGuerre
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Long-time lurker, new poster, inspired to finally join...
I've had a few experiences I'd chalk up as unexplained or verging on my definition of the supernatural, but none so clear as one I shared with my mum about a decade ago.
I was learning to drive at the time and, with a learner's zeal, desperate to get behind the wheel whenever I could. One evening, my mum agreed I could take her into Nuneaton (our nearest town) to visit some relatives. It was a January evening, around 6pm, and so darkness had already fallen (as I say, learner's zeal and all that...)
I don't know if many people are familiar with the highways and byways of North Warwickshire, but the quickest route into 'Nuneaton proper' from the A5 that cuts through the county is via the A444, a fairly secluded slice of road that runs perpendicular to the much busier A5.
So, drive down there we did in a line of about three or four other cars (I'd say we were the second car back from the front). What's remarkable about this particular stretch of road is that there's no footpaths, no streetlights and very dense, very high hedges on either side. My mum and I were conversing about nothing in particular as we rounded a bend when the headlights of the car in front picked out a shape in the lane - definitely 'man shaped', but with a kind of shimmering haze around it (I'd later describe it as looking 'solid but not filled in', if that makes any sense at all).
The shape wasn't stationary, and had moved across the road and directly into the path of the vehicle in front. I slammed on my breaks, expecting the car in front to do the same and... nothing. The vehicle passed through exactly where the shape should have been without (seemingly) reacting in anyway at all.
Both my mum and I looked instinctively to our left (if someone had crossed, they'd have had no time to make it safely over and scale the very tightly packed hedgerow without being seen) and saw absolutely nothing.
it wasn't until we got home that my mum brought it up and we both remembered it in exactly the same fashion. The same sequence of events, the same man-shaped (but not quite) figure, the same hazy / waviness that surrounded it.
I've looked into other anecdotes about that road since and have a found a few other accounts (a phantom cyclist floating several feet off the ground being the most notable) but nothing else that would tally with what we saw.
I've had a few experiences I'd chalk up as unexplained or verging on my definition of the supernatural, but none so clear as one I shared with my mum about a decade ago.
I was learning to drive at the time and, with a learner's zeal, desperate to get behind the wheel whenever I could. One evening, my mum agreed I could take her into Nuneaton (our nearest town) to visit some relatives. It was a January evening, around 6pm, and so darkness had already fallen (as I say, learner's zeal and all that...)
I don't know if many people are familiar with the highways and byways of North Warwickshire, but the quickest route into 'Nuneaton proper' from the A5 that cuts through the county is via the A444, a fairly secluded slice of road that runs perpendicular to the much busier A5.
So, drive down there we did in a line of about three or four other cars (I'd say we were the second car back from the front). What's remarkable about this particular stretch of road is that there's no footpaths, no streetlights and very dense, very high hedges on either side. My mum and I were conversing about nothing in particular as we rounded a bend when the headlights of the car in front picked out a shape in the lane - definitely 'man shaped', but with a kind of shimmering haze around it (I'd later describe it as looking 'solid but not filled in', if that makes any sense at all).
The shape wasn't stationary, and had moved across the road and directly into the path of the vehicle in front. I slammed on my breaks, expecting the car in front to do the same and... nothing. The vehicle passed through exactly where the shape should have been without (seemingly) reacting in anyway at all.
Both my mum and I looked instinctively to our left (if someone had crossed, they'd have had no time to make it safely over and scale the very tightly packed hedgerow without being seen) and saw absolutely nothing.
it wasn't until we got home that my mum brought it up and we both remembered it in exactly the same fashion. The same sequence of events, the same man-shaped (but not quite) figure, the same hazy / waviness that surrounded it.
I've looked into other anecdotes about that road since and have a found a few other accounts (a phantom cyclist floating several feet off the ground being the most notable) but nothing else that would tally with what we saw.
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.. KEGS doesn't ring any bells? .. if you could find a shot of the exact area you both had the sighting, that would great.
