In the year 2001, I was studying at the Economics at the University of Manchester. I was late for my Microeconomics lecture.
I ran from my building, the Dover Street building. As I was half way down the stairs out of the building I felt a strong push. My bag fell from my shoulders, I picked it up and realised the strap was disconnected.
I continued to run to my lecture and noticed my watch was making a strange noise. It was a green Seiko kinetic (I love that watch). I knew it was also broken as it made a strange rattle, different to how it normally sounds.
Sweating, I arrived at my lecture and I was given a stern look by my lecturer. I sat in the front and got my notepad and stuff out.
I checked my bag strap and noticed something very strange. It’s hard to explain the strap, but basically it was disconnected. It was like a magic trick with rings being disconnected without any breaks.
I later showed this to my friends and no one had an explanation how the strap can disconnect without any breaks. Everyone just said the Dover Street building is haunted.
On the weekend I went home and showed my parents. My dad freaked out and he threw the strap in the bin and also wanted to get rid of my watch, which I didn’t let him.
Almost 20 years later, I still periodically think about this event. I still have the watch (it was fixed but broke again) but I wish my dad did not throw away the bag strap.
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