Beyond the Time Barrier: Timeslip in Oxton, England

In August 2009, a 42-year-old lady named Helen left her flat on Talbot Road in Oxton, England, and walked 600 yards to her local – the Caernarvon Castle, where she enjoyed a half of lager in the pub car park with many other customers who were enjoying a drink and a meal as they made the most of the unpredictable English summer.

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Helen was feeling a bit down because she had just split with Mike, her boyfriend of two years, and every time she thought of some hurtful memory of their time together, she would imagine she was sticking a label with the words “bad thought” on a little thought balloon – a technique her doctor had told her to try as a form of cognitive behavioural therapy.

Helen looked about, people-watching, and then after a Bacardi and coke she decided to walk home.

She was just leaving the car park of the Caernarvon Castle, when a car decelerating on Bidston Road beeped its horn. Helen noticed the car was an old fashioned model, and saw the name “Corsair” on its boot. The Ford Corsair halted just ahead of Helen and the driver, a woman aged about 25, with a babushka scarf on and a pair of sunglasses shouted something to her.

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Helen went to the offside of the vintage vehicle to see what the driver wanted. ‘Could you possibly direct me to Ingestre Court?’ said the woman in a well-spoken voice.

‘Yes, it’s straight down this road, and to the right,’ answered Helen, ‘I live in the flats near there.’

‘Oh, do you fancy a lift there then? And you can show me the way?’ asked the woman, who adjusted her shades and peeped over them with a huge pair of friendly sky-blue eyes.

‘Yes, of course, thanks,’ said Helen, and she got into the car. Seconds after this, Helen noticed that all of the cars travelling up and down Bidston Road were vehicles that looked as if they were from the 1960s and 1970s.

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Then Helen noticed a policeman – on a bicycle, and he did not have on a high-visibility yellow jacket or a bicycle helmet. The driver then turned to Helen and said: ‘I have to visit a Mrs MacDonald at Ingestre Court; did you say it’s on the right over there?’

Helen had known a Mrs MacDonald at Ingestre Court when she was a child, but that lady had tragically died in a car crash in 1974. Helen pointed to Ingestre Court – and saw that every car parked there was vintage. It had not yet dawned on the Oxton woman that she had somehow gone back in time. ‘Yes, that’s Ingestre Court,’ Helen muttered, and the woman pulled over and said: ‘Thanks, I’m a stranger around these parts.’

‘You’re welcome,’ said Helen, and she got out the Ford Corsair in a daze, and the woman drove to the car park of the flats.

Helen walked along, gazing at the cars, and she saw that the tax disc on one parked car read “Dec 67”. Helen walked to her flat and discovered her key did not work.

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The lock was now an old Yale model, and so she pressed the doorbell, and a woman in horned-rimmed glasses answered.

Helen felt as if she was in a dream.

‘I live here’, she told the perplexed lady, and that woman looked Helen up and down then took a step back into the hallway and slammed the door on her.

Helen wandered away, slowly realising she had somehow gone back in time to the year she had been born – 1967.

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She took her iPhone from the pocket of her jeans and her trembling hand unlocked the device and she dialled her mother.

There was no signal – no network.

There was a loud beep of a passing car horn and Helen looked up from the phone’s screen to see the woman who had given her a lift into the past. She was waving as she drove by in the Ford Corsair, and there was a woman in the passenger seat.

At that moment, modern cars appeared on the road. Helen realised that the year 2009 had returned. She did a u-turn and went to her flat, and now the key fitted and there was no sign of the woman in the horn-rimmed glasses.

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Such is the nature of the timeslip – it often happens out of the blue and disorients those who pass through the ‘time barrier’.

Helen did not have the remotest interest in the paranormal, and was thrown by the unearthly experience.

When she visited the Caernarvon Castle pub on the following day, a friend of Helen told her a curious thing; he had seen her leave the car park around the time the Ford Corsair was pulling up, but he had not seen any vehicle; he had seen Helen walking out the pub car park, and then she had vanished before his eyes.

Here’s another ‘slip’ experienced by two people.

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One afternoon in August of this year, a 65-year-old Wallasey man named Roy was walking down Poulton Road on his way to his daughter’s house (on Clarence Road), when he passed a store called Gepps.

This puzzled Roy because he lived in the Poulton Road area in the 1980s and was never out of Gepps, a superior type of chandlers which sold tools and paint for the DIY enthusiast, ironmongery and even mops.

Roy walked back a few feet, looked in the window, and there was Mr Gepp in his white coat. Roy was tempted to go into the store, but had to get to his daughter’s for 3pm.

When Roy mentioned the chandlers to his daughter, she returned a puzzled look, and she told her father he must have been mistaken, as Gepps had closed down around 2008.

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‘Well it’s opened again,’ said Roy, and he ended up taking his daughter round the corner from her house on Clarence Road to the spot where he had seen Gepps.

Roy’s daughter was right – Gepps was gone – and in its place was a hair and beauty salon called Amour, and the doors of two flats.

‘I saw the place, love’, Roy told his worried daughter; she thought her father might be showing signs of some neurological disorder, but then a woman passing by with a dog lingered by Roy and his daughter and appeared to be eavesdropping.

This woman said to Roy: ‘Excuse me; I saw what you saw as well – God as my judge – I saw the front of the store. It was all painted white, and there was a blue clock above the sign.’ And this woman made the sign of the cross and added: ‘And when I looked back it had gone.’

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‘Yes!’ said Roy, ‘I saw that clock as well, over the sign up there.’

He turned to his daughter and said: ‘We can’t both be seeing things can we?’

Author: Tom Slemen, a Liverpool writer, known foremostly as the author of the best-selling Haunted Liverpool series of books which document paranormal incidents and unsolved or unusual crimes. Check his Books on Amazon here.

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Tom Slemen

Tom Slemen is a Liverpool writer, known foremostly as the author of the best-selling Haunted Liverpool series of books which document paranormal incidents and unsolved or unusual crimes. Check his Books on Amazon here.

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