Reports are received worldwide that in the aftermath of disasters those that perished appear to be ignorant that they are no longer among the living. Calls are received at emergency centers, taxis are hailed, and these lost souls try to reach homes that are demolished or connect with loved ones who are dead as well.
According to a 2016 article along Japan;s coast, which bore the brunt of the 2011 tsunami in the town of Tagajo the fire station continued to receive calls for homes where only rubble remained. It was only until the fire crews went and prayed that the calls ceased.
Taxi drivers are hailed by passengers they later realize were victims of the disaster. In Sendai, one picked up a man with an unhappy expression on his face. He requested an address that brought them to a place where the house had been leveled. When turned to speak to his fare, the man had disappeared.
Another driver stopped for a woman wearing a coat, standing near the Ishinomaki Station. She directed him to the Minmihama (district). He knew the place was "almost empty", and he asked her if she was sure she wanted to go there. Her response was both disturbing and sad. In a trembling voice she asked, "Have I died?" When he turned around the seat behind him was empty.
A young man hailed a taxi ad asked to be taken to the Hiyoriyama mountain. Sometime during the trip, the driver looked in the rear-view mirror realized he was the only one in the vehicle.
A Zen priest who exorcised those affected by these discarnates recalled an encounter with the spirit of a middle-aged man looking for his daughter:
“Kaori!” the voice called. “I have to get to Kaori. Where are you, Kaori? I have to get to the school, there’s a tsunami coming.”
On February 27, 2010 an 8.8-magnitude earthquake tore through central Chile causing a tsunami. Stories of shouts asking for help, the light from cellular phones and disembodied voices were soon reported.
These accounts were confirmed by engineers and workers sent to repair the bridge Cardenal Raúl Silva Henríquez which spans the Maule River.
One of the night guards reported in late April that close to a lagoon adjacent to the river he was approached by a woman that materialized out of nowhere. She asked him, "Can you help me? My son is under water by that pillar (she pointed to it). He died in the tsunami."
The man, very surprised by her sudden appearance told her she could not be on the property at night, but to return in the morning and speak to his supervisor. When he asked her name, she responded, "Maria". He pulled out a notebook to write down her complete name, but when he looked around, she had disappeared. He was so spooked by the encounter that he quit the next day.
It so happened that during those days military personnel sent to assist in recovery efforts found the body of an 11-year-old boy wrapped in a tarp exactly in the spot the woman had pointed at.
On April 20, Renato Perez, an engineer was sent to assess the damage at Cancun Island which had been impacted by the tsunami. Five other workers accompanied him. He was alone and examining an area when he clearly heard a child's voice say, "Hello." Then a few seconds later, the same voice said, "Hello, sir." He turned around and found himself alone. He said, "I knew there was no way a child would be on the island on that day, but I was afraid of being laughed at, so I never told anyone what I heard."
Later he confirmed that this was the same day the security guard had the encounter with the woman's apparition.
Perez went on to say that in the following weeks, several strange things happened at the cabins where he and other workers were staying at. Electrical lights would flicker and chairs would move by themselves. The heater in the bathroom would make loud noises, but never turn on. He said, "All of us there witnessed these events, and we joked about it, saying that it was 'Maria' trying to communicate with us.
In June, 2010, Mario Pizarro a risk assessment engineer was crossing the same bridge accompanied by the supervisor of the entire project. At a mid-point they were surprised to see a couple hugging each other, leaning against the rail and looking out over the river. Their back was towards them. Close by were two children holding hands and playing.
He said, "We were very alarmed by their presence since pedestrians were not allowed on the bridge. A guard stationed at each end had strict control of who came on the bridge, and we couldn't understand how they got by him."
When they reached the north end of the bridge they immediately questioned the guard, however he said no one had come by him. They called the guard on the other end of the bridge and he assured them that he had not allowed anyone on the bridge. The engineers asked the guards to each walk towards the middle and report what they saw. They said that no one was there.
Pizarro and his companion realized the family they had seen had simply vanished into thin air. The only logical explanation is that all four had jumped into the river, but the question remained how they could have sneaked in past the guards.
The Chilean ezine Guioteca reported other sightings
Blanca Jaque who lived in the affected area recalled where two young girls, daughters of one of her neighbors died in the disaster. She and her family would hear the sounds of the girls coming down the stairs from the apartment above them, or using the bathroom. She eventually moved far away from any ocean, but recalled that other neighbors also reported hearing voices in the night, especially in those areas where many had died.
Juan Morales a worker in the town of Constitución believes the supernatural events are caused by those who were killed and are asking to be found and buried properly.
Orrego Island which was full of tourist attending a festival the day of the earthquake, is now desolate and deserted. Tourists shun it with its memories of pain and loss. Only the family of those who lost a loved one ever visit it.
Similar stories were reported after the 1910 avalanche in Wellington, Washington and the 2011 earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand were many lives were lost in a few minutes.
Stranger Than Fiction Stories by M.P. Pellicer