The Tape Library - Archive of the Paranormal & the Unexplained - Night Drive Paranormal Episode 23

Episode Date: May 28, 2026

Thank you for your support! Welcome to Night Drive Paranormal. Tonight, I have a whole host of brand new paranormal encounters to share with you. These are real stories, submitted by listeners from different countries and cultures, each describing encounters that defy easy explanation. From quiet hauntings to unsettling late-night experiences, this episode is designed for slow listening, something to play on a night drive, in the dark, or as you drift off to sleep. As always, this is not sensationalised horror. There are no jump scares, no loud interruptions, just the stories told as they were experienced. Drive safe. Keep the volume low. And if something feels close… don’t turn around. Sign up to Patreon for early access and shout outs - www.patreon.com/thetaplibrary Subscribe now for more terrifying tales of the paranormal. If you have a story to share then you can email me at [e-mail] Additional footage and audio from Evanto, Artgrid, Epidemic Sounds, Singularity, Midjourney and Pexels. Music by Karl Casey @ White Bat Audio and the youtube audio library. All other footage used under fair use. CHAPTERS 00:00 Night Drive Paranormal 01:20 The Old Man 06:51 The Roller Rink 12:21 Toy Cars 15:45 The Last Bedroom on the Left 18:44 The Dullahan 24:29 On The Rails 47:57 Wrapping Up SpectreVision Radio is a bespoke podcast network at the intersection between the arts and the uncanny, featuring a tapestry of shows exploring creativity, the esoteric, and the unknown. We’re a community for creators and fans vibrating around common curiosities, shared interests and persistent passions. spectrevisionradio.com linktr.ee/spectrevisionsocial Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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I'm going to be with you for the next hour and I've got a whole host of paranormal and unexplained cases to discuss with you. All of these stories have been sent into the studio by all of you listeners out there. As close as possible, these stories are read in the words of the experiences. These are their words, their interpretations and their beliefs. This show gives us a chance to see how ordinary people all around the world view and try to make sense of the unexplained. Whatever you choose to believe, these people all claim at least that their experiences really happened. So get yourself comfortable. Let's get into our first story tonight.

My name is Natasha and I'm from Pretoria, South Africa. I hope this finds you well. As a teenager in 2003, I was always fascinated by a paranormal, because as a child, I had always felt drawn to things that I couldn't see or even begin to articulate. This is likely due to my mother having been quite a spiritual person, so it was only a matter of time before I started dabbling in the occult. That being said at 13, I started to be a little. to actively attempt to reach out to the spirits. However, I may add, I had absolutely no idea what

this entailed, what I was doing, or the consequences thereof. One evening in my room, which was adorned with posters you would get in magazines, I was sitting on the floor watching TV, when suddenly a large poster that was adequately secured to the wall, flung to the ground. This startled me, and I became keenly aware that I was being watched. I must mention that at the time we had a living domestic helper, who was a proud Sangoma, often referred to as an African witch doctor. She had been with my mum and me since I was a year old, and knew me very well obviously. Having told her of my experience, she warned me that there was an old man, man who sat in the corner of my room, watching me sleep, a spirit that was parasitic in nature.

A day or two later, I was in a biology class, when I felt an uneasy sensation on the lower right side of my back, which was itchy and painful. I got home and changed out of my school uniform into casual clothes, when I knew. noticed it. There, at the spot of my lower back, was a large bite mark that started to fester. A human bite mark, not one from an animal. Scared I ran to my mother and I helper, showing them both my wound. I explained that I hadn't been in any situation that were warrant this. Luckily, they believed me. I helped her sat down with my mother and me that evening, and explained that if we didn't do something about the situation, it would escalate. So, that being said,

my mum sprung into whatever ritual she saw fit, in the hopes that this cleansing would rid our house of this entity. That same evening, I slept in the bed with my mum. and felt incredibly scared. Her bedroom, which was next to mine, only separated by a door, felt saturated with a menacing and heavy presence. One could feel that you were being watched. This then became audible. We heard footsteps that dragged on the floor,

walking all around the bed. There was also a wheezing. sound that seemed to have been omitted from this old man, which to this day, I can still hear. Eventually my mother sat up and loudly said, get out, get out of my house, you are not welcome here to the old man. The room felt tense and you could sense the anger from this spirit who did not want to leave. That was what I found. thought to be the last time I would encounter this old man. However, many years later, he crept back into my life when I was in my 20s, living alone. I managed to rid myself of this entity

and haven't experienced his presence since. Well, not that I know of. It is important for me to mention one conversation that would solidify the belief and authenticity of what happened. one that took place with our domestic helper. She said to me that I would indeed get married one day and meet my husband in what she could describe as a waiting room. She also mentioned that this man had something to do with tomato sauce, bizarrely. Ten years later, I met a man in a waiting room. We got married six years later, in his pet peeve,

was residual tomato sauce inside the cap after youth. This gave me chills down my spine because it gave truth to my encounter aged 13, which seemed to suggest that I was indeed being watched by an old man. It's hard to deny the abilities of some folk, and scary to know that we're not alone. At night it seems. Let's get into our next story. I went to summer camp at this old roller rink for almost four years straight. The building is pretty old, I'm pretty sure it was built in the 70s. To give you an idea of what it looks like, the building has the main skating rink, which is basically a huge oval.

In front of that and the snack bar in the skate room, where you can rent skates. This bit is important, but there's a staircase right next to the snack bar that leads up to a room where staff put out their stuff and put on costumes and such for birthday parties. The room is directly above the skate room. Then, in the back room, the camp kids are usually there during the summer and they have birthday parties. There's also a second snack bar and a closet back there. I think you have enough of an idea of what the layout is, so I'll just get into the stories.

I think I was around 11 or 12 during this, but I had two other friends I mainly hung out with. We'll call them Sarah and Charlie. One of the camp activities that we would do was go swimming in a little creek on a path behind the skating rink. One day, after we had come back from swimming in the creek, I went to change in the bathrooms up front, since the ones in the back were super crowded. I technically wasn't supposed to be up front, but I changed up there anyway. I went into the biggest stall to change out of my bathing suit and as I was changing I started to hear someone

fiddling with one of the locks on another stool door at first I assumed it was one of the little kids so I looked under the stool to see if I could see shoes but there was no one there I thought maybe they had walked away so I kept changing and then I heard it again. I finished changing and opened the stool door and there was no one there.

Another little kids said they were up front at that time. Another time Sarah Charlie and I were in the back room just playing around with a ball. The door leading to the main skating area was wide open so I had a clear view of this little stage thingy they had in the arcade area up front. I looked out at one point, and I swear I saw a black figure

in the fetal position on the stage. Within a few seconds, it was gone. No one was supposed to be up there except one of the staff, who I could clearly see in the snack bar. I still have no clue what that could have been. There are other notable experiences I've had, but some of the staff have had some creepy stuff as well

one time two of the camp councillors were there pretty late at night maybe 11 or 12 they were chatting in the skate room as they were getting ready to leave when they started to hear footsteps up in the room above them they stopped for a minute to see if it was just floorboard settling or something but the footsteps continued They went up to see if maybe one of the other staff was up there, grabbing something. But when they looked, there was no one up there.

And there was nobody else there but them. Another time, one of the staff was in the back snack bar, when he heard a loud crash somewhere in the closet, and immediately ran out of the back room, not even bothering to do what he was supposed to be doing back there. This last one is from another camper who I'll call Melanie. She was at the front skate rink, just skating around. And for some reason she was near the door that led to the back room.

She said she heard someone skating back there. Even though it was pitch black and no one was supposed to be back there. Some of the kids asked the staff about the rumours of it being haunted and one of them Some said that the original owner passed away in a house just across the street. And maybe her spirit was now in the skating rink. But again, that's just her theory. Maybe it's not a ghost, but it's hard to dismiss all the odd and creepy things that the campers and staff have experienced.

If it is haunted, it's nothing harmful. But either way, it's a bit creepy. If you have a strange story to share, then you can drop me an email at the tape library at Protonmail.com. Please include as much information as you can, and whatever name you would like to be credited as. It takes me quite a long time to get to them, but I try to include as many of the submissions as I can into this show.

Let's move on to the next story. The reason for the email is to share with you what has happened and what is happening in my house to this day. My wife and I brought a house in a small city in Arizona, a historic area, about six years ago. From what we were able to find online the house was built in the 40s. We recently decided to add a bathroom and upgrade the plumbing. The house sits in a crawl space so we had to cut a hole in the floor, dig under the house and knock down a wall. We took on the project ourselves to save money. When my daughter and I knocked down the wall, we found children's toy cars inside the wall.

We didn't really pay any attention to it. While digging under the house, we found more toy cars. During construction we would hear someone running in our kitchen at night or during the day. my wife, my daughter and I live in this two-bedroom house. It's very small, nowhere for someone to hide. Not to mention that we have two dogs that sleep in kennels at night, that would bark if anyone they didn't recognise was inside. It started with running in the kitchen, then in a new bathroom. Then it turned into loud knocking until about four months ago. My daughter and I witnessed her bedroom door slam, as if someone had thrown it closed. It scared us both pretty good.

Whatever it is, it comes and goes. Some months there's not a sound, and some weeks it's every night. My wife was a big sceptic until one evening she was making dinner and a small clip to close a bag of chips, flew off the counter and hit her in the stomach. I didn't see it, but I heard her scream. My friend asked me to have someone blessed a house, but I'm fearful of upsetting it, as we must have brought it out during our construction project. As crazy as it sounds, it does not upset our dogs, but they can see it. I was watching TV on the couch and my dog, for no reason, got up and walked to the wall

and sat down as if it could see someone. We have decided not to bother with it or acknowledge it. My friends and family have had experiences here and want to record or try and get a voice recording. But I say no for the simple reason. What if someone talks back to us? Sure, fun and games for those who don't live here, but we would be stuck here with nowhere to go. Some final strange detail, the activity seems to amp up whenever my wife and I argue over money.

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know about a haunted house my husband and I lived in for a few years. We bought our second home in Ohio, USA. It was a small ranch house and my husband and I argued about which bedroom to use as the master bedroom. Not sure why, but I really didn't want to use the last bedroom on the left. So we started in the first bedroom, no issues. About a month later I gave in and we started sleeping in the last bedroom on the left, the bedroom he always wanted to use. Until one night we went to sleep with our sound machine on. We had this in our apartment before and currently have it in our new home. It's never had any issues and hasn't had since. A few hours after falling asleep, the machine got really loud and was cracking and crackling. It could

be faulty and old. But not long after this, my husband who worked from home with a telephone headset called me and said that he heard the faint sound of a woman or a child. He couldn't make out what they said. One night we heard a slight noise right after going to bed. It sounded like the growling voice from Skinnerink, but I couldn't make out what it is. said. One day my husband texts me at work that the neighbour had asked us to cut down or dig up our tree in our fenced-in backyard. I was confused but I was like, that's okay I guess. He had been a very kind man who let us borrow things. I asked my husband why he wanted to dig up the tree that night and he said that, well, our tree's roots were growing in his backyard.

and had started to lift his son's headstone. I was in shock and asked my husband how long he had known. And he just looked at me and said, well, I told you about this when we moved in. His son had passed away and they buried him in the backyard, right by our fence, obviously before we moved in. Apparently, my husband forgot to tell me this.

I don't think the ghost or whatever it was meant us any husband. harm. Maybe it was just letting us know about the tree. The fence butted right up against the wall of our bedroom. So his headstone was maybe only four feet from that wall. Let's get into the next one. I always love an Appalachian story and this one is no exception. As a preface, my family has always held supernatural beliefs. We're Appalachian and in the deep and many of the women in my family, as well as the occasional man, are born able to see things that happen in the future, as well as experience strange things. Despite having experiences of my own as a kid and being told that I had the gift particularly

strong out of many of the women in the family, I hated this and dismissed it as many generations of religious brain rot. None of this catered to my scientific, atheistic view of the world around me. Everything had an explanation. And if it didn't, well, then someone missed something. That was at least until this night. This was during the peak of the COVID-19 pandemic, in particular when the Delta variant surfaced in the United States. I remember it might have been around late October and early November, but I can't remember the year. That time is just a blur to me now. Anyway, my mother had caught the Delta variant and was in the hospital. The doctors didn't expect her to live.

My father went to the hospital to stay with her every day and night, leaving me to keep up the house and try to get things ready for her to come home in the case that she did. I spent most of the time working in the house and developed the odd habits of sleeping in the day and staying up in the night to do housework and classes. I don't really know why but my sleep schedule had been flipped ever since I stayed up an entire night in the hospital ICU while I tried to remove a blood clot from her heart as had become my usual

I was up late doing an assignment for school I was taking online classes and I was typing up a paper planning to finish it so the deadline wouldn't be hanging over my head anymore it was around one in the morning and I got up to take a break and get a cup of coffee. Before I could leave my bedroom though, I was interrupted by the clopping of hooves out on the road

and a scraping, rumbling sound. I lived out in the country, and my neighbour had a horse, but she never rode it out on the road, because the people around here couldn't drive well, even if their lives depended on it. That and she never rode at night, it being way too dark to see because we were out in the middle of nowhere. My bedroom windows looked out onto the road, so I could very clearly hear this.

I was confused because why the hell would someone be riding a horse at night, much less with it pulling a wagon. I knew the thump of the sound of the wheels turning, and it was beginning to freak me out. I stayed frozen in the middle of my room as the sound slowly crept down the stretch of road, running across the front of my property. I wanted to look out the window and see it, but something cold crept over me, telling me not to look out. To this day I can't explain it. I just couldn't move. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor, and my legs were shaking like crazy.

This was unusual for me as I'm the first to jump into any kind of fight or situation that requires quick action. But that night I couldn't move. I listened as the sound faded, meaning it was going down the road, past my house and around the bend. Then, just as soon as it came, the sound stopped abruptly before it could entirely fade. I told this story to a friend online because I was freaked out and she pointed me in the direction of a Dullahan a ride on a black horse without a head sometimes pulling a carriage

It said that if you look out your window as it passes That someone will die I particularly hated this because my mother was at death's door And I couldn't bring myself to look out the window soon after my mother recovered and was discharged from the hospital. To this day, I can't help but think what would have happened if I had looked out that window or what I would have seen.

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Through a spiritual lens it can be looked at in a way that suggests there are other forces out there, gently nudging us into decisions. But equally, this could be an example of the power of human connection, how a simple everyday conversation may feel profound to one party, how you never know what the outcome can be from just talking to a stranger. and listening.

This one won't be for everyone, which is why I've left it to the end. But I hope you enjoy the story of the train journeys. Do you believe you have ever been contacted by angels? I believe that I have. It's an interesting concept and many people claim to have been saved

or have been contacted by an angel, perhaps more than one, who brought them a message or changed the course of their lives. I personally believe that I have been contacted by angels, who advised me on a course of action I should take, because my life was about to change forever. I would like to offer some background information firstly, which will give context to the reasons why I believe that such a thing has happened to me. Also that on reflection, it is much easier to see the reason and why, and the path that I was advised to take.

I should also say that my story is in two parts, which happened about four months apart. Firstly, may I say that I am now approaching my 70th birthday, but my story begins in 2019, the 15th of January 2019 to be specific. I have for a great deal of my working life, been a civil servant with the British civil service. My first engagement started on 25th of June, 1990, in a particular branch in the northeast of England.

I will keep which branch it was to myself. Suffice to say that I served with that branch for 20 years. However, in 2009 I was diagnosed with cancer. And after surgery and some recuperation, I returned to work on light duties for a year. It was clear that I was never going to be fully fit to take up my previous duties, with the result being that in August 2010, I was medically retired with more or less a full pension. Having also been a qualified teacher, I decided to return to teaching for a large city college, who had the contract at a place in my local area.

This went well for a time, but I quickly realised that it wasn't what I wanted to do. because of the distress caused by the job. It was stressed that had been diagnosed as being passed at the cause of my cancerous tumour, so I had no desire to possibly become unwell again. I might not be so lucky next time. I enrolled with an employment agency and asked to work in my local city of Durham, requesting administration roles.

I had previously been a manager with my first civil service post, so I felt that administration work would suit me just fine. It wasn't long before the agency contacted me and asked me if I would like to work in another branch of the civil service at an office in Durham City. I naturally jumped at the chance and took up a post in December of 2013. The post was to last perhaps nine months, so I was able to settle into the job with a degree of confidence. At the end of August 2014 my contract came to an end and I left the office. I was very sad to leave, as I have made friends and enjoyed the administration work that I had been doing. By sheer good luck I had a conversation with a previous colleague who informed me that the office was recruiting and was offering a variety of roles.

I felt that I must try to apply for a position because of my previous experience, and in February 2015 I took up another post. My role was different, but it was in common with my previous employment with them. I worked in that role until October 2018. When I applied for a post with the staff training department, I was more than qualified and thought that the new position would be interesting, not to mention a promotion and more money. I was given the job and after a period of settling in, I became the main training officer for the Glasgow region in Scotland. It meant that I had to travel on Monday morning and report to the main office, where I would

deliver the training to both new and established staff. I generally, but not always, delivered the training in late afternoon and evening. I then stayed in a local hotel for four nights and then returned home on the Friday morning, leaving from Queen Street Station, using the crossrail to get to Edinburgh to catch my train back to Durham. Because of the way that training was structured, I was obliged to return back to Glasgow on the following Monday morning in order to complete one more evening of training. I then like previously returned to Durham on Tuesday morning using the crossrail like previously to Edinburgh. I generally had my breakfast at the hotel and then took a leisurely stroll through Glasgow with the

view to getting the 10 a.m. crossrail as I always did in case anyone is wondering why I didn't get the direct train to Glasgow from Durham and chose to take the slightly longer route. It was all a matter of comfort. The Edinburgh train was very comfortable, whilst the direct train to Glasgow was with another operator and was an awful experience. On the morning of Tuesday, the 15th of January, 2019, I left my hotel and slowly made my way through the streets to Queen Street Station, arriving around 9.30 as I always did. I followed the familiar pattern of taking a seat in the concourse, directly opposite Platform 3, which was where my train would pull in.

The platform is the end of the line and is a dead end. So the main front train from Edinburgh to Glasgow becomes the tail end carriage on the return journey. Being something of a creature of habit, I always boarded the train at the first sliding door of the now rear coach and sat on the right-hand side at the far corner by the window. In this small section there were eight rows of seats facing each other in place. with a table in between. The luggage rack was on the left and there were two sets of sliding doors in the side of the carriage. These faced each other to facilitate a lighting from the carriage dependent on the platform set up with the various stations. I sat staring out

of the window watching the people scurry around and dragging their luggage down the platform to their chosen carriage. Strangely enough, very few people ever chose the first carriage, but instead always went further down the train. That suited me just fine because I enjoyed the peace and choirs of my chosen carriage, not having to listen to other people chattering or moving around. As I stared out of the window, I became aware of a young Indian girl who was being helped by a porter. She was, I would say, very late teens to early 20s, but she was quite short at around four foot six. She was also very slight in her build and had one massive suitcase which the porter was dragging along by its wheels while she carried a smaller but still ample case.

He entered the carriage first and badly stowed the huge case in the luggage rack. The girl remained standing on the platform and thanked him for his help once he had exited the carriage. She then boarded the train itself and stood motionless for a moment in the centre between the two doors. I watched as she looked to the left, down a completely empty carriage, and then looked to the right in my direction. She stowed her remaining case on the top of the luggage rack which was empty. The porter had slid the huge case into the bottom section. Then she walked towards me and stood at the end of the row of sleep. seats opposite mine. She spoke in a very polite English accent and said to me, can I sit there?

She then pointed very matter-of-factly to the seat that was directly opposite me across the table. I must admit I was somewhat taken aback. There was a whole carriage of seats to choose from, not to mention a young woman approaching a complete stranger, and asking if she could sit in what was a very close proximity to him. I sort of mentally gave myself a shake, as I was somewhat taken aback by her approach, no matter how polite. I said something to the effect of,

yes, of course, please do, and gestured towards a seat across the table. This placed her within around three feet of me, but I wasn't in any way uncomfortable, or in any way stupidly enamoured by her approach. But it struck me, as I think it would for anyone, as slightly strange or unusual. We sat in silence, with me continuing to stare out of the window, while she scanned through her phone as most young people seem to do these days. In time I felt the jolt of the carriages being put under power, and the train started to slowly pull out of the station.

I watched as the filthy coal black sandstone walls that are along the entry to the station slid slowly past the window as the train ever more quickly gathered speed. At that point the door in the bulkhead behind me opened and the stewardess pushed a trolley into the carriage. She offered a selection of non-alcoholic drinks and a range of snacks to the table, but not directly to either of us. I thanked her, but politely declined to take anything. The young woman across from me asked for a coffee, which she was given in a large paper cup of a plastic lid. She started to sip at the coffee, whilst I continued to stare out at the passing scenery.

I find trains very relaxing and enjoy watching as the world goes by. It's like a window into a world that isn't yours, but you watch others being parted. of and living what it is you are seeing without any prompting our eye contact or behaviour that might cause comment the young woman spoke to me she asked me if I was travelling anywhere special I replied that I was actually travelling back to Durham as I had been in Glasgow working I went on to explain briefly that I was a staff trainer for the civil service she smiled with a very warm bright smile and asked me if I liked my work

I said that I did, but it was becoming a strain because of all the travelling. I said that I was now 64 at my last birthday, and I wasn't quite as resilient as I had been when I was younger. She said she understood. I went on to explain that I was considering retiring early, because I already had a pension, so money wasn't too much of an issue. I also said that I wanted to enjoy what was left of my life, before I became unable to do so, by the virtue of the issue. illness or just plain old age. I said that I believed that society stole our time from us, but making us work and follow their rules. I stressed that I believed that our time was ours to do as we saw fit, and that society now stole it without our permission anymore. I had based

this idea on having read John Jack Rousseau and his essay on the state, where he posits that all people are born completely free, free to do what they want without hindrance or restraint, no laws, rules or exceptions. He posits further that this will be possible because you can simply do exactly as you desire without reproach, because you are absolutely free. However, he goes on to say that this applies to everyone else. So it is apparent that this would ultimately lead to a very dangerous situation for everyone. So the state is formed to create laws and rules, which they promised to enact, providing you surrender a little bit of your freedom, each time a new law is created. I said that I felt I had done enough and wanted my little piece of remaining time, my time that was left to use as I saw

fit. She nodded her head and said she agreed with me. She said far too much had been taken from people with nothing in return. She went on to say that she thought I should retire, that I had done enough, and that I should use my remaining time as I wanted. She went on to talk of her uncle in India, who was a very wise and studious man, who had very many profound ideas and beliefs about life. Apparently she had seen him recently, because she had been out to India to see her parents and family and was in the process of returning to Edinburgh University. She said she had been directed to the wrong train in London and so had to overnight in Glasgow before travelling on that day to university. At that point my phone rang. It was my uncle, my father's brother, who told me that

my aunt had died earlier that morning. We talked briefly but he was grief-stricken and had to ring off. I informed the young woman of my bad news and she sympathised. There was a brief spell of silence before I resumed the conversation with her. But it quickly became a very spiritual and enlightening conversation. She told me of the Bad Gaia in the Patina region of India, where although it's busy, it's incredibly peaceful and tranquil, almost like another world that you don't want to leave. We continued to talk for the rest of the journey of around half an hour, but I'm not sure about what. The conversation became very deep and very spiritual, like a meeting of minds that absorbed you into it, perhaps almost hypnotic, so that when you awake you remember nothing,

but know that you have had a profound, meaningful experience. The train pulled into Edinburgh station and we got out of our seats to exit the train, train. I pulled her massive suitcase out of the lugger track and offered to help her off the train with it. She thanked me and once we had gotten off the train we walked along the platform for about 30 yards. This was where there is a recess in the wall that leads to the elevators. She stopped and asked me if I was getting the elevator up to the way out, but I said that I had to go further down the platform to the bridge that crossed the station as the southbound train arrived the elevator up. other side. She smiled and said it had been really nice to meet me and talk. She offered out her hand and we shook hands. I offered to help her case into the elevator, but she declined

and said she could manage. It was at this point that I looked down and saw the name tag attached to her big suitcase. She obviously had an Indian name, but I saw that her first name was Supra. I was unable to read her second name quickly, as it was quite long and would have taken me a moment or two to study and get the pronunciation right. With that we parted and went our separate ways. But I have never felt as I did that day in my life. I felt elated, almost euphoric. It was more than clear that I had gone an almost transcendental experience in meeting her. This feeling lasted all day, continuing on into the next day, but with less impactful effect. On the journey home on the train I took the time to look up the meaning of her name Supra in an online dictionary.

This meaning somehow didn't surprise me. It was described as something or someone who is above, more superior than of the highest order, the most supreme. It was then that the pieces started coming together. I realised that something very special and unusual had happened to me and that there was a hidden meaning to the whole experience, perhaps a bit more concealed than was immediately apparent, than a simple conversation on a train. The following April I was on a train to Peterborough for work again, although I am not exactly sure of the date this time. I again boarded the train to Durham and made my way to my already booked seat. My seat was next to the window and a woman was already

sitting in the seat next to the aisle. She was reading a book but readily stepped aside into the aisle so I could take my seat. Then she retook her seat and went back to reading her book. As we travelled I just stared out of the window as usual, watching the countryside go by, very much lost in my own thoughts. Suddenly, and in what was around 10 minutes before she was due to leave the train, The woman suddenly closed her book and placed it on the small tray that was in the back of the seat in front. She turned to me and out of the blue asked if I was travelling far. I told her that I was travelling to Peterborough. She then asked if it was for business or pleasure.

I told her it was for business. She then asked what I did for a living so I told her I was a staff trainer for a government department. But I followed it up by saying that I was thinking of retiring, or at least it was a good. consideration as I already had a pension and could manage. She nodded and said that she had retired early from a well-paid job with a small pension, but it was the best decision she had ever made. She said that money was a bit tighter, but she had no mortgage and her husband had a well-paid job too. So it was just a matter of cutting your cloth to suit. I then went on to tell her exactly what I had told Supra, that I believed that society stole our time from us and left us

were very little at the end to enjoy. She was in agreement with what I said. Going on to say that she was very much enjoying her time now, she was in fact travelling to Manchester to see her daughter and grandchildren, something that was more or less impossible before. Suddenly she picked up her book and put it into her bag, then said that her station was coming up for her to transfer to another train. I said that I had enjoyed our conversation and wished her a safe journey onwards. With that, she got out of her seat and stood in the aisle. I watched as she took one step forward since she was leveled with the back of the seat in front. Then, unexpectedly, she turned and pointed her finger at me and said, You need to retire. Then before I could answer, she walked away,

and got off the train. I have to admit I was absolutely gobsmacked. Within less than four months I had met two very different women on a train, both of whom had told me that I had to retire, or at least suggested that it was a good idea. While I wasn't impacted in the same way I was when I met Supra, I genuinely felt that there was something at work, something that was even meant to be, or that my destiny was being shaped, but I couldn't help but think that it was odd, that two women who apparently chosen to speak to a stranger in such personal terms, someone who they didn't know in any way prior to the meeting. These days, because of the somewhat odd characters that are around,

women tend to be protective and keep themselves to themselves. In October the same year, I found myself in Newport, in Wales. I had been training as an office there and was getting the 6 o'clock train back to Bristol before transferring to the Durham train. The train was really long, I counted 14 coaches at Bristol, but I had to run the whole length of the train with my bags to get to my seat, which was a course in the last coach. It took me nearly 10 minutes to feel settled again and able to relax. It was then that it crossed my mind that this was ridiculous and that I couldn't keep up this pace of life with my work. I decided there and then that I was going to tell my supervisor the following day that I intended to retire,

with my last working day being the 31st of December, 2019. So it was on that day I officially retired from work and set about enjoying my life. But there was another twist and tale to come. On the 15th of January 2020, exactly one year to the day that I've met Supra on the Glasgow to Edinburgh train, one year exactly from the date that my aunt died.

My father died same day. This of course then plunged me into a horrible world of his funeral, clearing out the house and disposing of both my parents' possessions and winding up his estate. The accumulation of stuff took a whole month to remove and to sort the house out to be sold. I went right down to the wire, in that I had an estate agent photographed the house, the morning of the day that we were locked down for the COVID epidemic. Is? Did I meet two angels that look like ordinary everyday people?

The idea of someone in a white gown with wings is not very realistic. It definitely belongs in art and fantasy. But I wonder how could those two people, especially women talking to a stranger so openly on trains, be an ordinary everyday occurrence? These days it just doesn't happen so readily in my opinion. are much more guarded and with good cause. I wonder if somehow my life plan, my destiny, or an unseen guardian was steering me in the right direction, because I needed to be ready for a major life upheaval. Did some entity know of the future and what is held, not only for me,

but for the whole country? Had I not retired at the exact time that I did, the situation would be much more difficult and traumatic. So to answer the question of, do I have to answer the question of, do I I believe that I met two angels. Yes, I do. I don't believe in coincidences. Everything has a reason or an intended direction of travel in life. I am well aware that there are many people who won't see these situations as I do and rubbish the idea. But they, I believe, have no more evidence to disprove my belief than I do of proving it. But I do have the experiences that I went through. So I'm happy with that, at my own personal conclusion. It's time for me to leave you all alone again, I'm afraid my friends. I'll leave you to the darkness now. But I'll be back with more stories next month, as well as new entries into the tape library. Until then, thank you for tuning in.

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very profound realization about my dog when I was on mushrooms one Halloween. He sat by me and I realized with immense gratitude that dogs are all sentinels. We've merely fooled ourselves into thinking that we take care of them. But they are truly our guardians sent here to watch over us. They are angels. And yes, we need to feed them and bathe them. And yes, he peed in the hallway, and I wished that angels didn't pee in hallways, but they do. That's the thing about altered states.

They don't show you what isn't there. They show you what was always there, hiding in plain sight.