Chapter 1: An Unbelievable Journey

This tale might sound far-fetched to many, but I’m sharing it nonetheless. You can draw your own conclusions about its authenticity.

Around six years ago, my daughter and I embarked on a mission to save a mule destined for slaughter. Our destination was Tar Heel, North Carolina, where we were scheduled to pick up “Henry” at 10 AM. This was a five-hour drive from our home in Montrose, Georgia. We packed drinks and snacks, hitched up the horse trailer, and set off around 4 AM, allowing extra time for the mountainous roads ahead.

Having done this many times before, we felt like seasoned travelers, with the radio on and our cups filled with orange juice, chatting about farm life. However, about two hours into our journey, I began to feel a pressure in my head accompanied by nausea. Savannah echoed my discomfort, feeling queasy as well. Thinking it might be something we ate, I checked my GPS for the nearest gas station, hoping to find something to ease our stomachs. To my surprise, my phone was dead.

“That’s odd,” I remarked to Savannah, who then checked her phone only to find it unusually hot and unresponsive.

Fortunately, a gas station came into view, and I suggested we stop there to use the restroom and grab something to settle our stomachs. I rushed into the bathroom and ended up vomiting. After washing my hands, we headed to the store where Savannah found some Tums, which would have to suffice. My gaze wandered to T-shirts hanging on the wall, all labeled “South Carolina.”

“South Carolina?” I exclaimed, puzzled.

“That’s strange,” Savannah replied, “Why would they sell shirts for South Carolina here?”

Shrugging it off, I paid for the Tums and some water before asking the cashier where we were.

“Sumter,” she replied.

That couldn’t be right. We hadn’t traveled far enough to reach Sumter, South Carolina. We should have barely reached Augusta, Georgia.

After thanking the clerk, I returned to the truck and noticed 15 missed calls from my husband, Danny. “Why has your dad called me so many times?” I asked Savannah, who was still trying to revive her phone.

I called Danny back, and he answered with a frantic tone. “Where the hell are you?! What’s happening? Are you okay?”

Confused, I replied, “What do you mean? We’re in South Carolina—”

“Brandy, are you and Savannah alright? Is the truck okay?” Danny sounded panicked.

“What’s wrong? Why all these questions?”

After a deep breath, he said, “I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Where have you been?”

“Day? I’ve only been gone…” I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. 5:42. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost six! Five forty-two in the afternoon!”

“In the afternoon?”

“Yes! Where is Savannah? The feed lot has called multiple times wondering where you are… Let me speak to her.”

I handed the phone to Savannah. Was I losing my grip on reality, or was something else occurring?

Savannah echoed my explanation to Danny, and she appeared just as perplexed. He insisted we stay put while he came to us, but I disagreed. We were halfway to the feed lot, and although I couldn’t explain it, I was determined to continue and pick up Henry before returning home.

Danny insisted on staying on the line with us throughout the rest of the trip. After calling the feed lot to ask them to wait, the remainder of our journey was uneventful. We arrived home early the next morning, but I can’t recall much of our conversation on the way back.

Once Henry was unloaded, Savannah and I collapsed into bed, sleeping until around seven that evening. For the next couple of days, we felt disoriented, akin to experiencing jet lag.

Savannah, Danny, and I have pondered the events of that day repeatedly. We didn’t lose any snacks or gas; the only thing missing was time—approximately eleven hours of it. Where could it have gone? And why did Savannah’s phone malfunction? A technician who attempted to fix it remarked, “The inside looks like you put it in a microwave.”

I still can’t explain what happened that day, nor have I experienced anything similar since. However, I now make sure to never travel alone and always inform someone of my expected arrival time. Thankfully, there have been no lingering effects.

If anyone has insights into what might have occurred, please share your thoughts in the comments.

Chapter 2: Strange Encounters

In exploring mysterious experiences, many have encountered unexplainable phenomena.

The first video, What Weird, Unexplainable Things Happened to You? delves into personal accounts of strange experiences that leave viewers pondering reality.

Chapter 3: Mining the Unknown

Another captivating tale involves individuals unearthing something inexplicable during a mining expedition.

The second video, I Work as a Miner. We Dug Up Something UNEXPLAINABLE, shares a gripping narrative that raises questions about the mysteries of our world.