When you awoke and saw one of 'them', do you mean one of the slave-like creatures?
No. I never saw anything like the shabby people since the dreams. What I saw was green, had a large bald head, red eyes and wore some kind of purple
robe/scarf around it’s upper body. Not only was it scary, it really didn’t seem to like me much.
You see, what really disturbs me about what I have seen is it isn’t quite what these hypnotized abduction folks keep claiming to see. These things
are green or tan, and there’s significant differences other than just skin color. The tan ones look frail, the green one doesn’t. While both have
big heads, the tans seem to have larger ones and their eyes are larger and black. Neither type speaks, but the green one in particular seems very
threatening, despite the fact it seems the tans do all the work. When the book, Communion was released, I nearly freaked out in a Books-a-million
store. It was close, but not dead on, to what the tans looked like. The eyes are sort of right, if not a little more ‘oriental’ or Asian in nature
and there’s more of a rounded forehead to them.
My sister called yesterday, and inspired by a couple of other threads around here, I wanted to discuss the weirdness with her. You see, I had a long
term girlfriend who shared encounter experiences with me, and a current wife who’s had brushes with this weirdness too. I wondered if my sister,
who’d shared a room with me as a child, had anything other than ghost stories to share. What she shared either means we’re all crazy maybe I’m
not as nutty as I had first thought.
She, at first insisted upon nothing but ghostly encounters, weird faces peering at her in the dark and orbs of light. I asked here to describe the
faces, which she related to as ugly old men. Then she mentioned the eyes in the closet. I asked what kind of eyes? She said dark and mean looking eyes
that would simply watch her. I asked her, in the dark, what made the eyes darker than anything else, surly there must have been a face? She said there
was, but it wasn’t as significant as the large spooky dark eyes.
Then she mentioned the man on the stairs. I remembered the incident she spoke of, as it was a traumatic night, although I never asked her about any of
her details. That day, my parents had decided to move her into the other bedroom upstairs, and I was rather excited about the prospect of having my
own room for once. All of her things, except her bed, were moved into the other room. Her bed, because of a heavy frame, had been left in front of the
doorway to my room for easier moving first thing the next day.
We were sent to bed around nine o’clock or so, as was the usual time at our house. I had to climb over her bed to get to mine, as it was blocking
the door; I remember being annoyed by that and hoped nothing would hold up my dad on moving that thing as soon as it was daylight. Traditionally, she
and I would gab about stupid stuff until late, then when more properly tired, go to sleep. That night was no different than any other, in that sense.
Shortly after we stopped talking is when she saw it creeping up the stairs, almost sly in it’s actions, like it didn’t want to be heard - we had
notoriously creaky stairs.
The following description is as she relayed it to me on the phone. It moved so smoothly, she told me, that it seemed as if it were floating. It was
not transparent or ghostly, and cast a shadow on the hallway of the stairwell from the lamp that stayed on at night to illuminate the stairway to the
bathroom downstairs. It was green and bald, with big red eyes and a grinning lipless mouth full of sharp pointed teeth backed with bright red gums.
She said it’s skin was textured, like a tapestry, although I’m not sure quite what she meant by that. She claimed it wore a wine colored
‘smoker’s jacket’ with a loosely tied scarf knotted largely under it’s chin. It extended a green hand to her with very long arms, like a
monkey’s, in length. It’s hand had thick pointed yellow fingernails, and it beckoned for her to come with it. She covered her head with a pillow,
hoping it would go away, but when she peeked out again it had rounded the stairwell and was standing over her in the doorway. She screamed for help
repeatedly, And I remember hearing my dad thunder up the stairs. She said it looked over it’s shoulder and vanished as he bolted up the stairs. From
where I was, I couldn’t see out the doorway, let alone if anyone was there, but I heard my dad tell her it was a dream and she needed to go back to
sleep, even though she was pleading with him not to go back to bed because she wasn’t sleeping and it wasn’t a dream.
Speaking of dreams, she also mentioned a dream she’d had about us playing in our backyard, one that was particularly odd to her because of it’s
‘reality’. Apparently, we were playing ‘Peter Pan’ and flying. I had pointed to the sky, and away we flew. The flight ended with a flash of
bright light and we were in a dark place where I was dimly lit by some light. She’d claimed it looked like invisible hands were pushing and pulling
at my face, as if it were made of modeling clay, then it was stretched as if it were made of chewing gum - her words.
That, in it’s self, might be nothing, except for the fact I never told her about being stretched in a dream, nor had I told her, or anyone, about a
flying episode I had because it seemed too crazy, but in light of what she reviled, I told her about that experience. We were playing out back, and I
remember hiding behind a bush near our property line. I saw a light in the sky and tried to show it to my sister, then I flew into the air towards the
light. There was a flash, and I remember being in a dark room, my only company being a tan being that I didn’t seem too concerned with. I was
focused on the doorway, where a line of people were walking down the hall, led by another tan guy. My sister was no where to be found, but the tan in
the room with me kept trying to get my attention and keep me from watching the others. He smelled bad to me and I wanted to go home, and frankly
that’s it. I don’t remember how I got back from any of that or if anything else happened from there.
My sister and I both had mentioned, in passing, the yard we played in of the dream/experience as still having the old apple tree in it. Lightning had
struck the tree when we were young, and it needed to be cut down. That would place us to be around 5-6 years old at the time. Sometimes when we talk
about the past, it’s hard for us to get a handle on exactly what happened in what order, because we were bounced around a lot between family
members, as our dad worked steady and our mother worked sporadically. She remembers things that I should have and didn’t and I remember further
back than she does at times, but I am about a year and a half older than her.
To this day, she has the most violently irrational fear of clowns and stark white faces, although I don’t recall us ever going to a circus with
clowns. Incidentally, while I was stationed in Japan, white faced Geisha-like performers creeped the living hell out of me. Any connection? I don‘t
know, it just occurred to me as another odd coincidence.
I’m convinced we have seen and experienced very similar things, especially concerning the entities involved. I have no physical proof of any of
this, and just the testimony of three women, two of which are more reluctant to talk about it. Something strange is going on, and continues to do so
… I’m still looking for answers, and probably will for quite some time. But this isn’t something I want any special attention for, I just want
it explained - by the beings responsible if at all possible, as people always either claim it’s either sleep paralysis or an over active imagination
or something like that. I don’t hear voices, I’ve never hallucinated and I sure as hell know the difference between a dream and what is really
I’ve been developing theories about them for over 30 years now, but that’s all they are - guesses based on the few disturbing and disjointed
memories I have. I guess I’m posting them here to see if anyone else makes any sense of it, or maybe it’ll help validate someone else’s