I cant explain this... :-(

[new_2_this]

I dont quite know how to say this. i have never been a believer in any of this kind of stuff. Except for something that happened to me the other day. I am living in the north west of australia.

I was driving home from a trip down south, its a long bushy drive and it was late, about 11pm and it was raining hard. There was a road house up ahead i planned to stop at and get sumthing to eat and have a rest. When i pulled into the road house there were several other people there and a young family, i ordered some food and had a look through the cd's they were selling, i was still about 8 hours drive from my home town of Exmouth. This is when it gets weird. It still makes me terrified thinking bout it.

As i though i should be on my way, I walked outside to my car and went over to put sum fuel in it, It was very dark and there was only small lights at each pump. I began to fill my tank up when i saw the figure of a man walking way off in the distance, at 1st i though it might have been a kangaroo or emu, as i watched i could clearly see a tall man wearing a black rain coat walking towards the road house, he walked clear out of the rain and came up to me and started talking, the first thing i noticed was his voice, it was VERY deep and husky... like someone would speak with throat cancer. He was very polite though and mentioned the weather and made small talk. He said his name was Mark, I was hesitant he might have been going to ask if he could get a ride with me so i finished up the convo politely and went in to pay for my fuel. Mark said he had walked from up the road but did not say where i figure maybe there was a farm house or camp up there sumwhere. As i came out to get into my car this Mark guy was just standing there, I nodded and said catcha later and he stopped me and said the strangest thing, he said, "when you talk to rich, can you tell him they ARE, always..." and smiled. i said to him I didnt know what he meant and he just turned away very seriously and started to walk away down the road, I wasnt feeling inclined to talk any further with a stranger so i just left. 8 hours later i arrived in home to exmouth and forgot about it.

This is when i gets weird. 2 days later i was at our local hotel bar the Pot Shot, I was talking with a few mates and was eventually introduced to a guy named Richard nothing clicked at first until an hour or so later when my mate told me on the sly that Richard was up seeing his mum because his brother had just died a week earlier. His brothers named was Mark. When i heard this my stomach sank... i felt ill, and very nervous. Sure enough, this Richard guy was tall, and looked a little like the guy Mark from the road house. But i said nothing.
After speaking with this Richard guy i found out some other facts, which tends to happen after as many drinks, Apparently Richard had two kids and a wife who had died in a car accident...
When his brother Mark died from throat cancer, the last thing Richard asked him was if he could let him know if his wife and kids are happy...
Mark had told me to tell Richard, That, "They Are...Always."
All i said to him is that "I'm sure they are mate..."
I didnt tell him what happened.

[Truthed]

wow i got chills just reading your story, very crazy experience. That really happened? Good story either way

[CanitBe]

I think a good story is all that is, turn it into a script and sell it to hollywood

[Talisyn]

I've heard this type of story a few times before along with the creepier i stayed in a hotel last night that was destroyed 10 yrs before type. They are certainly very creepy though if i ever get a msg like that I'd pass it on for the poor blokes benefit if nothing else

[holeg2212]

give me a break

[Geri_Mars]

Originally Posted by new_2_this

I dont quite know how to say this. i have never been a believer in any of this kind of stuff. Except for something that happened to me the other day. I am living in the north west of australia.

I was driving home from a trip down south, its a long bushy drive and it was late, about 11pm and it was raining hard. There was a road house up ahead i planned to stop at and get sumthing to eat and have a rest. When i pulled into the road house there were several other people there and a young family, i ordered some food and had a look through the cd's they were selling, i was still about 8 hours drive from my home town of Exmouth. This is when it gets weird. It still makes me terrified thinking bout it.

As i though i should be on my way, I walked outside to my car and went over to put sum fuel in it, It was very dark and there was only small lights at each pump. I began to fill my tank up when i saw the figure of a man walking way off in the distance, at 1st i though it might have been a kangaroo or emu, as i watched i could clearly see a tall man wearing a black rain coat walking towards the road house, he walked clear out of the rain and came up to me and started talking, the first thing i noticed was his voice, it was VERY deep and husky... like someone would speak with throat cancer. He was very polite though and mentioned the weather and made small talk. He said his name was Mark, I was hesitant he might have been going to ask if he could get a ride with me so i finished up the convo politely and went in to pay for my fuel. Mark said he had walked from up the road but did not say where i figure maybe there was a farm house or camp up there sumwhere. As i came out to get into my car this Mark guy was just standing there, I nodded and said catcha later and he stopped me and said the strangest thing, he said, "when you talk to rich, can you tell him they ARE, always..." and smiled. i said to him I didnt know what he meant and he just turned away very seriously and started to walk away down the road, I wasnt feeling inclined to talk any further with a stranger so i just left. 8 hours later i arrived in home to exmouth and forgot about it.

This is when i gets weird. 2 days later i was at our local hotel bar the Pot Shot, I was talking with a few mates and was eventually introduced to a guy named Richard nothing clicked at first until an hour or so later when my mate told me on the sly that Richard was up seeing his mum because his brother had just died a week earlier. His brothers named was Mark. When i heard this my stomach sank... i felt ill, and very nervous. Sure enough, this Richard guy was tall, and looked a little like the guy Mark from the road house. But i said nothing.
After speaking with this Richard guy i found out some other facts, which tends to happen after as many drinks, Apparently Richard had two kids and a wife who had died in a car accident...
When his brother Mark died from throat cancer, the last thing Richard asked him was if he could let him know if his wife and kids are happy...
Mark had told me to tell Richard, That, "They Are...Always."
All i said to him is that "I'm sure they are mate..."
I didnt tell him what happened.

Sorry to quote the entire thing..but that was an amazing and well told story....I thank you for it...WOW...it was sad too..but to learn that his wife & kids were happy ALWAYS...blew me away...

Thanks for posting that

[holeg2212]

i think the limo driver did it!... lets skip to the end and see!

[Geri_Mars]

Originally Posted by holeg2212

i think the limo driver did it!... lets skip to the end and see!

LOL I like your humour...I'd say you could create a great parody of that story

[The Synkster]

i can believe that it happend and personally evan though you were shit scared i think you should of told him strate but saying that it probaby best that you held your tongue. but again i believe with a styory like this it needs to happen to you yourself.