I just want to say that I have never been a believer in the supernatural. I think that everything has a logical explanation. There is absolutely no explanation for what I'm about to share with you, and I can not stop thinking about it.
Last October, I was in London visiting my Brother who lives in Hammersmith. I booked into my hotel late, around 11.00pm, and had planned on eating at the hotel restaurant, but it had closed. I decided to find a local restaurant that was still serving food. I found one nearby that was still open.
The restaurant was empty except for the manageress and me. She was very pleasant and talked a lot; she was telling me about the local tourist attractions and places to check out while I was in London and she seemed amazingly astute. In fact, she seemed almost psychic, even guessing my age almost to the day and even certain things that I was actually planning to do the next day.
At closing time, she went out to the back of the restaurant, I guess, to put some cash in the safe or something. As I was sitting there I was wondering what time I wanted to get up and go and see my brother the next day. I finished my drink that I'd already paid but I decided to wait until the manageress came back so she could lock up behind me.
After five minutes she still had not come back, so I got up and knocked on the door at the back of the restaurant where she had gone earlier. I opened the door to find the room in darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw the woman who I had just finished talking to standing facing me, staring straight back at me from the rear of the room.
Her skin was a clammy, cracked olive colour, and her eyes were just black, I mean, no white at all. Her eyes and mouth were open really wide, and she started screaming the most spine-chilling sounds, something I couldn't understand. It sounded like a foreign language, something like Latin.
I screamed with fright. Her clothes now looked all old, and she moved too fast. The room must have been at least 15 feet deep. She then started darting from the front to the back of the room, still facing me, and from side to side, at an impossible speed. She wasn't running, just moving.
I started to back away from the door, and then she ran straight at me. I turned and ran out of the restaurant, jumped in my car. As I started the car I could see her nightmarish face in the restaurant windows, darting it seemed to every window at an impossible speed. I tore out of the parking lot as fast as I could.
I looked in my rear view mirror and nearly jumped out of my skin to see that she was sitting on the back seat of my car, still with that nightmarish expression. I swerved the car down the street in shear panic; she let out an ear-piercing scream, and then just vanished. She was there for long enough to know I didn't imagine it.
I don't know what that was that spoke to me in the restaurant that day, but I know that it wasn't a prank. I swear at night sometimes I think I see her shadow moving in the dark in my room, just staring at me. I haven't slept properly since or been back to that restaurant.