>>9882381Every time we moved it seemed we took just a slightly different path, and the 'rip' seemed to
ease up a tiny bit. Mind you the entire time this is going on we were both panicking inside
our heads because we had no control over what we were doing.
Eventually we got control back (barely) and decided to go to a spot that overlooks the city to
see if it was just us on drugs, or if it was going on everywhere.
We get out to this cul-de-sac and all the sudden the 'tugging' comes back and we're being
'defragged' just like when we were in my room. The whole time this is going on this time I'm
hearing a 'voice' (again, this did not come from my normal 'hearing sense' its like it was
directly shot into my brain) telling me things. Personal things that only I would know.
After a bit more of this the 'tugging' went away again and we got back into his car and one of
us decided an easier test to find out as to whether or not it was just us or if it was really
happening so we turned the radio on.
Lo and behold the DJ on the radio was accepting everyone's calls and they were all calling and
reporting the same thing. This was about 10pm, it was on a station that doesn't do talk shows
until 5-6AM.
Everyone was describing the exact same thing, and everyone seemed to think it was the "end of
the world'. People were saying 'goodbyes to friends' and saying 'last words' hell one guy even
started bawling on air and asking if anyone wanted to "smoke some heroin" (that few seconds is
now burned into my memory to the point that every time I remember it, it's like a flashback
and gives me the chills). By that point the DJ wasn't even screening the calls, he was just
putting all of them on air, hence the "heroin" guy.