Unexplain Situation

I would have ran

 

one of my fav movies... I consider it a documentary.

 

thank heavens we don't have such sensationalistic tenants here in europe ...lol
as most peeps with past head injuries' would never 'click'
that the light was poor ' I was ripped' or maybe a hobo wanting a pee? lol

keep them coming Dizzi

 

From my memoir, "Adventures in the Luminiferous Aether"


THE GAMBIA (extract)

At the bar we found a doctor we knew. He must have been aged about 48. He lived two doors away from us on the same floor (one up from ground level) and worked for the W.H.O., the World Health Organization. Single-handedly he was battling a meningitis outbreak in some villages. Going by what I had experienced at Basse, I could imagine the hellish conditions he’d be working in.

The doctor left a little while before we did.

Tim and I finished our drinks, stood up, left the bar, and walked the hundred meters or so to the hotel.

As we approached the flight of concrete steps that lead to the first floor apartments, I was shocked to see our friend lying in a heap on the steps.

We ran up.

At first I thought, ‘perhaps he's had a few too many’.

I shook his shoulder and tried to rouse him but got no response.

Becoming really alarmed, I tried to find his pulse.

I couldn't find his pulse and he didn’t seem to be breathing so we began trying to revive him.

It was too late. He made a sort of groaning sound but it was just air escaping.

I guess that he had probably suffered a heart attack. I remember being very angry that such a decent and dedicated person had died so young.

We alerted the hotel staff, who didn’t seem to know what to do, so then we decided to contact the police ourselves. This proved more difficult than we expected.

We tracked down the chief of police to a cinema, which stopped the showing and made an announcement. After giving brief statements we went to bed somewhat disturbed.

Two or three weeks later we were coming back from the same bar in more or less the same circumstances.

As we approached the stairs I clearly saw him lying there in the same position as we had found him.

I stopped and looked at Tim. While I was wondering what to say, Tim said, "I can see him, too."

We walked on, towards the apparition, and as we got nearer, the image, that at first had seemed as solid as a real person, faded.

We arrived and there was nothing to see. I put my hands down into the place where the image had been and, despite the fact that this was a tropical evening, the air felt icy.

Previously to this I had always been very sceptical about such matters as ghosts, phantasms, and other such things, and would have assumed that this was some kind of hallucination brought on by delayed shock. However, neither of us could explain why both of us had seen the image. It seemed very improbable that both of us would experience the same delayed stress hallucination in the same way at the same time.

We did not feel much like discussing what had happened. It seemed best not to talk about it to the management back in England, for obvious reasons. And so we continued living on that floor, as we completed our project, until a few weeks later, we experienced a repeat of the visualization, and then yet another, a few days after that. It got to the point that, if I was returning at dusk or during the evening, I half expected to see him there.

We found the situation so disturbing that we decided to find another hotel.

 

It's about what you are talking about. That movie teaches lots of things.

 

No, that was in The Gambia, West Africa.