posted on Mar, 30 2006 @ 12:16 AM
Well I hope I answered everyone.
This is gonna jump around a bit. I'm going to try and keep it short in spots, but in some assemblance of chronology from where I left off.
You also have to realize that these experiences made me a very fearful kid. I didnt like being alone. Petrified of the dark. Lots of kids are.
I always remembered the earlier experiences, and I talked to my Mom about them. She didnt know what to say about it, other then maybe I was dreaming.
Maybe thats how I got it out of my head for awhile, but I never forgot that face. Nor that gong. But, then again, I knew for a fact I wasnt dreaming.
Even then I knew.
Thru the years of 10-18, I had alot of odd occurances I never added up. You know, when youre a kid, youre so oblivious to some stuff. I had some
-light on trees, in the dark.
-looking out a window, at dark.
-long fingernails. (duh, read 1st post)
-Mimes/harlequins. (I still hate em)
But, thats not that out of the ordinary (is it?) Everyone has some.
"Normal" life ensued...I had some years that I cant remember anything wierd at all. I grew up some and did all the stuff kids do, get in trouble for
breaking stuff, shooting tin cans with a BB gun and putting out a window, and starting to notice girls are....kinda hot.
At 16 I got my license. Had a 1970 Torino GT (Ford). Damn what a car...loved that thing. And, one of the neat things I could do now, was drive by
myself to the beach. 3 hour drive.
Followed Mom and Dad down, spent the weekend, and came home...following Mom and Dad.
You might have to do some looking on mapquest to get a real feel for this. Look for Ocean City Maryland. Got it? Ok. Now see if you can find the Bay
Bridge. If ya get Google Earth (it's free) look for Washington DC. Go directly right of that, and you'll see water and the bridge goin across it,
towards Baltimore. I'm pretty sure thats the Bay Bridge. (Havent gone that way in years.)
I'm coming from the east towards Baltimore...but not over the bridge yet. I'm on that large fang shaped penninsula...just look for the road leading
to the bridge. I cant see the bridge yet, but I know I'm close. I'm following My Dad's car.
The time was 8:20pm.
I wasnt paying attention, but I knew where I was going at this point in he drive. Dad quickly changed lanes, and a truck got between us. Obviously I
didnt know the exact exit, because when the truck moved, there was his car going off on it. I was separated, and got a little flustered that I missed
I jumped off on the next exit. About 1/2 mile down.
Now, the Bridge, as you can see, is hella huge. You aint gonna miss it. I am now off on a small road, that ends at a stop sign. I can go left or
right. I got left, towards the direction of the bridge (which I still cant see visually)
I drive. 8 Miles. I see no bridge. I stop at a small store beside the road, where I see a pay phone. I can call a friend of mine who drives this all
the time, and always knows where he's going. I get out and there's a guy sitting on the steps of the store, which is closed.
"Heya, whats up." he says.
"Hey how you doin man. I said. "You know which way the Bay Bridge is from here?"
"Sure. That way." he replies. (points towards the way I was going anyway)
"Thats what I thought, thanx man." and I walk towards the car.
"Hey" he says as I'm getting in, and he walks over. "Can I get a ride that way? Maybe 3 miles.? My...car is broken down."
I look over and there's this car, wierd lookin thing, really long nose on it. Odd lookin for the time.
I aint exactly lookin for a hitcher, but, the guy seems ok. And I've never said yes to anyone before or since....it just aint somethin I do.
"Sure, hop in." I said.
I notice he's wearing a Cleveland Browns shirt. Wierd for Maryland. It looks vintage. But he's maybe 18 at the most.
"Been down the beach huh?" says he.
"Yeah, just got lost off the highway...never drove here before by myself."
"Get lost alot?" he says with a smile.
"Not really" I said.
As I drove, 3 miles went by, and I said "you where ya wanna be yet?"
"Just a little bit up here...4 minutes maybe...my house driveway's on the left." he replied.
As I went, I kept my eye on him. This guy had perfect skin. I mean flawless. Rare for a guy this age. Not a blemish. His skin was almost...shiny.
"you can pull up right here", as he pointed to a pull off beside the road. "You need gas money or anything?" he asked.
"Nah I'm..." as I looked over at him, he didnt look like the same guy who got in...I mean....it looked like a different person. The jaw and face
bone structure was NOT the same. He looked wierd now. And when he looked back at me...he knew that I knew something was up. He smiled...a smile that
looked like death. I dont know how esle to describe it....like oblivion.
The fear of night, and "them" was all over me. My lips went numb, and my heart beat out of my chest.
"Go that way" he said.
"alright" I replied.
"Ok, you have somewhere to go. You'll be fine. I'll see you again." he said.
And he got out.
That 351 Cleveland engine couldnt get me away fast enough.
Time: 9:01 pm.
Down the street was a stoplight, and I saw cars going by. I laughed with tears welling up in my eyes...and I didnt know why. Just to see people other
then this blank road I'd been on...with this wierd guy. "I'll see you again"...what the hell did that mean? And the way he looked...something was
I pull up to the stoplight, a truck stop is on my right. "This looks like Pulaski Hwy" I thought, "how the hell did I get here without crossing the
I dont remember the Truck Stop name. I had packs of matches from there, but I dont know where they are at this second...or I could tell ya the name.
"I" and some number. Like "I-60" or something like that. I'll see if I can find them.
I go in to ask which way to the bridge, I cant have crossed it and not known. I walk up to the counter cashier, there's booths behind me, and a
counter bar along side to my left.
"Ma'am, I'm lost, can you tell me which way on this to the Bay Bridge?"
She furrowed her brow. "What Bridge?"
"Bay...Bridge" I said.
"You mean East Hunt..." she said.
"No, Chesepeake Bay Bridge" I said, extremely nervous at this point.
"Boy, you are lost aintcha?" came a voice from behind me. A truck driver.
"Yes sir." I said.
He stood up, and the waitress said "where's he talkin about?"
"Thats Maryland" he said.
The place went a little quiet, and people were looking and listening.
I'm completely panicked and trying to keep myself from shaking. I'm trying to be cool.
"Jesus Christ." said one trucker at the bar.
"W-where am I at here." I said. I cringed, and heard the words I'll never forget, all my life.
"Youre in the southern end of Ohio boy, you got a hell of a drive to Maryland, where you comin from?"
I just stared at him. The clink of coffee cups and silverware is all I heard. I'm actually typing this and getting a little wet in the eyes.
He took me outside to his truck, and showed me a map. Wrote down where I was to go to get home. I could follow him towards Ellicott City MD if I
wanted, and he'd shown me how to go from there. Thank God he was goin that way. Thats how he knew Maryland.
He gave me 20 bucks, and told me it was all he could give me for gas. The waitress got me $40 from all the truck guys inside...she'd come out to the
guys truck as he was writing directions. I said I didnt know how I was getting home on 1/2 a tank. This is how I found out, there are good people in
I tried calling home, no answer. I rolled out behind the truck. Stopped for gas, and caught back up with him.
All I could think was that Mom and Dad were gonna be furious...and worried sick. Dad would be out looking for me...christ was I gonna get it.
"You'll be fine, I'll see you again." kept echoing in my head. It was hours before I got home. I lost the truck, somewhere just inside MD when I
stopped to try calling home again.
"Man, I'm dead."
If a cop would have caught me, I'd never be driving again. I really mashed the gas. No traffic. Not til I got towards home.
When I pulled up, I dont remember what time it was, but all was quiet, and dewy...had to have been early morning just before sunrise...I think.
Mom and Dad's cars were in the drive. Lights were all out. WTF?
I put the key in and walked into the kitchen. I heard Dad comin down the hallway.
"You know what time it is?" he said.
"yeah, Dad I got lost as hell...I ended up in..."
"well get to bed, youre home now."
What? You have GOT to be kidding me. I'm gone off the face (as far as theyre concerned) for hours after losing them on a road I'm not sure
about...all friggin night, and thats it?? Nobody looked for me? I'm not gettin yelled at? This is a man who if I was one minute past midnight my ass
"You'll be fine".
It all hit me again. I went over NO bridge. I drove NO 6 hours. I drove a little over 1/2 hour...and ended up 2 states away. The car couldnt have made
it that far on that 1/2 tank...no way.
It was *perfectly* seamless.
And that was no regular "guy" at that store. I felt...that feeling. Like I'd been somewhere else, but I didnt know where. And that guy was...very,
very strange...as was his car. His skin and eyes I remember vividly...he scared the hell out of me, just looking at him. Now looking back, he felt
Seamless. I remember nothing but what I've detailed. Nothing.
I recount this, because it was the event from those few years where literally I cant recall anything odd happening. This started it again.
There may be some small things, but that was half my life ago, and I just dont recall small events like I used to. This one shook me. Relativly small
event...but I feel it was significant. (Although I may have bored you all out of your skulls) It's important for what came later. Realization.
And, it started me to digging on what the hell was going on. Even though, I still had not made the connection at that time, between earlier
experiences and this one.
That came later. And thats when everything fit together. Like perfect puzzle pieces.
I'm *really* tired. So, I'll end it for tonight.
Tomorrow, I can get into the shared experience of a major sighting with my wife, and subsequently her being held in the vehicle while I'm, well,
being dealt with by my little tan friends. That one was the eye opener, and the beginning of the more, shall we say "in your face" experiences.