I can… smell death
Iscrunched up my nose, wiggled, then rubbed it, but still the smell lingered. Whatõs that stench?
It was summer 2015, and I was walking my dog around Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, where I lived.
We walked the same stretch most days. But, enjoying the weather, I’d taken a longer route home. Ended up at a manor house.
That’s when the strong scent wafted into my face. Cigar smoke, I realised! ‘Pooh!’ I said, flapping my hand in the air to shift the unpleasant aroma. As I did, I turned full circle, but no one was there. Where had the smoke come from? Without a clear explanation, and thinking nothing more of it, I forgot about it. Until a few weeks later, my nose twitched as I could smell cigarette smoke while I was stood in the middle of a deserted road. Spooky! Then, later that month,
while viewing a house to buy, I sensed the unpleasant whiff of an unwashed person nearby. That’s when it hit me… These odours were from people who had died in these locations... I could smell death – the scents people leave when they depart this world. In January last year, I moved to Gainsborough. Forgot about my experiences. But, on 22 November, I was making a cuppa when I smelled something familiar. ‘That’s Gramps’ aftershave!’ I said to myself. It was so distinct, I hadn’t known anyone else to wear it. Truth is, I hadn’t thought of Gramps for decades. Then I realised it was the anniversary of his death! I like to think it was his way of looking down on me. I don’t think I have any special powers, or indeed any insights. But I’m trying to find out if anyone else has had a similar experience, and can explain it. Or perhaps I’ll never know. Who nose?!
These odours were from people who had died
Mary Cook, 74, from Lincs