Don’t know if this is psychic or psychotic, but one summer while I was in college, I worked on a construction crew doing some heavy culvert work alongside a highway. I was in the ditch, about 7 feet deep, when it collapsed around me, burying me.
I passed out from lack of oxygen. While unconscious, I heard a voice that could only be described as being from the depths of hell. It was taunting me, telling me all these horrible things were going to happen to me.
My co-workers were able to dig me out in time, obviously. That experience shook me to my core. I quit doing things my mother would not approve of for the rest of the summer, but as soon as school was back in session, I got back to skirt chasing. Whatever I learned from that experience had a short shelf life.
