posted on Oct, 11 2004 @ 07:54 AM
A friend of mine who has no time for the paranormal and other topics of Out there-ness told me a story from his childhood that has stuck with him for
almost 60 years.
He and his friends were just messing around like kids did in his day, at the local swimming hole. After hours of bomb-dives, staples and deffy's,
him and his mates were heading home, when they saw an old man waving his hand motioning them to come over to him.
As they got closer, they realised that the person was an old man whose funeral they had just attended a couple days before.
He said they all froze, practically shat themselves on the spot.....the man beckoned them to come closer....they bolted, and kept running all the way
home without ever looking back once.