Today's new story could be something one might expect from the 1960s TV show, One Step Beyond. You've seen it, I'm sure. It plays out unexplained phenomenon, much of it eerie.
That's what we have for you today.
Bob drove home from work on a
Thursday afternoon in his Dodge Durango with customized plate that read
"IAMBOB". It's important to know this information as you will soon
find out.
It takes Bob about 30 minutes to
drive home from work, most of it highway driving. And on that Thursday, there
wasn't anything unusual for his ride home from work. Traffic was fairly light,
and there were no incidents along the shoulders of the road. Bob reached the
exit ramp to the main road in town where he lived. And like most days, it
didn't take long for him to reach the entryway of his subdivision, then to
Cherry Street where his house is located. Here he pulled into his driveway.
Again, it was a very uneventful and mostly boring ride home for Bob, and I'm
sure the reader will agree at this point.
But what was this?
Bob was startled to see his
wife, Susan, racing out of the house, sobbing, with arms extended outward. Bob
quickly exited his vehicle and demanded, "What happened? Is everything
okay?"
"The police said that you
had been killed!" cried Bob's wife.
"What???" exclaimed
Bob.
"Yes...!" continued
Susan. "The State Police phoned just 15 minutes ago and said that you were
in a car accident and didn't survive!"
"Oh my gosh; that's
horrible!" returned Bob while quickly hugging his wife. "Well you can
definitely see that it's not true. I am 100% alive and in the flesh. But it
looks like the State Police made a terrible mistake. They were obviously supposed
to call another family and notify them that whoever they mistook me for had
been killed in the car crash."
By then Bob's children, Michael
and Sara, rushed out of the house in excitement:
"Dad your home!"
"It's not true!"
"Yes!” quickly reassured
Bob. "It was a terrible mistake that the police made. As you can see I am
alive and well. But we need to get to the bottom of this. Once I get in the
house I'm going to telephone the police and inform them of their terrible
mistake. I feel sorry for the poor family that is going to receive such bad
news tonight."
And so Bob, his wife, and kids
went back into the house where Bob reached for the telephone located in the
family room. He wasn't sure what number to call, so he simply pressed 911. As
far as he was concerned, this was an emergency. Important information hadn't
been given to the proper family.
"911, what's your
emergency?" greeted the dispatcher.
"Yes...” began Bob.
"...The police called about 15 minutes ago and informed my wife I had been
killed in a car crash. But, obviously, that's not true because here I am
talking to you."
"Oh no!” exclaimed the 911
operator. "I apologize for the mix-up. Do you know which police jurisdiction
called?"
"It would have been the
State Police." answered Bob.
"Okay, let me transfer your
call to the State Police investigations department so that you can clarify
everything."
"Thank you!"
And so Bob spent the next few
minutes on the phone with the State Police investigations department as they
attempted to establish which accident Bob had been wrongfully paired with. It
was confusing for the police because they had a Bob White of 1422 Cherry Street
on their most-recent record. Furthermore, they had just received and impounded
a Dodge Durango with customized plate, "IAMBOB".
"But that's
impossible!" insisted Bob. I am 100% alive and well, standing here and
talking to you. And my Dodge Durango is parked out in the driveway without a
scratch.”
"Yes I understand
that." acknowledged the onsite investigations officer. But we need to get
to the bottom of this. Perhaps you could come in with your wife and confirm
that the body we have in the morgue does not belong to you, as well as the
vehicle that was involved crash."
"I'd be more than happy
to" answered Bob.
***
Twenty minutes later, Bob and
his wife, Susan, arrived at the State Police facility in their jurisdiction.
It's located right off the highway. They entered the main entrance and
approached the front desk. "Hi, I need to speak with someone from the
investigations department?" asked Bob.
Well once I buzz you through the
main door, immediately turn left and it's your last door on the right."
Bob and Susan were buzzed in
where they made an immediate left down the hallway to the investigations
department. It was here where Bob was asked for his state driver's license
which immediately alarmed the onsite officer. You see, only a few minutes ago
he placed the exact, same driver's license in a file which had supposedly been
taken from the person who was killed in the car crash. The officer gave Bob a
queer look. "Is there a problem" Bob asked.
"Well, I guess just follow
me into the back office." answered the officer. "We'll first visit
the impounding garage.”
Bob and Susan were led some distance
to the garage where they were horrified to see Bob's Dodge Durango with
customized license plate that read, "IAMBOB" The vehicle was now a
smashed, mangled-up heap of junk.
"Oh my goodness!” exclaimed
Susan.
"What the...?" Bob
added.
The officer then informed,
"Sir, you are going to have to wait out here while your wife accompanies
me in the morgue to identify the body. This is just proper procedure."
"Body???" nearly
shouted Bob. "But I'm 100% alive and in the flesh."
"I understand that, Sir."
answered the onsite officer. "Like I said, I am just following procedure.
Susan followed the officer into
the morgue where a covered body lay on what looked to be an autopsy table.
"I'm going to warn you...” began the officer. "...this might be a bit gruesome."
"Okay, I will keep that in
mind." answered Susan.
The officer pulled back the
sheet from the body's head.
Susan was immediately startled.
You see, it was definitely Bob's face with some cuts and bruising."I...
I... I just don't understand..." she told the officer. "That is my
husband lying on the table, but he's standing out there in the other
room."
There was no logical explanation
for the strange phenomenon that took place that Thursday afternoon. No, Bob was
not a ghost; he was100% alive and in the flesh. But how could his body also be
lying in the morgue? And how could his mangled up vehicle now be sitting in the
impounding garage while—at the same time—it sat in the parking lot of the State
Police facility without a ding or scratch?
The End!
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