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Time Or Dimensional Slips

Aydee_Aitchdee said:
Ahhhh ok, that makes more sense.

Imagine being promised heaven and then finding out after you die that the rest of your afterlife is just trying to get out of Picadilly Station
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That might not be so far from the truth for some. Like this guy, forever trying to get out of his school:

Bedford School
Between 1903 and 1909, the headmaster of Bedford School was Samuel Whitbread. Now, it is said, that at night his ghost haunts the corridors of the upper floor in the main building that he commissioned. People have reported that he has asked them for directions to get out of the building. Like a lot of ghosts, his appearance is indistinguishable from a living person (ghosts aren't usually tenuous, misty things), so much so that one boy actually led him to the exit only to discover that he had disappeared.

(Reposted from The Attention of Ghosts thread)
 
Aydee_Aitchdee said:
Ahhhh ok, that makes more sense.

Imagine being promised heaven and then finding out after you die that the rest of your afterlife is just trying to get out of Picadilly Station
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Exactly I know you are joking but it's a serious point, many ghost stories are just people witnessing a shade go through everyday actions (washing up is one I read recently) to me they just look like partial time slips, and looking at it like this gives us lots more avenues, like are the experiences mutual? Have people in the past seen people from the future? We would certainly stand out even to people from the 1930's and 40s
 
Aydee_Aitchdee said:
https://www.songfacts.com/facts/gary-numan/are-friends-electric

Speaking to Dutch TV NTR, Numan said the song is about a robot prostitute and had the BBC known at the time, they wouldn't have playlisted it. "It was a futurist version of getting pornography in the post, what comes in a brown envelope so your neighbors don't know what it is," he explained. "These machines that look human are doing various services in these grey coats and they all look the same."

"If the BBC had known what it was about they would never have played it," Numan added, "They would never have let me go on Top of the Pops. Thumbs up for obscure lyrics."
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I would like to Time Travel to that enjoyable era.
 
SimonBurchell said:
That might not be so far from the truth for some. Like this guy, forever trying to get out of his school:

Bedford School
Between 1903 and 1909, the headmaster of Bedford School was Samuel Whitbread. Now, it is said, that at night his ghost haunts the corridors of the upper floor in the main building that he commissioned. People have reported that he has asked them for directions to get out of the building. Like a lot of ghosts, his appearance is indistinguishable from a living person (ghosts aren't usually tenuous, misty things), so much so that one boy actually led him to the exit only to discover that he had disappeared.

(Reposted from The Attention of Ghosts thread)
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A little extra detail:​

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Samuel Whitbread​

Location: Bedford - Bedford School
Type: Haunting Manifestation
Date / Time: Twentieth century
Further Comments: The ghost of the 1903 headmaster Samuel Whitbread is reported to wander the corridors of the higher floors of the main building (which he commissioned) at night. On numerous occasions he has asked people who enter the building at night for directions out; one boy when leading him to the exit found he suddenly disappeared.

https://www.paranormaldatabase.com/hotspots/bedford.php

Also:

https://m.facebook.com/100057414311854/videos/the-ghost-of-samuel-whitbread/461655371367962/

Perhaps this ghost is somehow so associated with the building that he can never leave, that he is somehow within the fabric of those upper floors that he created?

(may also have been a ploy to stop young boarders leaving their dorms at night)
 
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A write-up of the famous Versailles time-slip:

"The story was so extraordinary that they decided to document a full account in book form. That account, titled An Adventure, was published in 1911. It became the literary sensation of its day, running to numerous editions. As incredible as the tale was, perhaps the most astonishing part was yet to be revealed, for Morison and Lamot did not exist. The real authors of An Adventure were Eleanor Jourdain and Charlotte Moberly, the Principal and Vice-Principal, respectively, of St Hugh’s College, University of Oxford—two highly esteemed academics hiding their names to protect their identities."

https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/time-travel-oxford-versailles
 
...and continuing further..I'd heard brief mentions of this account before, as well as @Paul_Exeter sussed out the actual location of the hotel but my BS antenna is picking up a loud buzzing

I found this write up from Jenny Randles' Strange but True book here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/timeslip/comments/13vpvvj

and this line made my time-slip loving brain go pbtbtbtbtbtbbtbt
The story came out by accident about four years later, when a friend shared the tale with a local newspaper journalist.

Why does this story feel Slemean'ed?
 
Aydee_Aitchdee said:
...and continuing further..I'd heard brief mentions of this account before, as well as @Paul_Exeter sussed out the actual location of the hotel but my BS antenna is picking up a loud buzzing

I found this write up from Jenny Randles' Strange but True book here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/timeslip/comments/13vpvvj

and this line made my time-slip loving brain go pbtbtbtbtbtbbtbt
The story came out by accident about four years later, when a friend shared the tale with a local newspaper journalist.

Why does this story feel Slemean'ed?
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So we delved into this case with high hopes initially but it should be mentioned Randles herself was skeptical of any time-storm/slip that included an overnight stay during which they remained in the past etc. It is also worth remembering that neither couple thought it was a time-slip until those photos didn't come out, so this was some time after the actual events.

We watched the freconstruction footage that is available on Youtube and how they started at the modern motel nad then headed along what used to be the major route to the Côte d'Azur before the bypass was built. In the reconstruction they tell us that they parked up on a petrol forecourt before checking into the 'time-slip' hotel. However, rather like the British town of Wellington before the M5 was built, the town had a host of competing petrol stations for what was a lucrative holiday trade (these have now all closed to become garden centres and builders yards). This seems to have been the source of the confusion as in the reconstruction they didn't venture far enough down the road. If they had they would have found a hotel matching the description of the one they stayed at: wooden shutters, no name on the front and opposite what was a petrol station forecourt.

We then also discovered that much of what else they claimed was evidence for a time-slip could be put down to culture shock in an area that had suffered economically since the bypass had deprived it of passing trade. The strange spiked soap dispensers they describe were still in use in the 1970s, the wooden shutters without glass were still common for upstairs bedrooms and so on. As for the bill for their food and lodgings, we are faced with the conundrum of why the proprietor accepted their modern (1970s) currency? Well, they were all in the 1970s is the simple answer and a mistake had been made: perhaps in the handover between shifts, perhaps they forgot they had paid on arrival or even the hotel staff confused them for some no-show British guests who had paid in advance? So in effect they were asked to pay for meal and drinks (or perhaps drinks only) and not the accommodation (I worked in the hotel trade for many years and trust me, mistakes happen).

Then you have the issue of the location, which I had always believed was in a rural area and in a different, shorter reconstruction this was the case. However, the couples tell us themselves that it was opposite a petrol station and so on the main road. So when one of tthe men took the photos of the women in the bedroom windows, they would have had to stand outside on the road or in the car park adjacent to the road, so which time are they in now? Where are the cars? Where was the traffic noise during their stay? Or where were the vintage cars and horses? Can you see the problem here: they are claiming to have spent the night in a time-slip interacting with people from the past but what was going on outside on the road and at the petrol station? Why didn't they notice the road had changed, the petrol station not being present or belonging to a different era?

Finally, as for the Gendarmes, the uniforms may have been somewhat more rustic in those parts, there was no doubt a lot of local resentment towards the Autoroute that had devastated the economy of the local area and these British were interrupting their coffee break/breakfast, so no wonder they were abrupt and unhelpful.
 
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To add to the above, I am not saying these two couples were intentionally hoaxing us but rather the missing photographs from a jammed camera set off a chain of remembered oddities from an area of France that was still rather stuck in the past. I remember Normandy in the late-1970s and how traditional so many aspects of life were. I also feel that perhaps these oddities grew in the retellings to family and friends over the four years before the journalist got involved.
 
@Aydee_Aitchdee Another factor is that when the women posed in the bedroom windows we are faced with them being in 1900-ish looking down at the men who were in the 1970s and vice versa and yet everything from the weather to time of day to the outside environment being the 1970s matches? Also, at breakfast surely the windows would have been open onto the road and they could literally look out into the 1970s from the 1900s...! It is a great tale until you actually break it down. The key that unlocks all of this is Geoff Simpson telling us they parked up on that petrol station forecourt and crossed the road to the 'time-slip' hotel (and not some timeless, rural location).
 
queenofwands said:
I came across this case recently. Genuine? Or does it belong in a Slemen book?



https://paranormalist.com/parallel-dimension/
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Aww that was a good 'un...I'd say the experience pointed to a time within the last 75 - 100 years. so I wonder why the people she came into contact with never mentioned it anywhere - not the newspaper or the police. While it can be said perhaps the people didn't think she was out of the ordinary. If that was the case, why the strange reactions?
 
queenofwands said:
I came across this case recently. Genuine? Or does it belong in a Slemen book?



https://paranormalist.com/parallel-dimension/
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It doesn't sound Slemenesque but I am not sure what happened. It's strangely written and I wonder if someone edited out an important paragraph or two. The station was rather rudimentary, the natives ignored her (I agree, Scottish people are usually extremely helpful and friendly), the station door suddenly closed, yet Linda found the hotel that she had booked easily enough and so was clearly in the right place on the right night. I don't know why she thinks she lost three hours as I can't see a reference to darkness until she says 'I then checked the time of sunset in northern Scotland...'. Also I don't know why she says 'That's the last thing I remember'. Did she suffer some Oz Factor fugue? It's not clear

The station apparently had changed when she travelled through it, though. I think it just wasn't the same station on the second 'visit'.

Maybe I'm being thick but it seems a confusing tale to me!
 
JudSawyer said:
It doesn't sound Slemenesque but I am not sure what happened. It's strangely written and I wonder if someone edited out an important paragraph or two. The station was rather rudimentary, the natives ignored her (I agree, Scottish people are usually extremely helpful and friendly), the station door suddenly closed, yet Linda found the hotel that she had booked easily enough and so was clearly in the right place on the right night. I don't know why she thinks she lost three hours as I can't see a reference to darkness until she says 'I then checked the time of sunset in northern Scotland...'. Also I don't know why she says 'That's the last thing I remember'. Did she suffer some Oz Factor fugue? It's not clear

The station apparently had changed when she travelled through it, though. I think it just wasn't the same station on the second 'visit'.

Maybe I'm being thick but it seems a confusing tale to me!
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Slemenesque. What a lovely word ! The story isn't written as clearly as it could be . From what I gathered , She arrived at the station at 6.30 pm . She does not say what time of year it was but seems to have been able to see everything clearly , so I assume it was still light.
After the woman with the pram got away from her , she says she blacked out and then found herself at the end of the street where her hotel was located. When she asked them about dinner , they told her they had stopped serving and she had to buy food from a local shop. Hotels usually serve dinner from around 7,00 pm to 8 or 9 , and when she later checked the area on google , the hotel should only have been a 10 minute walk from the station , so it does look as though she lost time somehow and has no explanation for how she got to the hotel from the station. However , she may have just passed out , or something.
She claims she checked which stations the train stopped at , on her later journey , to make sure she had not been mistaken and the one that looked completely different was definitely Newtonmore.
I really don't know what to make of this one.
 
Paul_Exeter said:
To add to the above, I am not saying these two couples were intentionally hoaxing us but rather the missing photographs from a jammed camera set off a chain of remembered oddities from an area of France that was still rather stuck in the past. I remember Normandy in the late-1970s and how traditional so many aspects of life were. I also feel that perhaps these oddities grew in the retellings to family and friends over the four years before the journalist got involved.
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I have my doubts about the 'Strange but True' "they went back later and found it was a ruin" postscript, but I guess if the Auberge du Grand Pelican did close sometime in the early 1980s then they could easily have relocated the original building but found it abandoned.

I'm pretty sure you are right about the location: it's the right kind of distance from Montelimar, is located on one of several similar but parallel routes out of town (increasing the chances that they couldn't easily relocate it) and it fits the description of an old guesthouse with shutters. In particular the odd adjective "ranch-style" used by the witnesses - not something I'd associate with older French buildings - can perhaps be explained by the small tiled eaves over the ground floor windows of the Grand Pelican, which have a certain look to them.
 
queenofwands said:
I came across this case recently. Genuine? Or does it belong in a Slemen book?



https://paranormalist.com/parallel-dimension/
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Hmmm... It is intriguing and perhaps there was a dimensional rift or slip here, but not a time-slip as her recollection of her surroundings don't match the known details of the location (especially the transformer):

https://www.railscot.co.uk/locations/N/Newtonmore/

Also, the station house she mentions burnt down in 1893 but back then the station would have been staffed and the signal box manned and thus she would not have been alone on the platform

By her own admission she is elderly and was severely sleep deprived after the flight and long journey. The station at Newtonmore has a single platform and so you get off the same side regardless of which direction you are travelling in. So I wonder if she fell asleep on the train (so easy to do) and dreamt the whole first arrival and then actually got off after the train had reversed at Inverness, perhaps after being woken by the guard? The timings could all be down to jet lag and perhaps misunderstanding the 24 hour clock?

What we need to know are the smaller details: she states that the pram was old-fashioned but what about the lorry? Was the second platform at the station still in use and were there semaphore signals? Have to say elements of this tale remind me of how local people might have reacted to a stranger in WW2 but other details are lacking.

Anyway, found the timetables for 2004:

https://web.archive.org/web/20040720200002/http://www.scotrail.co.uk/route04.pdf

Her time of arrival is correct, if she had overslept her stop the return train would have stopped at Newtonmore an hour later but still, it would seem, in time for dinner at the hotel.
 
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Dinner:​

Monday - 5:45 t0 7:00pm Tuesday to Saturday - 5:45 to 7:30pm Sunday - No service

Bar opening hours:​

Monday - 4:00 to 8:30pm Tuesday to Saturday - 3:00 to 9:30pm Sunday - No service

Please note that during quiet periods the bar & restaurant may close earlier if there are no reservations.

Please note that there are other dining facilities locally and a public bar 100m away.

https://www.theglenhotel.co.uk/food
 
Above are the Glen Hotel's 2024 food service times, it is possible the dining room was closed back then even at 18.30 because the hotel was almost empty or it was a Sunday (same train times on a Sunday).

She is correct that the sunset is around 21.00 at that time of year, however a skeptic might argue it can quickly cloud over and suddenly make it look later than it is.

Anyway, what we can be certain of is that at no time in history did the station and its environs ever resemble what she describes on her arrival so definitely not a time-slip. So if it wasn't a sleep-deprived daydream then she must have exited that train in another dimension...
 
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Reckon there might be something in this:

"An overall picture of the platforms, the old Station House and the old signal box (which now contains sleeping accommodation) at Corrour station, looking southeast towards Rannoch, Crianlarich and Glasgow"

Corrour_3.jpeg


The tall signal box that looks like a "lighthouse", the transmitter equipment and transformer, the open moorland from the platform, the station building being used as a B&B:

https://www.corrour.co.uk/station-house/

It is quite famous for being a station in the middle of nowhere on beautiful Rannoch Moor and for featuring on the hit film "Trainsporting", thus highly likely to feature on tourist websites.

So I feel this lady knew all about this remote station and perhaps dreamt about it...? It certainly fits the description.
 
Paul_Exeter said:
Reckon there might be something in this:

"An overall picture of the platforms, the old Station House and the old signal box (which now contains sleeping accommodation) at Corrour station, looking southeast towards Rannoch, Crianlarich and Glasgow"

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The tall signal box that looks like a "lighthouse", the transmitter equipment and transformer, the open moorland from the platform, the station building being used as a B&B:

https://www.corrour.co.uk/station-house/

It is quite famous for being a station in the middle of nowhere on beautiful Rannoch Moor and for featuring on the hit film "Trainsporting", thus highly likely to feature on tourist websites.

So I feel this lady knew all about this remote station and perhaps dreamt about it...? It certainly fits the description.
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Could she have gotten on the wrong train? Or got off at the wrong station? As for Scottish locals always being friendly - I've been through the odd isolated village in Scotland where the reaction to strangers is B-movie material.
 
SimonBurchell said:
Could she have gotten on the wrong train? Or got off at the wrong station? As for Scottish locals always being friendly - I've been through the odd isolated village in Scotland where the reaction to strangers is B-movie material.
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Me too...!

I think maybe confusion with another journey or being told of the remote station on the moor (eg 'Don't get off there!"). To me it is almost a romanticised imagining of a weary traveller getting off that that remote station by accident and discovering themselves in the middle of the moor and perhaps startling the reserved local folk...?

I did have a look at the other stations on the Newtonmore route but none of them fit the picture like Currour. But ultimately we weren't there and this is the Forteana Forums and so perhaps she did experience a 'reality shift' at Newtonmore , just wish we had more details.
 
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Well here is the Newtonmore witness' other missing time event and it is certainly a good one...!

"We then took the left fork into the woods and without much delay came to the lovely Nine Ladies stone circle. A couple of other tourists were browsing. We really didn’t notice when they left, but we found ourselves in the center of the circle — alone in that beautiful wood.

My husband leaned down and picked up an object, saying, ‘Someone has lost a lens to their glasses’ and handed the object to me. On closer inspection I saw that it was a round clear glass like a monocle, with an old-fashioned gold rim and a hanger. In the very center was a brilliant green triangle, about 1/3 inch in diameter.

Intrigued, I pocketed it and we returned to the car, thinking it would be lunchtime before too long. Can you imagine our shock to find the rental car’s clock indicating the time was 3:45 p.m.? We thought that it was, of course, completely wrong. But it wasn’t. Somehow, we had spent nearly seven hours in what would have taken no more than two at most.

And the ‘monocle’? When I got home with it, I was quite puzzled that the beautiful green triangle in the center was no longer there! It simply disappeared and never came back.”

https://paranormalist.com/missing-time-inside-a-stone-circle/
 
Also the blog author recounts his own intriguing missing time incident:

"As I continued south, from N. Pleasant toward S. Pleasant and toward the intersection of Pleasant and Ridgewood Avenues, I saw the traffic light, the same familiar stores at the corner, and the small parking lot in front of the stores. However, these landmarks appeared to be getting further away as I walked closer to them, and still this odd silence persisted. As I continued to walk toward the intersection, these landmarks continued to appear to recede further into the distance as I approached them. I began feeling very disoriented and anxious – and then, nothing; a complete loss of memory. I simply do not remember anything past the point of approaching this intersection and seeing it recede further into the distance as I walked ever nearer to it."

Including a nice Fortean twist;

"The fact that my mother knew exactly where to find me was surprising, and I asked her how she knew where I was. She replied that she was home, doing chores around the house when a voice in her head said “Get John, he needs you”."

https://paranormalist.com/missing-time-experience/
 
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