posted on Apr, 6 2011 @ 06:16 PM
So after reading all twelve very interesting and entertaining pages, I can't help but recall a story from my youth.
My parents have a cabin in Wisconsin off of a lake. Instead of taking cross country road trips, or trips to theme parks, this cabin was always where
we spent our summer vacations. I was about seven at the time, and the local grocery store carried this particular cereal called Honey Oh's that we
could only get in Wisconsin. I loved this cereal with a passion. So much so that on the two hour trip home I ended up eating nearly an entire box of
it while in the middle seat of our blue station wagon.
With about thirty minutes left on our ride home, I was feeling full and content, having eaten much of my box of delicious cereal treats. Then I
looked down to my right, to the foot room behind the front passenger. There's this little green man, maybe ten inches tall, grimacing at me. * At
this point, he darts underneath my seat. I scream at my mom "PULL OVER! THERE'S A LITTLE GREEN MAN BACK HERE!" She quickly pulls over and I
suddenly feel ill. Flinging the door open, I expel all my partially digested, not-so-delicious-anymore cereal treats onto the shoulder of the road.
After ensuring my safety and well being, my mom just laughs and laughs.
I'm now 29 and she still brings it up with laughter. I always assumed it was a hallucination brought upon by my body realizing it had too many Honey
Oh's and I was going to be sick. After reading this thread though, perhaps it wasn't my imagination, and the little green man thought it would be
fun to make me suffer after enjoying my cereal treats.
The night before I read this thread, I was listening to some music on my phone when my friend from Seattle calls me. I sit down on my couch and my
two cats join me. While on the phone, both of my cats' heads suddenly jerk and glare at the stairs as if they heard something. Not thinking
anything of it, as they can be weird like that sometimes, I continue with my phone conversation.
Then I start to hear some rustling of papers from upstairs as if my cats were rolling around in them, as they like to do. Except both my cats are
still right next to me. Then, I start to hear some tiny jingle bells, like some we have on a few of our cat toys. Now I really start to freak out.
Is it squirrel or chipmunk? Maybe a raccoon somehow got in the house? My mind is trying to come up with a rational explanation as I try to repress
the idea of a small goblin creature, like the one in the movie Cat's Eye. "But why would a rodent grab a cat toy," I think to myself. I get up,
grab a nearby bat, and tell my friend I have to go cause something is in my house.
As I start to quietly sneak up the stairs, I can still hear the rustling and jingling. I'm halfway up the stairs and my phone, finally recognizing
that I'm no longer on a call, starts blaring music, as I had removed the headphones to talk to my friend. Frantically, I stop the music, but it's
too late. The sounds have stopped, and as I checked the entire second floor, I knew I wouldn't find anything.
The following day, I would come across this thread. Then I read Dock9's account of sending his story into a UFO group, and another woman contacting
the same UFO group before his story was even printed, as if these gnomes were validating themselves to Dock9 or the UFO group. It makes me think
maybe the weird occurrence the night before was a "hey, you're going to think I'm some tiny little green man before you even read that
twelve page thread about little green men."
All of this being said, you may have noticed I placed an asterisk (*) in the first story. As soon as I had finished typing the sentence prior to it,
I started to hear this tiny chime or little bell. First it sounded to be in the room behind me on my left. Then it sounded as if it came from the
room behind me on my right. Obviously, nothing was there when I checked. It definitely sound like it was from within my house, and all my windows
are shut. I went and checked on my cats, and they were both upstairs in deep naps.
I simply may be going crazy.