Band Of Runners

I had a lot of paranormal things happen in my life when I was a child up until I got married and moved away. Not so many things happen to me anymore, and I believe it is because the place where I grew up (not only the house but the whole area), was a sort of paranormal hot spot; a portal, if you will, for the strange and unworldly. Now, this story isn't frightening and it might not even have been paranormal, but it just didn't feel right. You decide for yourself.

This happened to me about 40 years ago. I remember it was about 2:00 am when I woke up because I looked at the clock beside my bed. For some reason, I felt compelled to look out the window. I don't remember if I heard something or I just had a feeling, but for whatever reason, I got out of bed and peeked out between the blinds at the street which was illuminated by a street light.

Running down the road was a procession of what appeared to be young men, each carrying a musical instrument. I remember one was even carrying a tuba, and they were running as fast as they could go. It was a week night and quite late for a band to have been practicing somewhere, and it just struck me as very strange. It just didn't feel right.

It felt very surreal. In the days afterward, I never heard anything about instruments being stolen, never heard a band practicing in the area and I never saw these people again.

One thing I do know is that sometimes things we see are a screen for what is really happening, so I often wonder what I really saw that night. Not everything is paranormal, but it just didn't feel right and it has stuck with me all these years.