Paranormal Story Archives
September 2001 Page 32
in Hong Kong
The following story is a testament to the existence of spirits and ghosts. I was born in Hong Kong and immigrated to Canada many years ago. Upon finishing my studies, I returned to Hong Kong to find work. During the years when my family left the city, then under British rule, we would return each summer to spend time with our relatives. Hong Kong is a very different city than Vancouver, where we had moved. People were more conservative, reserved, and above all, superstitious. Stories of paranormal experiences, of the strange encounters of ghosts and spirits are abundant in any circles. I have had many experiences with the paranormal throughout my life here in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia. I will share one with you today.
It was a quiet Saturday night when it happened. The party was over and although I had some to drink, it hardly amounted to anything which would leave me impaired. I wasn't drunk nor did I take any drugs, which would, of course, take away from the authenticity of the follow events that happened. Naturally, I caught a cab and was on my way home. One thing you must realize, is that the workers of the night (including cab drivers) are perhaps most susceptible to ghostly encounters since it is widely agreed that spirits are often seen during the early hours when the sky is dark. So it is only natural to find items in cabs that are used to "repel" evil spirits. Such items include hanging octagon shaped mirrors, spiritual writings by high priests, etc. This particular cab was no different and it had more than enough to repel any creature living or dead. In my mind I knew that this man sitting in front of me must have had some pretty bad experiences in the past. He must be some sort of magnet for spirits or has had his share of bad luck (it is believed that people who experience a string of bad luck are most vulnerable to seeing apparitions).
Without further thought, we continued our journey home. The route would take us on a freeway that during that hour of night would guarantee a smooth and quiet ride home. Few cars are found on the streets at night and fewer take that particular freeway. We got to the highway and sure enough not a single car was within 1 km from us. Two minutes into the drive on the 4 3 lane freeway, I saw a bent figure direct ahead of us. As we came closer it was clear that an elderly woman was in the middle lane picking up an aluminum can! But the driver did not even acknowledge her and kept driving in the same lane. Before I could say a word, the figure was directly in front of us and the old lady had stared into my eyes before vanishing as we passed the point when a collision would have taken place had she been "real." Immediately, I turned to see if she was okay, at the same time feeling that she mustn't have been real since there wasn't the slightest bump when contact was made, and to my surprise the figure was still upright, looked down, and continued her collection.
Two minutes had passed and I could not hold it longer. I had to reassure myself that what I saw I did not see alone. All this time the driver made no such movement as to confirm that what had happened happened. I got the courage to ask, "Did you see what just happened?" As quickly as I questioned, he replied, "Yes. Let's try to forget it."
For the following nights, I could not forget the face of that woman. Each time I slept, the image of her face, the entire event that happened that night was projected in my mind. Six days passed, and like all things, the impact of such an experience began to lose its effect on my consciousness. On the morning exactly one week after, as I went through the papers, it appeared that a woman was killed while collecting aluminum cans the previous night on the same freeway. I recognized the woman's picture in the article. It was in fact the same woman we had collided with... one week earlier!
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