One of my relatives, I’ll call him Will, told me something that
happened to him a couple of years ago. He was walking by an area where he saw a
worker for the electric company up in the metal bucket that lifts people up to work
on the lines. A live wire snapped and started falling toward the guy who looked
to be Latino. The guy jumped out of the bucket. The line whipped down and
touched the guy as he was falling. His clothes blew off of him and his body
turned black. Will called 911. He said he could feel the electricity through
the cement.
The supervisor had a second guy go up, a white guy. The line
hit the bucket and the guy fell down in the bucket. His insides were split open
and I think Will said he was convulsing. I’m not sure about the convulsing
part. Will said there was a 3rd guy up there leaning over the white
guy. He said, “He looked so much like the guy that they could’ve been brothers.
They were wearing the same exact thing with the two pockets in the front.”
I said maybe it was his doppelganger. Will didn’t know what
a doppelganger was and I told him that it was the same person. I said, “Usually
if you see a doppelganger of yourself that means you’re going to die.” His eyes
got wide and he said he saw a doppelganger of himself that same day when he was
on the phone with his supervisor. His doppelganger looked thinner and younger
that he was. The doppelganger said, “I’m you.” Will couldn’t talk to the doppelganger
because he was on the phone with his boss. He didn’t know what the guy was or
what he wanted. The doppelganger then started yelling at someone behind Will
and began to fight with him. Then the doppelganger ran down the street. It
sounds really weird and maybe I’m getting the details wrong because the story
was fragmented when it was told to me.
At some point, two guys in suits came out from behind a truck
Will was standing next to. I don’t remember what they were asking Will about,
but Will’s doppelganger seemed to have come from the same area.
Now getting back to the white guy up in the bucket, I
realized later, after getting more details of the story, that it wasn’t the guy’s
doppelganger leaning over him. I think the guy died and it was his soul/ghost
looking at himself. Although Will said the ghost looked solid like a living
person, he couldn’t have been a real person because he jumped down from the
bucket without getting hurt. Will tried to take a video of him with his
cameraphone, but the guy told him not to film him or “I’ll kill you” are the
ghost’s exact words. I asked Will if anyone else saw the guy and he said, “Yeah.
There was a cop there by that time and he saw the guy jump down from the bucket,
too.” Will said that the cop said, “Don’t go near him. He’s a demon.”
At some point, Will got back into his truck and called his
boss again. His pen exploded in his hand and the buttons on his shirt fell off
even though they were not metal. He blacked out and woke up in the hospital.
When he was in the truck, he said he could still feel the electrical charge
from the power lines.
I told him about how Dannion Brinkley got struck by
lightning and his skin turned black. He was blasted backwards down the hall and
his shoes came off. The nails in his shoes melted and fused to the ground.
After that he was able to read minds and see things that had been there years
ago like horse drawn carriages and such.
Will was surprised when I told him this and said something
similar happened to him right after the incident with the power lines. At work
he said it was more crowded and he later realized that some of those people
were ghosts, but they looked solid like living people. He would also know
things before they happened. It was strongest during the two days after the
power line incident. He gets it off and on now. Some sort of psychic ability
runs in our side of the family, so maybe the electricity heightened it.
Will said the same power line snapped again later. I told
him that maybe that area was haunted. It dawned on him that he was in the same
area a year later when the line snapped again. He was standing right under the
lines when a voice told him to go somewhere else and come back later. He continued
on his route and came back later to find that the line had snapped and had
fallen right on the spot where he would’ve been standing had he not listened to
the voice. That voice saved his life.
I think it freaked him out when he realized, as he was
talking to me, that it was exactly a year after the first accident.