posted on Jan, 2 2009 @ 02:57 AM
I 'm not sure where to begin...I could start at the beginning, I guess, but it's become such a long story now that I wonder to myself "Am I just
slowly losing my mind? The best way to put it all down in one brief gasp would be that i think I've been visited/abducted since I was young and that
possibly, I've become so used to the "events" or the methods being used have gotten better...The last great scare, I will call it, was when I was
There was about two weeks of voices and covers being pulled off me at the time. It would always occur around the same time, 4:15 in the AM. The first
week were just voices, random harshy sounds. It would usually start with the word "Hey" and build from there, escalating in loudness and repetition
faster and faster, then get quiet again. By the Second week the covers would get slowly pulled away from my body at night. This got me so crazy, that
by the end of the second week I was wrapping the sheets to my ankles and wrists to keep them on me. By the end of that second week, I was fed up, told
myself it was all in my head and that night was by far the strangest experience to date.
By that point, waking up at 4:15am usually meant something was going to happen, so I could feel the sensations but I was determined to not let this
become my life... all in my head
As i was laying there, there was a vibration in the room, my body felt tingly then nothing at all. Next came two sounds of what I can only describe as
church bell sounding but deeper in bass, then came a noise like all the air was being sucked from the room... and then it was just standing there next
to my bed.
It was small like a child but it was black... like jet black. It was dark in my room but the light from a streetlamp was coming in my window so i
could see the outline of it against the darkness of my room... it was darker
I don't mean evil by saying that because I feel if it was truly evil I wouldn't be here now. It had its right arm, which was thin or small like a
child's, outstretched over me with its' right hand just an inch or so over my eyes. I could barley make out lines of fingers on the black hand but I
do think there were fingers... It never moved from this position, just enough for me to tell it was alive... I however, sure as hell tried to move!! I
could only move my eyes and it may have been out of fear but I couldn't breathe or talk or scream which I tried numerous times during this whole
thing. Then after what seemed like an eternity, there were two more gong/church bell sounds followed by an air sucking sound and it was gone... just
like a blip... gone.
I sat up, covered in sweat, breathing hard and I looked at my reflection in the mirror opposite the foot of my bed and basically tried to talk myself
down from this event. with renewed strength and courage, I convinced myself that it was all just in my head and that it was just a vivid nightmare. I
lied back down on the bed and notice that it had only been a couple of minutes later, 4:17 or so... then it came back.
The whole thing happened all over again... The noises, the air noise, the being with it's arm stretched over my eyes... after a bit, it went the way
it came... just like the first time.
I look back at it now as if they or it was telling me, "No, silly boy... it IS really happening..." I would like to note that during this second
bout, I did try my very best to move an arm or a leg or even breath or scream... this was to no avail. Only my eyes.
After this, for about a month all the hair, in a egg shaped pattern but about three times the size, fell off my left leg. Since then, all the hair has
grown back but for that whole month it itched and became very red at times. I guess it could have been anything but the pattern itself was
There have been so many other things I haven't said yet to make me think this was a possible abduction. I know alot of this sounds a bit paranormal
sounding but I've come to believe that either these things