I was not expecting to have a mini encounter like the one I did when got up on a perfectly normal Sunday morning a couple of weeks ago. The story that follows I am telling first hand.
I was in a small town called Fielding, which serves as a rural crossroads for the central lower north island of New Zealand. There is a large race track to satisfy every back wood petrol head for miles around, and a smattering of stock yards for auctioning livestock destined for the paddock or the plate. I had decided to take my partner and my son to the Fielding Coach Museum , under recommendation from a local.
I did not know much about it, or what to expect but was I was pleasantly surprised as we entered an entirely patron-less hanger like building full of interesting historical artefacts. The place was full of old restored cartridges, coaches, tractors and various farming equipment. i was actually blown away by the size and number of different displays recreating early rural New Zealand in the Manawatu.
Blissfully unaware, we proceeded to examine each display with interest, well as much as you can with a bubbly 5 year old boy in tow. Yet it wasn’t until a large yellow loader attracted my attention, that my day took an unexpected twist.
As I examined the size of this huge wheeled loader, I accidentally kicked something with my sneaker. The loader was down the far end of the hanger , yet the back half was not very well lit so I had to struggle a wee bit to see what I had interrupted.
As I looked down I saw to my surprise, a small ancient looking tricycle. It was wedged into the corner at the apex of the rear wall of the building and the back left hand tyre of the loader. I looked at the tricycle and then back to where it may have come from, which made me feel as if it was just pushed from one end of the hanger to eventually terminate here in this slightly awkward position, wedged on it’s lonesome here. I stepped back slightly and got a shiver down my spine. It was like in a split second, I had a flash that told me what was going on! It was fast and it was sharp!
Instantly the hairs on my arms stood erect, and I had a feeling like the nerves on my spine, neck and the back of my head , had all shortened and retracted inward slightly.
At this I stepped aside and called my Girlfriend over. ” Do you feel something ? ” I asked. At this point she had no idea about the tricycle, as it was still in the shadows.
“wow” she replied, ” I can feel something here… What is it?” I pointed at the small child’s toy before us at which she also stepped back. At this point I was actually starting to feel a wee bit dizzy, so i also stepped away from the toy.
My girlfriend has a bit of a knack of picking up on things , in a psychic way, but very minimal, yet she had a clear picture of what was going on that day. She felt like this was a very closely guarded and beloved toy and that we need step away. I still had chills and tingles sparkling down my spine and arms. I felt slightly nauseas also but decided to take some pictures and move on.
It was weird, I have seen enough episodes of Ghost Adventures and Ghost Hunters to pick up on the subtleties they speak of, yet this was very clear to me. I decided to snap some pictures and move on. I had a quick look up and around for any air conditioning vents or drafts , but nothing was obvious to explain the chills that shot through me.
We shook it off and carried on looking at the rest of the displays. We hung around for at least another half hour or so then decided to head into town for Sushi, at my sons request! As we left, the kind old gentleman at the counter offered us a pass back if we decided to come back later in the day. I took it on the off chance and we got in the car. As I pulled out on to the main road my girlfriend alerted me to a scratch I had on my arm. It was a short fingernail type scratch that was still open and bright blood red. I was taken aback by this and pulled the car over. I had no idea how I got this scratch and was confused as it was still bleeding and fresh. I had another chill, could it have been the entity we had just encountered?
I didn’t want to go there, it had been an eventful enough experience for the morning so I decided that we get lunch and explore town. Good Idea in principle, but my mind couldn’t let go of the feelings and experience we had just been through.
I wanted answers. After exploring town and a bite to eat we headed back. The afternoon shift was on at the museum, so we were let in after another elderly gentleman explained the explicit instructions he was given to expect our return!
We went in to the same large hanger where I made a bee line to the loader.
As I hurried through the hall I was stopped in my tracks by a display that also had a wee tricycle as part of it. I looked at the display and then examined the placard before it. I will include a picture of it , but in essence it states that the tricycle was a much beloved toy that belonged to the Mayors daughter. It was passed on through the generations , much to the displeasure of the original , jealous owner.
In closing , I really do feel that I had a run in with this entity, or at least the residual spirit of the daughter who once cherished this tricycle with such fervour. The thought did cross my mind to approach the gentlemen at the counter , yet something stopped me. I also thought , as the hall was under constant camera surveillance, that the tricycle’s journey would be documented in a digital form somewhere in the archives. yet , the ridicule factor took over for me. In retrospect, the mystery is a better memory for me to have, even though this event only took place two weeks ago.