One of the weirdest things to happen to me occurred on September 20, 2010, at around 4 in the afternoon.
Actual names have been removed for privacy.
Two relatives were at our home with my wife, while I was at work. One relative was in the kitchen with my wife, the other outside. My wife and the first relative were making dinner. At about this time, both my wife and this person both heard the downstairs door to our living room open then close, and me shouting out (as I always do) “Hellooo!” They both looked to each other and commented that I was home. The other relative then came inside, and my wife told this person I was home. But after a few moments they wondered where I was, because I hadn’t yet shown my face. When one of them went to check on me, they only found one car in the garage–I had not yet returned home!
My wife looked to the one who’d been in the kitchen with her and asked, “Well, you heard it right?” to which the person replied, “Yeah, I heard it.”
But I was at the gym!
<cue Twilight Zone music….>
Okay, that’s a first–I’m a ghost while I’m still living!
After hearing this, I’d talked to all parties, and they all confirmed the above events. Every detail. To make it even more interesting, when I really did return home that night, my wife had me go to where she’d been standing and showed me exactly how it all went down by her going to the same door…opening then closing it. I then came down to her after she’d closed the door and shouted out my normal “Hellooo!” I asked her, “It sounded just like that?” She said yup. She added that I even had that playful lilt to it I always do when I shout it out upon getting home.
Later, as I got ready for bed the next night, I think it was, it dawned on me that when I was running errands after work on the above day (the 20th), I was fully intending to head home to check on some flight reservations I’d made at work for a business trip. When I went to check on these reservations after having made them, our Internet and e-mail went down, and I really wanted these reservations, because I was flying home in the middle of a four-week biz trip. And up until the very last minute, I’d thoroughly intended on actually coming home, checking on them (or making them if they hadn’t gone through at work with our Interent down) then head to the gym–but changed my mind on the drive home and ended up going directly to the gym. So this all happened exactly when I would have gotten home if I hadn’t changed my mind and instead headed to the gym.
What do I think this was? Well, it could be considered “suggestion,” some kind of telepathic link…or perhaps it was an alternate reality. I like to think of it as…a ghost of me!