blessmycottonsocks
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Worth reading for the sighting of Bigfoot snacking on roadkill.
There IS a story about a man who opens a door that appears and disappears unpredictably, and so falls to his death. It's by H. G. Wells and is called [drum roll please] "The Door in the Wall."
Highway HypnosisIs there an consensus-agreed term to describe the hypnotism of driving on a straight road at night? When the driver is 'locked in' to the dull repetition of engine's drone, the steady white lines and the regular passing of shady vegetation beyond the cones of his headlamps?
Ah, on opening that I also find the alternative term 'white line fever', which I've certainly read before.
Although used with different connotations in ‘celebrity’ circles.
Except the Essex version of the legend is based on or own deadman's (deadperson's? ) curve on the A127 which is dual carriageway.Isn't that a premise behind Phantom Hitch-hiker stories ? Instead of a highway, you have a country lane bound by woodland at dusk where due to lack of sensory stimulation, the driver is effectively driving on automatic (right hand side of brain) . The hitch-hiker is dropped off but this isn't consciously noted by the driver at the time - when the analytical LHS of the brain kicks back in, the passenger has mysteriously disappeared.
Isn't that a premise behind Phantom Hitch-hiker stories ? Instead of a highway, you have a country lane bound by woodland at dusk where due to lack of sensory stimulation, the driver is effectively driving on automatic (right hand side of brain) . The hitch-hiker is dropped off but this isn't consciously noted by the driver at the time - when the analytical LHS of the brain kicks back in, the passenger has mysteriously disappeared.
Like the story, but it's very detailed to be a retelling of a story from his/her dad. So detailed I suspect it's fiction.A long skinwalker story:
I don't understand how this could work, though. Yes, you can drive on automatic pilot, but unless you habitually pick up the same hitchiker who asks to be dropped at the same place, the physical act of having to brake, pull over, open doors, say goodbye, will pull you out of any hypnotic 'driving fugue' state, surely?
I suspect you're correct.Like the story, but it's very detailed to be a retelling of a story from his/her dad. So detailed I suspect it's fiction.
So... this would be about a former friend of yours?I laughed so much I started getting a bit light-headed and had to sit down, and for the next three days my sides ached as if I'd been beaten up"
It was posted by escargot on about page 5/6 of this thread in reference to another site. I didn't quote it at the time just copied and pasted it to a friend because I couldn't stop laughing. It just paints such a vivid picture hahahaSo... this would be about a former friend of yours?
I have adored this thread and all its spookiness & the links (some of the reddit posts are a bit far fetched and unbelievable). I have to say though this post from escargot in one of the earlier pages of this thread has had me absolutely howling. Nothing to do with fortean but I ended up copying and pasting & sending to a friend because I was crying with laughing. I didn't quote it sorry and can't remember the site it was from or how far back it is but felt it worth a re-post haha
"I was walking home from shop when I saw my mate cycle past. I shouted and he looked round to see who it was. However, whilst he was doing that, a car just ahead of him had stopped at a crossing. My mate, who was going a fair speed hit the back of the car and his bike stopped dead. He didn't however, and the momentum carried him over the handlebars and onto the roof of the car. He would've most likely glided right over the car to land on the road at the other side if the car aerial hadn't snagged on his jogging bottoms, which caused him to slide out of them.
Now, the occupants of the car had spun round to see what the bang was and then turned back around in time to watch my mate slide down the windscreen minus his trousers with his bare genitals pressed against the glass and being stretched out, doing a fine impression of Deirdre's neck (from Coronation Street), finally coming to a halt, face first, with his chin resting on the car bonnet in a very awkward upside down position.
He thrashed about a bit trying to get down, and resigned to pulling his legs out of his trousers completely, whereby he rolled rather gracelessly off the side of the car bonnet and onto the pavement. He picked himself up and in front of a small crowd, stretched up to retrieve his jogging bottoms from the top of the car, giving him the opportunity to press his bollocks against the passenger-side window this time.
I laughed so much I started getting a bit light-headed and had to sit down, and for the next three days my sides ached as if I'd been beaten up"
This is indeed a priceless contribution and great stress reliever, so hooray to you both, Escargot and Happiness.I have to say though this post from escargot in one of the earlier pages of this thread has had me absolutely howling. Nothing to do with fortean but I ended up copying and pasting & sending to a friend because I was crying with laughing.