Traumatised

The man in the pub had a story to tell.

He was badly shaken when he arrived, ordering a double whiskey instead of his normal pint of ale. He was obviously quite traumatised. He was immediately surrounded by the few regulars who knew him, and soon joined by those who didn’t, the moment he began to speak. The man in question had been working on the new high-rise building in the city. His boss had asked him to work overtime, fixing a problem with the building’s air-conditioning system. The lighting up there wasn’t the best for carrying out repairs at night, but it needed to be done in order to run a full system test in the morning.

He’d been on the roof, twenty-five stories up, working on the air extraction unit in question. He said he was crouched down looking at what he was doing, when he heard something on the roof. Looking around, he saw a figure dressed in white clothes standing by the far wall, looking out.

He said he stood up and tried to get the figure’s attention. The first time he called out, he asked what the figure was doing up there. The second time, he told whoever it was, that they really shouldn’t be there at all. Getting no response, leaving what he was doing, he walked across the roof to confront the person. He knew that he would have to be responsible for seeing them safely through the door that led down to the top floor elevator.

As he approached, he could clearly make out the man’s head of dark hair together with his fall-length white robe that went from his shoulders to the ground. It seemed to have a faint glow about it. The figure was just standing there, looking out across the city, but the worker, although not able to explain it, knew that he was actually looking out across the world!

When he arrived at the figure’s side, it turned its head and looked the worker full in the face. He said that at that moment, memories of so many religious pictures he had seen of this man cascaded through his mind.

At first, he was gripped by fear, but within moments of looking into the other’s eyes he felt a calmness sweep over him.

At this point, he seemed to be given the courage to ask the strange figure a question. He asked him if he was anything to do with ‘the second coming’.

In response to this, the man in white winked and disappeared in a puff of smoke!

It goes without saying… nobody believed a word of it!