My Supernatural Experience - Tell Me I am Overreacting.
Practical person, impractical experience
I have a practical, logical personality and this is the sole 'unusual' experience of my life that I have not been able to explain away. This Hub is a clinical description of events from over 15 years ago.
Because I need to be able to explain the facts without letting emotion cloud your assessment of what might have happened. Because I would rather be told I am being silly than that I have my proof of the existence of the supernatural.
I want to talk about this, but also don't want to. I want to share details of the incident, but I am embarrassed.
Why? Because I fear that someone will recognize that it's me writing about this stuff... and that is not the best for someone who works in the fields I do - it could erode the perception of my capabilities and adversely affect my credibility.
Background - The Island
Firstly, some background about the place the incident occurred:
I was working on a small island.
It is designated a sensitive/protected area. (Trespassers-will-be-shot deal)
There is nothing of monetary or mineral value on it.
The island has a history of supernatural incidents, some supposedly deadly.
It faces the open sea on three sides and the mainland on the other.
You get there from the mainland by government-sanctioned powered craft which operate a few hours a day.
You can also get to the island from the mainland by (government-authorized) helicopter.
Rowing from the mainland is hazardous but technically possible (may get you shot, though).
The specific area of the incident:
There is a small power-generation plant located on the very tip of the island facing the open sea.
I was outside the plant, which is surrounded by high fences and barbed wire (this is normal for power plants).
A narrow track runs outside the fence for security and maintenance checks.
There were people within shouting distance but out of sight.
The Incident Starts
This is what happened:
It was the early hours of the morning, probably between 3 and 4am.
I don't remember the moon phase, but the sky was clear and it was possible to see clearly without torches.
I had a discussion with a colleague, who then left me by myself.
I walked along the track and noticed a narrow path leading away from the plant.
The path was visible for 5 or 6 yards, then obscured by thick vegetation.
I decided to ascertain where the path led (related to my job, but I cannot elaborate).
I felt 100% normal on the track.
I felt 10% normal and 90% uneasy as soon as I got on the path.
What I felt
I put the uneasiness I felt down to being alone in the dark and walked on.
I reached the point where vegetation completely blocked the path.
I could not see what lay beyond at all.
I must have stood there, looking at the dense foliage for a few minutes.
There was an almost physical force holding me back. (NOT supernatural)
My mind was screaming "Go back!"
I almost turned and went back to the 'safety' of the track.
I fought that instinct because I felt it would be extremely cowardly and personally embarrassing.
I pushed through the foliage.
What I saw
I was surprised to find myself on a wooden jetty - I hadn't realized I was that close to the water.
The jetty was pretty rickety and led out a few metres over the water.
I walked to its end.
There was a rickety rowboat tied to the jetty with a thin rope, bobbing up and down on the water.
The sight of nothing frightening eased me somewhat, but the voice in my head was still screaming at me to go back.
Satisfied that I had conquered my irrational fear, I headed back off the jetty and pushed through the foliage back to the track, my uneasiness still not quelled. I could not make myelf look back.
I stayed in the area of the plant for another hour or so but avoided even looking towards the path.
Colleagues then came and we moved off together.
I did not mention to anyone what I had seen (and not seen).
Ummmm... so, where's the scary bit?
So what, you ask, and rightly so.
Initially, I was so embarrassed at being scared over nothing that I did not tell anyone of the incident. Also, the light of day had made my feelings seem very silly to me.
Back on the mainland about a week after it occurred, colleagues and I were discussing the trip.
Although no one claimed to have had supernatural experiences, some did say they had felt uneasy.
This admission from others made me decide to narrate my own experience.
After I finished, everyone was quiet. Then, a friend asked, "What kind of boat?"
I described the small, wooden rowboat bobbing on the water as best I remembered.
Regarding me strangely, he said, "No one rows to the island."
Those words stood my hairs on end, as they do know when I recall them.
There are no civilians on the island, individuals are only allowed on it if they have been vetted and issued passes, and even then, they are only allowed to travel to-and-fro on the scheduled vessels, not on their own. Waterborne vessels vary from the powered craft for transfers and supplies, zodiacs used for patrols and sometimes military vessels.
There was no way any of us could imagine that someone could turn up on the side of the island away from the mainland in a rowboat. It made even less sense that whoever it was could approach and moor at a particularly sensitive site as a power-generation plant.
We all went silent.
15 Years On...
Because my work there is finished, I no longer have access to the island.
I have asked others who have been there about the jetty near the plant but no one seems to know about it. That is not unusual in that people are only allowed in the specific areas where they are required for work and not permitted to wander about. Moreover, the fact that the path to the jetty I saw was obscured by vegetation makes it even less likely that even those working at the power plant would be aware of what lies beyond.
Some say it was nothing, and I usually tend to agree. But whenever I am near water at night, that incident plays out in my mind, my resolve falters and I am left wondering...
Reasonable or ridiculous?
Was my experience of something supernatural?
This Hub stemmed from a question I asked a few days ago.
Feel free to answer it or leave comments.