Comments on: Missing Time Experience?

By: John Carlson

John Carlson — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 14:55:40 +0000

Ian — Just emailed you a little while ago.

Eric — Strange story! I have a few memories myself of weird events in my childhood that I’m not quite sure were real or not. Yours seems to have a very bizarre and unreal quality to it. Perhaps it was a screen memory to mask some other kind of upsetting event? Or a ghost? Hard to say. The fact that you had these time inconsistencies is interesting too.

It’s been a long time since I’ve read Whitley Strieber’s Commnunion but I recalled that he talked about large periods of missing time when he was younger that he’d forgotten. Something about being on a train and meeting these people and running from someone or something.

My point being is Strieber describes a significant portion of time out of his life involving some elaborate scenarios and other characters, and he didn’t recall or had repressed these events for years. It reminds me of what you’ve described, although the details are different. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a lot more to this than just the little boy and the weird events in his apartment. Not sure how I feel about hypnosis, but in your case it might be something to consider.

Good luck – and please let me know if anything new comes to mind.

– John

By: ian wicker

ian wicker — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 02:38:34 +0000

and for anybody else that reads this please email me at wickertheian@yahoo.com if u might have had somthing similar

By: ian wicker

ian wicker — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 02:30:34 +0000

wow, I was talking to sombody else about my experience when decided to look it up and found this site, and was amazed at how similar the story was to mine.
I was walking from my stepgrandmothers house to my fathers to catch him before he went to bed at midnight so i knew what time I was going to arrive when I left my grandmothers a walk that usually takes abut an hour and a half down a remote highway through a dirt road into my hometown(wich I had done several times throughout my life and seemed like no big deal) It was about 10:00 because, I only needed a ride to my sisters, and knew he wouldn’t pick me up. While I was walking, shortly after I left the house I heard a strange noise but didtn’t think anything of it .(it was kinda like screaching metal or nails on a chalkboard).I kept walking and it started to feel quiet,and really strangely ambient. I had the same feeling that you did like things where not getting closer like they should, but like i was on a treadmill but it felt like I was making good time. As I continued to walk I made it to the dirt road that led into town. Above the farm house to the right I saw lights like luminecent flies way off into the distance, flying around each other in circles, and then they all disapated out all the same direction, in straight lines no longer visible. This like the noise I figured was a harmless anomolee.When I finally made it into town (after what seemed to be an hour and a half maby less) I came up to my fathers house. I knocked on the door and noticed that it took him a little longer to awnser, and I figured he had gone to bed early. When he awnsered the door he seemed somewhat irritated and told me I shold not bother him so late, so i asked him what time it was. He replied that it was 2:30 at night.i thought no way i know i made good time it was like the time just dissapeared. Ever since that night ive always wanted to know what happened. please email me if u can.

By: Eric Hockenberry

Eric Hockenberry — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 15:51:21 +0000

Also: the more I think about it, the more I am starting to realize there are large spaces of time that are missing, mixed with short events that conceal the time inconsistencies. Such as the fact that I left school around 10 am walked a quarter mile from the elementary school (in the upper corner of the photo) to where I lived (in the middle of the left side of the triangle) stopped to talk to the boy for what seemed like a long time. Arrived home, to have my mother tell me that was quick? The sun was in the same place when I left school as it was when I arrived home!
The events don’t match the time they took! The more I think about it the more I see. I will keep you posted!

By: Eric Hockenberry

Eric Hockenberry — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 15:23:39 +0000

This is a picture of the location. The farm land in front of the apartments is Herman Rabbitt’s farm. The apartment building where I lived is the first building facing toward the farm on the left side of the triangle of land. There was a tree in the left side yard of that building that was taller than the building when I lived there in 1980 yet there isn’t even a sapling in this picture: http://www.gaithersburghistory.com/aerials/rabbit_qonist72.html

By: Eric Hockenberry

Eric Hockenberry — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 06:37:19 +0000

we constructed a large section of semicircular track and placed the engine and cars on the track setting up cars at the railroad crossing to be hit by the train. Fun!
After a while strange things began to happen doors opened and shut in other rooms we would chase the sounds but nothing was there! I admit I was scared! But I liked my new friend and I was still intrigued by the whole situation. We sat in the kitchen and talked about everything that had happened and even at that time things happened! The microwave turned on and off more noises from other rooms.
It was time to turn in: He explained that his parents would be home soon and that he we had to be in bed before they came home. I shrugged my shoulders and said, okay! Grabbing my pillow and blanket I followed him to his room. I said that I wanted the top bunk. He told me that he didn’t care, he switched all the time between the two. I climbed up he shut the light off leaving the hall light on just in case someone needed to use the bathroom. I heard him climb into bed, I looked down and said, good night! He did likewise and laid down to sleep.
I laid there with my eyes closed hoping that his parents would come home or I would fall asleep because I was scared! Then I heard the noise that changed my mind! It sounded as if someone had thrown every single piece of the train set against the walls. I quickly looked down to see what it was? The train set was everywhere and my friend looked up at me and smiled! I told him that I wasn’t staying! I don’t remember him trying to stop me? I gathered my pillow and blanket and walked down the hall as quickly as my feet would carry me. I don’t remember saying goodbye or him opening the door? All I remember is walking back up the stairs crying and shaking! I knocked on the door and my mother let me in promptly. She asked me what happened and said that it must have been my imagination. I explained that it wasn’t through the crying and shaking. Some movie about a killer VW Beetle was on the TV. My mother hugged me and assured me that everything was okay. That’s all I remember for a few days..
I walked down the stairs to the haunted apartment feeling as if it would be okay to go in. I missed my friend and was curious to see how he was after all of the things that had happened? I knocked on the door! No answer! I knock again! No answer! I let several minutes pass. ..knocking again! I was startled by someone fumbling with the lock on the door next to me in the hall! The door opened and an old woman stuck her head out. She asked me what I was doing messing around in the hall? I explained that I was waiting for my friend to answer the door. She looked at me square in the eye and told me, Nobody has lived there for months! ..and quickly shut the door!
As a kid I didn’t think to much of it. I went on with my life! It was years later that I told this story to friends and they explained the truly unique nature of this story. I swear to God that it’s true! No matter how far out it sounds it happened! It still sends chills down my spine. ..and I don’t know how to define it? Was it a ghost? Did I step into another dimension? Was I abducted? I don’t know? ..and years later I have researched the location and found that I can find very little info on it. I have seen an aerial picture of the location and there are some things that are missing that I know where there!
There is a picture of Gaithersburgh, MD that shows Harold Rabbitts farm circa 1972. The apartment building that I lived in is along his property. I lived there for a year or so around 1980. The apartment building is close to the middle of a large pyramid of farm land. I remember climbing a large tree that was higher than one of those buildings. Some of the neighborhood boys thought it would be fun to use be for target practice throwing rocks at me. Subsequently I took one in the nose. ..and had to climb down as I bled. I examined this picture: There is no tree(s) in front of the building I lived in, in this photo taken in 1972, yet in 1980 there is a tree higher than the front of one of these apartments. I looked at Google Earth pictures there is no tree there now either! Yet, I can show you where anything I remember in Gaithersburg is? I’m open to ideas? I don’t know?

By: Eric Hockenberry

Eric Hockenberry — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 05:25:09 +0000

I’m not sure how to classify this. There is so much that I can’t comprehend about it and that is missing from the equation that I almost feel that it didn’t happen! Early 1980: My family moved again, to Gaithersburg, MD. My father was in the Navy and had completed his enlistment. He found a good job working for a development company not far from where we lived. I went to Brown Station Elementary and I always walked home by myself. After several months I learned going out the back door of the school was the fastest route. Cutting across the edge of a farmers field directly to where our apartment was, I could avoid confrontations with older children as well as saving time.
On the day in question, I went home early because I had hurt my finger that morning. As I explained before I took the short cut. As I opened the large glass door in the front of the building to step in out of the cold, I heard a door open down the stairs. I poked my head around the corner to see who it was and saw a boy about my age. I said, Hello! He smiled and asked me if I wanted to come down and play? I said that I could come down for a minute but I had to get home. I walked down the stairs and into the apartment.
He said, Come in my parents aren’t home. and closed the door behind me. I followed him around the sectional couch and sat down facing a large coffee table with a very large piece of graph paper on it and continued to draw a maze from where he had left off. I asked him what he was working on? He told me that he liked to draw mazes. I thought it a little peculiar but dismissed it because I liked to draw. I sat and watched him draw for several minutes and then told him I had to go home! He stopped drawing and asked me if I wanted to play later in the day? I told him that I would have to ask my mother and that I would likely be back later. As I left I noticed that the apartment was beautifully decorated, more nicely than any place I had ever been. Everything was blue and glass it seemed. The apartment was the exact layout as my families directly above it on the next floor. I told him bye and he told me bye, I shut the door and ran up the stairs to tell my mom about my new friend.
My mother answered the door and said that I had gotten home quick! I interrupted her and frantically told her that I had a new friend. I told her that he wanted me to come play with him later. She fed me lunch (she had apparently forgotten that I was home early) and she sent me back out the door to my new friend’s house.
I knocked on the door and waited a moment he answered the door and quickly went back to drawing. He explained that his parents wouldn’t be home til late and that he wanted me to spend the night. Again I explained that I would have to ask my mother and that I didn’t know if she would allow it because his parents weren’t there. He got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He called me in and then sprayed me with a Teledyne Waterpik. I asked him what it was? He explained that it was for cleaning your teeth but it was fun to play with and we did for awhile making a watery mess of the bathroom.
Next he showed me his bedroom he had a bunk bed and little more than a toy box with a large collection of h.o. trains and track maybe some army men and matchbox, hot-wheels cars. As we played with them he explained that there was something that he had to tell me before I spent the night. It was at that point that things got weird!
We stopped playing and walked into the kitchen. I assumed to get something to eat? We sat down at the table. I noticed that it was getting dark, it had been a bright sunny day even though it was winter. So it must have been around 5:00. He explained that his family had a traveling ghost and that it had manifested a green explosion of light outside their house once. I was intrigued as most children are by it and asked him to tell me more.
He went on to tell me that it opened and closed doors and turned things on and off like a poltergeist. As he told me the TV turned on! We were sitting close to a small black and white that was on the kitchen table. So I thought he did it and then it shut off! I asked him how he did that? He told me that it was the ghost. I told him I had to go ask my mother if I could spend the night and that I would be back!
I rushed up the stairs and asked if I could spend the night? I also explained that his parents wouldn’t be home until late. It must have been a Friday because she told me I could and she didn’t seem to have a problem with his parents not being home but wanted to talk to them. I gathered a blanket and pillow and raced down the stairs. Noticing the orange dome lights illuminating the outside of our glass fronted building in the darkness.
I knocked and he again and he opened the door only quickly this time. He told me that he felt better having me there! I asked when his parents would be home and told him my mother wanted to talk to them as soon as they got in. He told me it would be late! I told him that was okay but she wanted to talk to them! We went into his bedroom. To be continued..

By: Kim

Kim — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 03:10:08 +0000

This has been very interesting reading for me. I found this sight because I too had an incident just last night. I was wide awake watching tv about 12:15am. I accidentally changed the channel while trying to change the volume on the tv and when I turned the tv back to the original channel there was a completely different show on! I thought well that is weird and then I looked at the clock on the cable box and over an hour was GONE! It now showed it was after 1:20am. I was very disturbed, to say the least! I was not sleepy at all and actually was sitting up so it wasn’t like I somehow fell asleep for a while. I am still bewildered about what happened.

By: AJ

AJ — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 07:42:43 +0000

John, I just thought of two lfe saving events I experienced when I was young. The first occurred when I was in fouth grade. Pennsylvania is geographically full of hills. I was riding my bike approaching a four way street intersection with stop signs for each. I was travelling downhill. There were row houses and clear sight of the street running perpedicular was nil until you reached the intersection. As I approached I started to apply the foot. My chain disengaged and I had no break. I had a toy gun in my hand. Forr an unknown reason, my front wheel stopped as though I struck something. Needless to say with the sudden stop, the bike and I tumbled and stopped at the crosswalks and my toy gun proceeded at the velocity at which it left my hand. A speeding car travelling perpendicular to the street I was on and also heading down hill did not stop and struck my toy gun shattering it to pieces. If I hadn’t had my bike accident, I would have ended up at the same point as my toy gun when it was struck by the car.

The second event occurred when I was was living with my relatives as mentioned prior in another thread. My sibling, cousin and his pet used to go hill climbing to explore. The construct of the hills is limestone in the form of sedimentary rock. We climbed the highest peak noting the abundant amount of wildlife at that height in the woods. We weren’ sure where we were and decided to move to the rim to look down. There were too many trees to exactly see clearly so we decided to climb higher to an area that the trees were sparce. Needless to say, since there wasn’t a number of trees around there was nothing securing the rock which gave way and I fell over head first twenty feet, blacking out as my body changed positions. I came to and I heard a voice in my head say “move you right foot out” and I complied. My right foot caught a tree root stopping my momentum just two feet before the rim. The

By: AJ

AJ — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 06:14:30 +0000

John … I used to have reoccuring dreams where I was in an unfamiliar place such as an estate with an industrial feel to the esthetics. I belived I was being chased … I hid most of the time. Each dream started the same, however I was presented with slight variations. I could recall what I did in previous dreams and opted to take a different course of action. The different rooms and its effects realitively stayed the same. After a period of time I my fear deminised regarding the dreams and I began to seek out what I was hiding from. On the lines of the hunted becoming the hunter. I set traps and fabricated devices that in reality could never work. A few were too fantastic and dimensional engineered that they could exist in thought but not in reality. Each dream gave me an opportunity to expand on the last. Some outcomes were dismal where I died and woke up scarred. Others were successful in which I had the entity at bay or where I wanted it to be and then woke up never clearly recalling what it was. The dreams were at night and the rooms were poorly lit.
The last time I had the dream had to be approximately 1998. During that dream I isolted the entity in a corridor. A door shut and I was bathed in white light. I dream in color. The dream changed from visual to audible. I could hear a voice. It was neither male or female. Now that I think about it … it was weird. I communicate with the voice. It stated you have done well. I asked why have I experienced the same dream over the years and how come I recall what I did in previous dreams. The simple reply I got was because we like you. The white light faded to black and I woke up. I have never had the dream since.

I have had premonitions which are few and far between. Just wish I could get those Lotttery numbers.

I must say that I am a scientist by nature and very analytical. I have my own thoughts as to what I experienced. The multiverse is a wonderous place where anything and everything is possible. I can not prove or disprove theories I have of my experiences. Thought in itself is a wonderous concept considering where does it come from. An organ down to tissues down to molecules to atoms to sub-atomic particles and even smaller particles to be discovered. We must remember that we see only a small portion of the light band spectrum. There has to be a number of items and objects that we cannot see with the human eye.

I must apologize for going so deep and that I’m using my Nook Color to communicate this. No spell checker and the electronic pad keys are a little too small for my fingers.