Oh, boy. Where do I start? I have had so many "weird" experiences as a child it's hard to keep count. Two incidents which had multiple events each
with other witnesses, I would like to one day share, but I fear the unique details of said events would ruin my anonymity.
One incident I have recalled only recently, because of a conversation with a friend; I have been wanting to discuss on ATS, but did not see at the
time a thread to post it in and did not want to start one. It involves a weird dream or possibly an actual event when I was a child, so it would fit
I wish it was a happier vibe, but sadly it is not.
First I have to explain the general idea of where I lived and the layout of the house I lived in. The area was a remote rural farm area surrounded by
forest and fields. The house had 2 floors, and on the second floor the area of the center was opened up to the first floor with a balcony which over
looked the kitchen. My room was on the 2nd floor at one end of the house, and if you looked out the door of the room to the center of the house it
would line up along the inside balcony and would lead to the opposite side of the house to a living room like set up, which aligned with a doubled
glass door with a wooden frame that opened up to an outside balcony. Half way between my room and the living room set up, to the outer wall was a
I was either 6 or 7 when the event occurred. I am not sure the time but it was definitely late night. I was just walking out the washroom, when I saw
a light on the outside balcony. Since the glass was frosted (patterned to not be purely transparent with designs) I could not see clearly out to the
outside balcony where this light was coming from. So, I looked closer and saw the shadow of a figure, I thought it was my dad. Sometimes late at night
he would go up there with a flash light and a rifle and lean on the outside balcony and would shoot coyotes or wolves or deer, or would just use the
scope and observe the wild life. I thought it was him so, I walked to the double glass doors to see him.
As I got closer I started to realize that the figure on the other side of the doors through the glass was definitely at least 7 feet tall, my dad is
only 5' 10". At this point I am about a meter or 3 feet from the double glass door. At this point it truly clicks that this is not my dad, so I turn
to run and scream. As I completely turn around and take one step and open my mouth I suddenly freeze. I can't move or anything, my mouth is hanging
open but it won't move and no sound is coming out. The light emanates out from behind me much brighter, clearly the doors had been opened and I could
hear footsteps walk up behind me. A hand grabs me by the neck or my head (I am not sure) and lifts me up. I feel the breath of this "person" on the
back of my neck. It whispered something to me, I can't remember exactly what, but it was like "it's too late" or something. Then right after that
moment it jabs something, a needle or a drill in the back of my neck up into my spin. The pain, the pain of this is what creeps me out the most
recalling this, just thinking of it, recalling it makes me want to puke. I blacked out from the pain.
I wake up the next morning thinking it a nightmare, but the pain seemed to linger in my neck and did for some time. For the longest time I thought
this was just a dream or wanted it to be just a dream, but for some reason after reading about some abduction cases on ATS and the conversation I had
with my friend, casts an unnerving doubt about it just being a dream.
I may never know if it was just a dream or not, but I would be interested in peoples opinions on its comparison to abduction cases.
edit on 4-2-2011 by halfmask because: (no reason given)