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Strange Cases of Missing Time

This event occurred to me at least twelve years ago, and I still don’t know what happened.

Driving home from a Friday night shift at the newspaper, my car’s cruise control set on 55 mph, I drove by a road sign I’ve driven by hundreds of times. It reads, “Orrick: 5 Miles.” Just as I went by, the Rolling Stones “Gimme Shelter” came on the radio.

Perfect. I lived in Orrick, Missouri, at the time, and “Gimme Shelter” was not only my favorite Rolling Stones tune, it was also four minutes, thirty-seven seconds long, which would last me all the way home.

Then my drive fell out of reality.

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A pull on the car engine snapped me out of the road hypnosis that had overtaken me. It took me a few seconds to realize that pull was the cruise control trying to keep the speed steady up a hill. The trouble was there were no hills between that road sign and my turnoff. Looking out the window didn’t help; a thick fog had enveloped the car and I could barely see the dotted line on the road. I slowed the car and drove up two more hills before I saw a light piercing through the fog.

Turning onto a gravel road toward the light, I found myself in the parking lot of a Jehovah’s Witness church and knew where I was – five miles on the other side of my turnoff. As I sat in the parking lot, my car in park, trying to figure out how I missed the exit, I heard something I couldn’t believe. “Gimme Shelter” still played on the radio. It continued to play for another minute and a half.

After I calmed a bit, I put the car in gear, pulled back onto the highway and went home. The fog quickly dissipated. I’d driven ten miles in three minutes at 55 mph. That wasn’t possible. What happened to me?

Cases of missing time and distance are as common as they are confusing. The Internet is littered with tales of travelers entering a fog only to discover they’re suddenly 300 miles away from home, or they’ve gone nowhere, but it’s inexplicably hours later. Explanations range from time slips, to dimensional slips, to alien abduction. Whatever the case, Brandon White of Maryville, Missouri, has experienced missing time and distance; more than once. “The first time I was about ten and I was walking out in the front yard,” White said. It was just after lunch.

As White went toward a thick ring of pine trees that surrounded his family’s farmhouse, he saw something floating on the other side of the tree line. “It was pale, sort of translucent,” he said. “It was passing between our house and the neighbor’s house. I thought it was a blimp.”

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His afternoon suddenly disappeared. “The next thing I remember was coming in for dinner; 5 or 5:30,” he said. “I didn’t think about it at the time. As a kid, time was nothing.”

But five hours of his life were just gone.

In his teens, his life got stranger. “At 13 or 14 I stopped sleeping. I was deathly afraid of sleep,” he said. “I would fall to sleep, get into an REM sleep, and start screaming. I would wake up in strange places. In the yard, on the porch, upside down hanging from my bunk bed.” White said he doesn’t remember when he’s been able to catch more than four hours of sleep a night. “I had very vivid nightmares,” he said. Those nightmares often included a bird. “A big black crow. It would flap over my face, trying to take my breath.”

black-crow-skyscraperLater in his teens when White worked at Long John Silver’s in a town 38 miles away, he experienced more missing time. “I was riding my motorcycle. I remember that night very specifically. I worked a double shift,” he said. “Before I left town, I filled up my (gas) tank.” As he pulled onto a gravel road toward his parent’s house, he saw an orange ball hanging low in the sky. “I stopped and thought, ‘the moon’s a weird color,’” he said. “Then I saw it was not the moon. The moon doesn’t block the landscape.” As he got closer, he saw this orange ball was thirty to forty feet in diameter, and hovered five or six feet off the ground.

He got off the motorcycle three hours simply disappeared. “It’s the last thing I remember,” he said. “It was 7:35 p.m. At 10:30 p.m. I pulled into Dad’s driveway and something zoomed over me and disappeared into a valley.”

He stopped the bike and got off, leaving it running as he dashed to a fence to look for the light. It had gone. When he returned to his motorcycle, it started to sputter and the engine died. It was out of gasoline. “I filled it up, drove 38 miles, and it died,” White said.

White lost three hours of time and a tank of gasoline in what should have been a 40-minute motorcycle ride. Was the light responsible?

Years later, when White worked in nearby St. Joseph, Missouri, he stopped at a gas station around 1 a.m. to buy coffee and a candy bar to help keep him awake for the 45-minute drive home. He didn’t know something strange awaited him. “I got on the highway, next thing I knew there was a thick fog,” he said. “I didn’t know where I was. I was on this nameless dirt road.” And he was moving fast.

The narrow road, sloped on each side and covered by a canopy of trees, seemed like a tunnel. He slowed and tried to figure out where he was. “I found a field where I could turn around,” White said. “The fog was so thick I had to open my door to see the side of the road. I had no idea where I was. I was really, really fuzzy and disorientated. I know I was upset about something, but I don’t know why.”

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Lights eventually bit through the fog and White pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store near the highway, but things were less than convenient. The store sat at the end of an exit that consisted of two difficult turns. White said he shouldn’t have made those turns. “I would have had to, at 70 mph, gone through those 90-degree turns while I was unconscious,” he said.

When he woke, “I was pretty fuzzy headed. It was like I’d been drugged.”

Although White concedes for the skeptic it’s within the realm of possibility he could have fallen asleep at the wheel and gotten lost in the fogbank, he was miles from where he should have been, and would have had to be amazingly lucky. “I don’t know how I could have made those turns,” he said. “I lost distance and time. I don’t have the foggiest idea how I got there.”

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  • Tony Harrison
  • tgull

    My mom , aunt, and uncle were driving (all in the same vehicle) to a funeral in Mountain Grove, Missouri 2 and a half years ago. They were driving from Arkansas and were already pressed for time to get to the funeral at ten that morning. Before the Norwood exit they all saw a semi with a flat bed trailer parked in the middle of the bypass, it had something very large on the trailer that was covered with a tarp. They remember hearing a loud ‘beep’, the next thing they all recall is asking each other, “why does Mtn. Grove have Cabool painted on their water tower?” They soon realized they were in Cabool! They do not remember driving past the Norwood exit then the Mtn. Grove exit all the way into Cabool. ( They would have remembered, this was their home place where they all grew up). They turned around in Cabool and headed back to Mtn. Grove, to all of their surprise, they arrived at the funeral ON TIME! There is no way this could be possible if they were already pressed for time before Norwood! it was after this strange ‘time skip’ that shortly after my aunt started suffering from severe migraines that have persisted to this day.

    Does anyone else know of a case like this from that area? Thank you!

  • Jamalayka Jamalaya

    Well here my story and I used to be like (and still is I guess) the 2 gentlemen below (Mr. peasauce ad Mr. Harrison below).

    Brief background: I am a true non-believer in UFO, mystics, ghosts, paranormal, God, Hell, Heaven,. Angel, Devils etc… You name it. I am an electronic engineer and I am believe i 0 and 1, black or white and there is nothing in between unless you study quantum mechanics. Anyway, for the 3 years I have been making my journey to work (about 36 miles). In a bad mood I make it in 25 minutes, normal drive 60-70mph+ about 45 minutes. I never stop at services, petrol or anything else. So in 90% of the time it takes me about 40 minutes. Now last Tuesday wasn’t anything special in any way, a normal day like any other day. I left home as I have been doing for the last 3 years at 8:00 am. because of the school holidays the motorway was actually quiet. This is normal and I usually get to work quicker. i arrived at work but to my surprise there was no parking available. I drove round the block and eventually found one. very unusual. I looked at the clock in the car and it said 9:35 am. I double checked on my watch and the office computer. But this is impossible. I never drive below 60 mph and in 90% of the trips I drive 70+mph. Remember the journey is 36 miles traveling between 60-70 mph (you do the math)., and I am on a motorway not side road. I reckon there is 60-45 minutes missing and I cannot account for. I am healthy of mind ,soul and body. The car is fine, super sport. you cannot stop on the motorway, the police well be there in a jiffy. So how and where did I lose that time? It is really really driving me nuts. YES,i did leave precisely 8 am. I watch sky news before leaving and I watch the time displayed on the TV. My daughter leaves to work at 8:35. This is our routine now and has been for the last 3 years. So what happened?

  • georgie

    Me too mate. I work in IT as technical support engineer for memory flash manufacturer. Also, I don’t believe in any non sense. Like every morning I drop my son at school precisely 8:20 am. This school is a no nonsense school, if my son is late they will phone us. If am not available and my son did not report off sick a teacher will come and pick him up. Yes they are that strict on attendance. Anyway, I dropped him and went to work as usual, 60 miles, on the M4 motorway in UK. no events, nothing happened, no accidents. Got to work and as usual (usually I am there in about 45 minutes, so i am there at around 9:05 am. I glanced at the car’s clock and to my shock it was 10:25 am. What the hell. Looked at my watch and my mobile, same time. Went to my office and checked the computer, same time. Even my colleagues commented that i am unusually late. I cannot figure out what happened. I phoned the school to check on my son, and there he was on time. Phoned my daughter and asked her what time did I leave and she confirmed I left 8 am to drop her brother at school. I saw nothing, I checked accidents on that motorway, nothing. Weather was fine. Traffic was fine at that time of day as everyday. Car is fine, no marks nothing. where the hell did I go for 1hr:20 minutes?

    Here is my biggest shock, there was dirt under my finger nails… what? no idea, not a clue …… I thought maybe I had a flat tyre, but that is impossible. I checked the car and all 4 tyres are there. You see my spare tyre is not a full tyre and you cannot drive more than 45-50 mph if you put it on. Whats more i can never change a tyre cause it is so stiff. I usually phone road side assistance for that. Also, if they came they will give me a copy of the paper service. I have nothing. OK, to be extra sure, I phoned them and asked if I reported a flat tyre this morning and they said no, they got no call or record from me this year (2014).

    That was about a month ago 3 November 2014.

    I am a healthy 6 ft 1 inch. with an excellent memory as my job demands it for the technical details I have to memorise.

    1 hr:20 minutes, it is pissing me off.