What if you woke up one night and saw a grey knocking on your window?

A few years ago something odd happened that brought out a memory I’d forgotten about.

It’s not an alien knocking on my window, but it’s pretty close.

I was checking out some alien pictures at a website and one of the pictures stimulated a connection to a memory from when I was about 4 or 5. Unfortunately, the website isn’t around anymore, but I did find a picture that I’m pretty sure came from the same set. Seems to me that the picture I’d seen was from the other side, but the color of the face and the over all look is very similar.




When I was a child I lived in a small trailer house. I slept on a fold out bed that was the living room couch by day. I remember looking out the living room window and seeing three figures walking towards the window. There was one in front and the other two were a short distance behind. I remember looking very hard at the face of the one who was closer to me. It didn’t look right, and it didn’t fit into my reality at the time. I remember being gripped by a powerful feeling of fear. It was a deep cold in the belly fear. I turned away from the window and I think I took a couple steps toward where my mother was sleeping. That’s all I remember.

I don’t know why I had looked out the window. I’ve got a flash of memory from a few seconds before I actually looked out the window where I’m jumping up quickly to look out the window. I remember that I definitely expected to see something.

The mind is associative. I couldn’t make the face fit into my reality because it was just too different. It was a face with eyes and the head was at the top of the body, but everything else was wrong. Anybody see the movie “What the Bleep Do We Know”? There’s a part where an Indian is looking over the water of the ocean. He knows there is something there, but he just can’t see it because the image doesn’t fit into the world he’s known all his life. He’d never seen a boat. That’s kind of how I think about the face I saw. At that time I’d never seen anything that looked like the face I saw.

Thinking about it now I’m pretty sure that they were all fairly short. I was looking down on them from the window.

I’m 42 now. That means that this happened about 38 years ago. That’s before all the alien stuff we’ve all been exposed to over the years.

I hadn’t thought about that memory for many years. Because of the way my mind went straight to it when I saw that picture makes me think that the face in the picture and the face of the one that was closest to me were very similar. I’ve tried to get more out of the memory, but since it’s been so long ago I haven’t had much luck.

Ive never been too concerned about Greys showing up to see me, its humans that scare the crap outta me............But seriously, if I saw an alien I probably would freak, as much as I hate to admit it...................Tom

[edit on 26-8-2007 by tommyb98201]

reply to post by 2hedgehogsonalog


the important thing is though, is to put a bullet in them as soon as possible. see if you had done that and showed us a picture of you holding the dead, bloody, disgusting, ..thing, we would be more opt to believe your story. as of now i'm just thinking "oh cool story, she was prolly dreaming though"

so arm yourself woman!

and kill the next alien that you find molesting your kitties!!!!

Yeah, we need to teach those alien scumbags not to mess with us humans, and to pay the price if they do. I shall feast on their blood...gray scum. (I just get a kick out of picturing myself cannibalizing a Gray alien. Maybe I'm a little wrong in the head, but hey...rather a GRay than a human...)

Greys don't scare me. I hope to my house tonight. I'm ready
for First Contact.

[edit on 26-8-2007 by Eurisko2012]

If I saw a grey....mmmmm, 2 9mm rounds to the chest, 1 to the head. And that's if my 12 gauge wasnt handy, then take pictures of the gooey mess to post here to you guys

Actually, i would probably pray, then poo my pants, then give him the 12 gauge! Then post the pics!!!!

Originally posted by David_Reale
Yeah, we need to teach those alien scumbags not to mess with us humans, and to pay the price if they do. I shall feast on their blood...gray scum.

(I just get a kick out of picturing myself cannibalizing a Gray alien. Maybe I'm a little wrong in the head, but hey...rather a GRay than a human...)

They probably taste OK smoked over a little hickory, marinated in a little Jack Daniels!

reply to post by Sr Wing Commander


double tap to the center mass...one to the head.

I'd jsut like to say here, some people have been sayign they saw something out of the corner of you eye uhuh, if you saw somethign out of the corner of your eye it is because the corners of your eyes are more seneitive and when they pick up even a shadow moving your brain goes into hyperdrive thinking its somethign it isnt, because its an evolutionary leftover from when we needed to watch out for stuff flying out of bushes and eating you. This is why we see stuff out of the corner of your eye and your brain thinks its something when its really jsut a shadow or something. I believe in other life in the universe jst dont believe it if you see it out of the corner of your eye

Lmao, why is it ALWAYS a grey?
Why can't it be a Nordic?

Man...

I'd start fapping though, in hopes it would take pics, and make me an intergallactic porn star.

reply to post by darkheartrising


well, i definitely wasn't dreaming (don't you know the difference?) and i'm devoutly non-violent, so you accepting my story as mere entertainment will have to suffice

reply to post by Dave-Enock


If you were referring to my post, i said nothing about the "corner of my eye"; this fellow was right in front of me. Now, even if it had been the corner...., should not i have been startled, in keeping with your proposed theory? Also, i would not discount the perspective granted by seeing something "out of the corner of your eye" as that is when we are afforded many paranormal visuals. You're right, it is very sensitive viewing, particularly if you want to see some ghosts!

I have felt that some days when I go to sleep, but not on the window more like waking up and having them next to me.

I've been looking over this topic for a couple of days now, debating whether to post or not. Let me just tell some of you, you have no idea what you are talking about. It's never so simple as one just dropping by to say 'Hi'. They aren't cute and never act playful.

See, having had just such a thing happen before, I can tell you what I did and what I wanted to do. I wanted to act like John Wayne or Dirty Harry and ventilate it's bulbous head just like alot of you have said you would, but the reality, at least the first time it happened, was quite different. On one level you want to help the silly looking things - you are curious and intrigued, but on another level you are terrified and intimidated beyond all rationality. The latter sensation usually overides the former much like a runaway rollercoaster ... I don't wish it on anyone.

If you see one, it's too late - what's done is done by that time. It has allowed this, a viewing of itself, to happen - for what reason, I cannot say.

What I know for sure, is that once warned, always on edge. I was pretty young the first time and was scared stiff - way beyond a bad dream in my opinion ... I ran a terrible fever and threw up the rest of the night. (It was awful.) Following visits were not so traumatic in their after effect, but each held their own terrors. You can almost feel their prescence just before it happens, which holds it's own sense of anxiety. Sadly, my sister, who also shared a room with me, also experienced these encounters with similar effects upon her, as she has since related to me.

Most of the encounters were during childhood, but there were at least four other incidents I can recall in my adult life, but all, I am pretty sure, were in relationship to my children. On two of those occasions, I had different spouses/girlfriends who also shared the experiences with varrying degrees of memory of the events. It seems to me, the older one is in experience with these things, the less hold they can exhibit on you or choose to exhibit on you ... not sure which ...

I'm fairly sure they are returning for my youngest son as of the last week or so. The feelings have returned and so have the effects ... He just woke up last night and wandered into our bedroom (not so odd) with a fever and threw up (odd, as he's a very healthy boy ... he's only thrown up maybe twice in his post infant life, and the first time was due to stress from an arguement my wife and I were having ... we have, of course, since then stopped arguing in front of him). While that may sound unrelated, I was having dreams of these things at the time when I was so rudely awakened by his actions. It's not coincidental to me at this stage at all ... but there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. It's frustrating and it's frightening. You feel helpless ... but there is nothing you can do but hope for the best.

This post went on for a lot longer than I intended, and I apologize, but these flippant responses of some assertion that you will blow a hole in them and then take a picture for ultimate proof simply sickens me. There is absolutely zero chance of that happening.

This isn't some kind of club you can join and be important and popular with ... They could care less, it seems, about you personally, and really hammer that home with their treatment of you. People tend to think you're a bit nutty when you talk about it, so naturally, you don't ... hell, you feel nutty even typing about it on a website like this, because every asshat and his uncle demands some kind of proof, where your word is all you have, which is never good enough. It's more like the club you really don't want membership in, unless phobias about the night, paranoia, reoccuring nightmares, insomnia and ulcers sound glamorous to you.

So what would you do if a Grey peaked in your window? The honest answer is, what ever it really wanted you to do ... but of course, if you remember seeing it, you already have.

Well, the fact they don't seem to care at all about is might just be why we all want to blow them to Hades. I've never been abducted, but let me tell you this. If I were abducted by greys, I would do anything to get a chance to kill those disgusting creatures. I'm pretty sure most people here feel the same way, and to say we'd want to blow them away is just a way of expressing that feeling. I doubt anybody here meant any offense (at least not to any humans).

My sympathies with you. Nobody deserves to experience being abducted.

What I can say is this...If I were an alien being, far superior to the people I am visiting...I would have definitely studied them, to know what I was going up against, & I would definitely be ready for whatever they think they can do to me. And if I were a bad, or maybe just ver playful alien, I'd torment them mentally & emotionally in ways their own, inferior imagination can conceive.

Exactly. Whic is why I hate them vehemetly, because they actually think they have the right to do something like that. Which is why I feel they deserve nothing but death. Divine punishment. A one-wayticket to Hades. Arrogance is a killing, you know.

Well, I'll keep it short and sweet. What would I do? Probably Pee myself.....or at least try to scream and hide under my covers :O

easy scream like an 11 year old on helium, then run grab my shot gun. i forget who said this but he/she was a genius, they cant says its cgi if i plop a dead one on the table

I've heard there are different "levels" of greys - and I'm not going to lie and say I've never seen a variation of the classic grey - I have, and both times I was stuck in a tracelike episode.

I couldn't move the first time, but I was also outdoors sitting in a locked car, and the second - the being was in my house and I was sitting up in full attention ready to defend myself if it took a step forward or made any motions whatsoever.

Fortunately, they didn't either time. They just stared at me while I stared back at them.

Just thinking about this makes me a little uneasy, mainly because I would have prefered to meet them via RSVP instead of a sudden "hey, decided to drop by" kind of event. It's creepy and bad form, in my opinion.

However, if it was one of the more enlightened grays i.e. "a little further up the heiarchy" and prone to civil communications, I'd be more than happy to oblidge them in telepathic discourse as long as they honored my requests not to appear before me - because darn it, they just chill me to the core of my being for some reason and I'd hate to go primal ape-dooky on something sentient because of a misinterpreted visual cue.

And if he knocked on my window, I'd wonder how the heck he got up to a second story apartment!

Sorry for the levity, but I'm home alone and getting really creeped out right now.

*shudders*