How Do You Explain This?

From: Gerry Gómez (gerr001hotmail.com)
Story type: OBE
Location: Mexico City
Source: Form Submission

A friend at the ad agency I work in; a hard working editor, had spent 3 consecutive days and nights working in several urgent T.V. spots –living on sandwiches, coffee and Cokes. The night of the third day –at around 04:00-, he got up from his editing console to fix himself some coffee. Went down the stairs to the cafeteria, filled his mug, chatted a bit with the night guardsman, and climbed back to the editing room.

There was no one else at the agency that night. As he was coming into the editing room he saw someone sitting in his chair: Himself. Sitting down in front of the console, working. The guy was terrified. “It was me there, pressing buttons and editing, moving from scene to scene! ’I was petrified! ‘Sitting there, my ‘other self’ turned briefly to look at me standing by the door, and then went back to keep on editing. I even saw the scenes changing in the screen and heard the click-clicking in the key board!’

The guy didn’t dare to come back to the editing room. He went down stairs scared as hell, to tell the night guard the history. The following day, still reluctant to enter the editing room, he finished the urgent job. And still terrified told us his story.