reply to post by Amandla
I have one question about your story - was this "man" from your
childhood memory (looked like Roswell alien) the same who you
saw behind the window later, the evil one? I ask because you
called both "him", but their description is different. Also I had an
impression, that the being from childhood memory was rather
postive than negative?
You are correct.
The Doctor was taller, heavier, and looked very much like the being depicted in the Roswell footage, though it is well known that was a hoax, the
similarities in their appearances left me speechless. The first time I saw the stills, before the "movie" came out, I remember excitedly showing my
husband, "This was SO close to what he looked like! This is what the Doctor looked like!"
I was so excited, because in all my searching, it was the closest thing EVER that I had seen that even came close. He was older, though. More mature
looking, bigger in size and frame, but ohhhh so close. The Doctor's skin was almost translucent white, and he had a white coat of a type that doctors
wear, with long sleeves. His head was hairless. I felt comfort, love, devotion, some fear - but not scared, more a fear of the respect type. I also
felt a sense of awe.
The other him, outside my sons window, he was small. 4 feet tall if that. His head was wide at the temples, then very narrow through the cheeks. His
eyes were not "gray alien like" large, but they were bigger than what would be normal for someone of that size and stature. His eyes were black and
soulless, much like you hear descriptions of sharks eyes. Just.. cold.
His hair was white, short, and stood up from his scalp in what would be called a "spike" haircut. It looked wild, though, not combed or taken care
His smile was wide and freakish, very evil, chilling to the bone. This him had a bluish cast, but like I said, things at night have that color, but
the distinct impression was his skin was also white.
At night though things are mostly shades of black, white, and hues of blue in moonlight. My glimpse of him was brief before I slammed the curtain
closed, but I will never forget the sense of fear, disgust, and repulsion that washed over me in that brief contact.