Okay so might not be scary per-say but I thought it was bizarre and kind of creepy. It was probably just a very odd coincidence, but let me tell you it was one hell of a coincidence. So I should probably start with a little background.
I didn’t start going to concerts until in college which is really weird because I’ve always been obsessed with music.
I love all genres and really don’t have any bands that I outright hate. But then again back in high school I was very bad around crowds.
Anyways, I’ve been to so many concerts that I’ve lost track of the number.
Most of them were metal concerts and nothing strange has every really happened, the most I ever expected was to get a black eye from a mosh pit or something. Which is saying something being as I attended a Black Metal concert on Friday the 13th. If there was any concert I thought would have been cursed or something,
it would have been that one. But enough backstory.
My story takes place in the summer, I think it was June. For the sake of privacy, I won’t mention the festival name being as it has my town’s name and I’m kinda paranoid like that. But it was an open air event.
At this venue there were two stages; the main stage for the well-known bands and the second stage for the lesser known. The main stage had a large pit for general admission and was surrounded by bleachers that were stories high.
On the stage itself were two screens on either side so the people in the back and in the bleachers could see.
These are two crucial details. Usually I got to concerts with my dad since I am a very short girl and my dad is much bigger, he usually handles the crowd for me.
This time I went with my younger sister.
Now this was a three-day festival, so my sister and I were planning for a pretty kickass few days full of nothing but headbanging and cheering. The first half of the day was very normal, I saw one of the openers, I forget which band it was, and tried crowd surfing for the first time—this was at the second stage.
After that my sister and I decided to go see the main bands and we managed to worm our way up to the front, again, we’re very small so this was pretty easy.
I knew most of the bands that played throughout the day. The highlight of my day being when the drummer of Hollywood Undead tossed his drumstick into the crowd and I caught it.
This is around the time when things took a turn for the weird, and I didn’t even know it. In between sets, on those two screens I mentioned earlier, the hosts of the venue displayed people’s Instagram pictures and tweets about their experiences.
My sister taps me on the shoulder, laughing, and says, “hey that guy kinda looks like you.” I look at the screen and there’s this dude who has the same haircut and dye job as me. He was also around the same height. Basically, this guy is how I would look if I were a man.
Throughout the day I was mistaken for this guy on various occasions.
Anyways, night rolls around and I’m having the time of my life. Everything remained very normal. Rammstein is playing and they have their usual fire show going on.
My sister and I decide to leave a bit early though so we could beat the traffic and wake up on time for day two. Again, nothing out of the ordinary.
We get back to the hotel, watch a scary movie, and go to bed. The next day we find out via word of the mouth that someone died the night before, after we left.
I don’t know exactly what happened—maybe the guy was drunk, maybe the crowd got too wild and he was pushed—whatever the situation was, a guy had fallen off of one of the uppermost bleachers.
I didn’t think anything of it until I saw a picture of male me on the article about the incident. The rest of the festival went as every other concert I’ve ever been to did. But it set a weird mood for the rest of the festival, knowing that someone who looked so much like me died at a concert I was attending.
It also kind of made me wonder what would have happened if I stayed for the whole show.