This incident occurred in November/December 2001. It is but one incident that occurred after a foolish Ouija board session in a student kitchen in London. A week after the kitchen incident myself and my friends were just about recovering from the incident of the previous week. We had all agreed or liked to have believed that it was a freak incident that occurred and it was maybe down to our imagination or our impaired senses due the amount of alcohol that we had consumed that night. My friend Zesh who had 'supervised' the Ouija board was still adamant that it was more than just a series of freak incidents, overactive imaginations or sheer drunkenness. It was during the week on a Tuesday night, myself, Zesh and Phil were in my dorm room completing an assignment which was due in the following day. As usual the three of us had left it to the last minute and we were pulling an all nighter in an attempt to complete it.
Phil is a year older than me and Zesh, so we look up to him as an older brother. Phil was not present during the kitchen incident; he was out with his girlfriend. We had told Phil about what had happened, as predicted he laughed it off as us being drunk and stupid. We made a start on drafting the assignments at around 9pm. It was a lengthy piece of work requiring 3000 words. The night seemed to passing very quickly and around 2pm we all decided to have ourselves a little caffeine and nicotine break. As we had run out of cigarettes and seeing as all three of us were a little more than peckish, we decided to go down to our local 24 hour petrol station which was about a 10 minute walk. The quickest way to the petrol station was through the back roads behind our residence along a street which was overlooking a big park on one side and an estate on the other side with small garages on the bottom floor. The petrol station was directly after the park and was situated in the middle of nowhere. Our journey to the petrol station was a normal uneventful affair. We reached the petrol station, purchased some food and our cigarettes and were headed back for home.
As we were walking down the street with the park on our left and the estate to our right, we saw a tall figure approaching us. The street was a straight one and it led to a set of traffic lights with left and right turnings. We would need to turn left in order to go home. As the figure was getting closer I could make out that it was a man and that he was quite tall about 6'3 or 6'4. He was wearing a hooded grey top with blue jeans and white trainers, but because he kept his head down I couldn't see his face. The man was walking oddly; it was as if he had a limp or he was drunk and struggling to keep his balance. As he came close enough to us in order to pass, he whispered some gibberish in my ear, at the time I couldn't distinguish it as a language or drunken mumblings. I guess seeing him walking off balance and the gibberish mumbling had led me to the definite conclusion that it was a drunken bloke returning from a night out. The man whispered as he was passing me and it took me a few seconds to process and establish why he had done that, as I turned around to ask him what he had said there wasn't any sign of him. We are talking a matter of 3 seconds between him whispering the gibberish in my ear and me turning around. Looking at the layout of the street, there was nowhere for him to have gone within 3 seconds. The park was on our left and the estate on the right, both of these places would have required at least 30 seconds to go to.
This freaked me out, I turned to Zesh and he whispered "don't talk just walk as fast as you can". It was obvious to the three of us that something wasn't right, poor Phil was confused and concerned. As we started walking quickly, we could hear another set of footsteps besides ours, we were the only people in the street at that time, it was 2.30am in the morning, it was quite enough to hear the wind. Besides hearing the footsteps I could sense something following us and a shadow figure lingering in the corner of my vision, but yet I did not have the courage to turn back and investigate. I turned to Zesh and asked him what it was, but Zesh replied "just keep going and don't look back whatever you do". At this point our quick walk turned into a jog and before we knew it we were running towards the traffic light. My heart was in my mouth and the adrenalin was causing havoc in my body. I was in fear of what would happen if this thing caught up with us. We could distinctly hear the footsteps still pursuing us. As I was running, I grabbed a religious pendant that was around my neck in my hand and started praying. This was given to me by my parents. It is called a tahweez and has holy writing on it. The purpose of the tahweez was to provide protection. It was strange because usually I never noticed that I ever wore it, but when I needed protection I subconsciously immediately reached for it. As we approached the traffic light we immediately turned left and ran as fast as we could. As we approached our residence we could no longer hear the footsteps anymore and we began to slow down as we approached the door to the residence. On entering the reception lobby all three of us immediately sat on the sofas in the waiting area so that we could catch our breath.
On returning to my flat the three of us sat down and discussed what had happened, we confirmed with each other what we had each witnessed, the tall man, the footsteps and the shadow. Zesh believes that my religious pendant is what saved us; Phil believes that we disturbed something. Deep down both me and Zesh had a feeling that it was linked with the kitchen incident. As mentioned in my last article, there were other incidents that occurred to all the people involved with the Ouija board incident in the kitchen.
I would like your thoughts and comments on this incident. I will hopefully soon post the other incidents involving Paul, Tim, Alan and Imran who were present in the kitchen that night.
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