The following event took place in November, 2010, in a small country town just east of Adelaide, South Australia, known as Woodside.
A companion and I were traveling through the hills on a random adventurous night drive. We were bored and decided to kill a few hours in a car. Unfortunately, though, she had a much weaker bladder than I, so we pulled up by a local public toilet cubical so she could go about her business.
Whilst having a few minutes to myself, I decided to get out of the car, stretch my legs a bit and do a small bit of exploring, as I rarely travel to Woodside without a purpose.
There was a group of trees just down the road, and being the immature, supernatural/paranormal obsessed young man I am, I started wondering what kind of evil beasties could lurk amongst the small forest. Thoughts quickly filled my mind of stories I'd read and heard about forest dwelling witches and ghosts, and at one stage, the Chupacabras even crossed my mind. I felt a cold chill run down my spine like someone, or something, was watching me.
I decided to venture in to the small forest, and found a small clearing not too far in. My companion was always afraid of my paranormal investigative side, so I'd left her with the keys to the car, so she could get back in when she was finished and I could still have a chance to explore a little bit.
While walking through this clearing, I started to hear the most high-pitched frequency I'd ever heard, and a local farmer along with two of his hunting dogs ran past me, in the direction of it. I tried to get his attention, but he just kept on running, like a man possessed by something.
After this, I freaked out a little bit and turned to run back in the direction I'd come from, to get back to the car where, by now, my companion would have to be waiting for me (I'd been gone for approximately 15 minutes by this time).
Running through the trees and shrubs, it came to my attention that I wasn't entirely sure I was exactly retracing my steps, and I feared I may have wavered from my original path slightly, causing me to come out of the forest about 30 meters away from where I'd originally entered.
I wasn't worried that I didn't come out where I'd entered, as I expected my path to vary slightly, and I could see the car from where I was anyway. Rather, the part that worried me was that standing where I'd entered approximately a quarter of an hour ago, there was another young man, who, to put frankly, was me. He would have been my height, my build. He was wearing the same clothes as me... it couldn't be coincidence. It was me from 15 minutes ago, about to enter the forest.
I'd somehow traveled back 15 minutes and was now watching myself. I waited for the other me to enter the forest before leaving where I was, as I didn't want to somehow disturb time and space by meeting myself, and warning myself that strange things were about to happen. The moment he was out of sight, I made a mad dash back to the car; my companion was still not back.
A couple minutes passed and she came back to the car, slightly bewildered that it seemed I had not gone exploring like I said that I was going to. I explained what I'd been through and she froze, as if understanding the extremity I had put on the situation. According to her (and later confirmed by clocks) I'd been gone for just less than a minute. I don't know whether the farmer and his dogs have any relevance, nor whether the high pitch noise served a purpose, but I'd somehow traveled back in time and almost ran into myself!