Weird stories. Woman in the car

This story takes place when I was around 11 years old and living in New Zealand.

I was in year 8 and was walking home from my friend’s house, which was an approximate 5 minute walk over the bridge from my house.

To get to my street, which was a branching side road, I needed to cross the street. It wasn’t a major street but it was a moderately busy residential road. I often crossed just before my streets’ junction.

One day, like pretty much any other day, I stood on the edge of the pavement to check for cars. On this day, I saw an approaching car, so I waited. As the car approached my street’s junction, it indicated to turn into the street, my street.

I got a feeling that something was wrong, so I continued to wait on the pavement. The car passed my street (with the indicator still on) and the woman driver and I locked eyes. She looked at me with complete disgust and mouthed ‘’uughhh’; at least that’s what it looked like. Not long after she passed my street, she turned the indicator off.

Did she just try to run me over?

I’ll never know, but the whole event was really strange and left an eerie atmosphere.

I’m glad I trusted myself and waited on the pavement. A ‘me’ in another universe may not have been so fortunate…that is, if you believe in the theory of the multiverse.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Novus Lectio says:

    Brrrrrrr. That’s awkward. It’s good to obey its own instincts

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    1. I know right! Just makes you realise how one small decision can have such big consequences!


  2. floatinggold says:

    The story of “what ifs”

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  3. Knackered Dad says:

    Always trust your instincts! Pretty strange though.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. ‘Always trust your instincts’ – so true!

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