Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Power lines, Ghosts, and Doppelgangers

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.

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