I partake of my morning walk at least 5-6 times a week, covering 2-3 miles each time. I’ve done this for many years, and I cannot recall encountering anything of a “paranormal” nature. Until recently, that is.
THE VANISHING MAN
I emerged from the 55+ Ocean Hills Country Club, where my abode is located, and started down the Cannon Road hill to where it ends at an ecological reserve. Across the street and about a third of the way down, another old guy shuffled along slowly. By the time I passed him, the guy had painstakingly arrived at the halfway mark. I’m talking slowwww. I walked a little farther, maybe for two minutes, then turned to see if he was okay.
The old guy was gone.
No way could he have turned around and gotten to the top of the hill in that time. Nor was there any egress along Cannon Road. A steep, unclimbable hill on one side, a fence on the other. He had just…vanished.
Could Cannon Road be haunted?
THE DISAPPEARING CAR
The sprawling parking lot of the Mariners Church is mostly deserted during weekdays. I’ve walked its perimeter hundreds of times. One day, I saw a white SUV enter the parking lot and move slowly toward the north end, where there are no exits. Looking down, I noticed that one of my shoelaces was untied. I bent over to tie it, which took a whopping few seconds.
When I looked up again, the white SUV was gone.
I’m not making any of this up, and there very well could have been some logical explanation for those two incidents. Or maybe, as the title of this post implies, it might’ve been ghastly aging rather than ghostly sightings. I’ll let you know if (when?) it happens again.
Or maybe, as some might posit, it’s the aliens that run the hologram we are all living in messing with you to amuse themselves. While I don’t have any similar ghost stories, there have been times when highly improbable, if not downright impossible, things have happened to me that cannot help but make me wonder… I’m just impressed that you are both able and determined to keep up with those walks 5-6 times per week. If you are fit enough to do that, I would learn towards some other explanation than “ghastly aging!”
Thank you, Kate, for rejecting my “ghastly aging” idea. You know, we have plenty of space aliens running around here in Southern California, so that very well could be the answer to these odd occurrences. 🙂