My first time posting here, please bear with me as I describe the area where this took place, as it is important in understanding what happened, I think in 2000 or 2001. I live in the Pacific Northwest on some acreage that includes forest. That forest includes big trees and smaller ones, ferns (literally thousands of them), and a lot of thick underbrush. The acreage is semi rural meaning that there are other homes within three to five acres away, so at night it is possible to see lights even standing in the middle of the woods in the back of the property. A dead end gravel road runs along the back, and another dead end gravel road runs along the front and ends in my driveway.
There is a dirt walking trail that goes around the back half which is all forest (the front is pasture). At night I would sometimes walk that trail without a flashlight, just for the challenge and to prove to myself that my night vision was still OK. Normally, I had no problems and could easily find the start of it.
Until one night. It was raining lightly, just a typical misty drizzle for here. After trying for at least five minutes to find the start of the trail, I noticed that the atmosphere seemed kind of dense, that it was no longer raining, and that it was really 'I literally can't see my hand in front of my face' dark with no lights visible anywhere. Then I heard the sound of a motor and something crashing through the woods, and in less than 30 seconds a small pickup was coming right at me. The first weird things here that I didn't think about until later - one, there is no way a small (or any) truck could have made it through those woods from the back gravel road to where I was in just a few seconds without being heard way before, and another is that there were three people in the front of the cab, meaning it had a bench seat, which hadn't been made for a long, long time. I'm no car expert, but it looked very much like a 70's model Chevy Luv or something similar.
So I jumped out of the way, to the left, only it felt more like I floated than jumped. I could hear yelling, and as it started to bounce past a couple of feet from me I could see the passenger window rolled all the way down, and a chubby guy with a ball cap who was yelling 'Woohoo!' They were joyriding - on my property! They had almost run me over! By now I was yelling too - 'HEY! What are you doing??? STOP!!!' This guy looked directly where I was standing 2 feet from his face and looked right through me. I am certain he did not see me. As the truck bounced away they continued yelling 'Woohoo!', and I waited for the sound of their tires to hit the gravel road at the front and for them to follow that road to the left, which was the only way out of there. And as I watched it go, within another 30 seconds the sound of the motor faded out, the tail lights went out, and there was no sound of tires on gravel, it just vanished.
I started walking in that direction, towards where I thought the house was, and within seconds I was on the trail, it was raining, and there were lights in the distance. At that moment it hadn't hit me how weird the whole thing was, mostly I was thinking about how frightening that had been, how mad I was at the 'trespassers' and how the whole place needed to be fenced. When I told my husband what happened he went out when it got light and came back looking at me sorta sideways, and said no one had been there. When I looked for myself I was shocked. Around here, its not possible to drive through the woods or on a trail or in a pasture without leaving plenty of evidence; tire tracks can last for months. There were no tire tracks, no broken ferns, broken branches, nothing, anywhere.
At the time I had never even heard of 'time slips', and had no idea how to explain what happened. Since then I've read about them, and wonder if maybe that could explain what happened to me. Nothing similar has happened to me before or since.
There is a dirt walking trail that goes around the back half which is all forest (the front is pasture). At night I would sometimes walk that trail without a flashlight, just for the challenge and to prove to myself that my night vision was still OK. Normally, I had no problems and could easily find the start of it.
Until one night. It was raining lightly, just a typical misty drizzle for here. After trying for at least five minutes to find the start of the trail, I noticed that the atmosphere seemed kind of dense, that it was no longer raining, and that it was really 'I literally can't see my hand in front of my face' dark with no lights visible anywhere. Then I heard the sound of a motor and something crashing through the woods, and in less than 30 seconds a small pickup was coming right at me. The first weird things here that I didn't think about until later - one, there is no way a small (or any) truck could have made it through those woods from the back gravel road to where I was in just a few seconds without being heard way before, and another is that there were three people in the front of the cab, meaning it had a bench seat, which hadn't been made for a long, long time. I'm no car expert, but it looked very much like a 70's model Chevy Luv or something similar.
So I jumped out of the way, to the left, only it felt more like I floated than jumped. I could hear yelling, and as it started to bounce past a couple of feet from me I could see the passenger window rolled all the way down, and a chubby guy with a ball cap who was yelling 'Woohoo!' They were joyriding - on my property! They had almost run me over! By now I was yelling too - 'HEY! What are you doing??? STOP!!!' This guy looked directly where I was standing 2 feet from his face and looked right through me. I am certain he did not see me. As the truck bounced away they continued yelling 'Woohoo!', and I waited for the sound of their tires to hit the gravel road at the front and for them to follow that road to the left, which was the only way out of there. And as I watched it go, within another 30 seconds the sound of the motor faded out, the tail lights went out, and there was no sound of tires on gravel, it just vanished.
I started walking in that direction, towards where I thought the house was, and within seconds I was on the trail, it was raining, and there were lights in the distance. At that moment it hadn't hit me how weird the whole thing was, mostly I was thinking about how frightening that had been, how mad I was at the 'trespassers' and how the whole place needed to be fenced. When I told my husband what happened he went out when it got light and came back looking at me sorta sideways, and said no one had been there. When I looked for myself I was shocked. Around here, its not possible to drive through the woods or on a trail or in a pasture without leaving plenty of evidence; tire tracks can last for months. There were no tire tracks, no broken ferns, broken branches, nothing, anywhere.
At the time I had never even heard of 'time slips', and had no idea how to explain what happened. Since then I've read about them, and wonder if maybe that could explain what happened to me. Nothing similar has happened to me before or since.