Bleedthroughs a Journey into The Twilight Zone

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Picture yourself driving down a country road in October during Indian Summer.  Your windows are down creating an exquisite cross-breeze the air is fresh and sweet and you feel on top of the world.  Then all of a sudden it happens.

First there is this smell of wood burning, but no one is burning wood, nothing coming out of any chimney as you gaze down the hill you are  just cresting.  You slow down, making sure to check every house you pass to see if you are missing one errant smoking chimney.  There arent any. 

Then the smell gets stronger, though you still don't see any smoke.  As you approach the area the smell is at it's strongest you slow down to a crawl and keep your eyes peeled for a campfire or some other source of the smell.  You stop, something tells you to stop right there.  You peer down this path, the smell is getting almost unbearable and then the clearing down the path begins to blur. 

Are you about to faint?  No, you begin to hear voices and then when the fog clears you see two men standing by a campfire and one seated on a fallen tree.  The men are dressed in 17th Century garb, with armor breastplates and helmets, there is some kind of animal on a spit over the fire and the third man, probably a Native American is sitting, head bowed and wrapped from head to toe in some kind of animal skins.  

You can't make out the words but you know something witty was exchanged because both men are laughing.  Then after about one and a half minutes the scene is gone, in a blink and with it the smell.  You rub your eyes thinking, "What the heck just happened?"  Am I hallucinating?"  You lean hard out of the window trying to catch another whiff of the smoke, but sadly, it's gone.  You drive on, a bit shaky but manage to get home without any further incident.

You tell your husband or significant other what you saw.  They look at you funny, but they humor you saying that strange things happen here and we can't always explain them.  You put it out of your mind for a long time.

One, many years from the event, you go to the Library and a re drawn inexplicably to the "New Age" book section.  Your eyes drop down to the bottom shelf and fix on one particular volume.  A chill goes through you and you don't really know why you just know you are going to find an answer to something in that book that has plagued you for some time.  You pick up the book.  It is "Phenomenon" by Sylvia Brown.

You don't dare open it till you get home.  You start to thumb through it and realize it is an A-Z compilation of paranormal, psychic and other strange experiences.  You get to the "B's" and then to the "Bl's" There it is what happened on that country road on that warm October day during Indian Summer.  A Bleedthrough.  When a little piece of time appears in the most unlikely place pretty much out of the blue, akin to a short video or snapshot of a scene long past. Or, was it just a short and creepy journey into...The Twilight Zone.