posted on Mar, 28 2012 @ 11:44 AM
Since I have joined ATS, I have found myself falling into the role of the skeptic. Personally, I like to think I have an open mind on matters, but as
the old saying goes, "Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence." However, in fairness of disclosure, I feel the need to post my own
experience that I cannot explain.
My favorite column in Scientific American is Michael Shermer’s Skeptic. I try to be a pragmatist and think rationally on subjects that on the
surface seem to defy a rationale explanation. However, on the other hand, I have had some really really weird things happen to me in my life that I
can’t explain in a satisfactory manner.
I am not going to tell you any of the stories that have happened to only me because, while I don’t think it is the case, there is always the
possibility that I am simply bat quano crazy. I might be so freaking insane that my memories are complete bunk and my mind has somehow created these
vivid memories. Obviously I don't think this is the case, but rationalization is one of humanity's greatest skills.
So no, the story I am going to tell is one where there was another eye witness.
Before we begin, let me give you a little background. The other person present was my friend Jeff. While I don’t remember exactly how old we were,
it certainly happened more than 15 years ago. Neither one of us liked to talk about this event. Especially if the other was present. I can’t really
explain it, but it seems “wrong” to discuss the event together. Even now, typing this after more than 15 years, I feel a little paranoid. It is
almost like I am experiencing the beginnings of a panic attack.
Anyway, here is the story.
One the best things about growing up in my neighborhood were all of the friends that were the same age. There wasn’t a square inch of that
neighborhood that we hadn’t explored to the depth of detail that only youth permits. One of our favorite activities was spending the night at each
others houses and then slipping out very late. We never really did anything bad. Just boys being boys.
On this particular evening, I was spending the night at Jeff’s house. Jeff and I lived in what we boys called the “new section” of the
neighborhood. When my grandmother developed the neighborhood, she created three different phases. The first phase was the “old section”, the
second was the “new section” and the third was a section that had not been developed yet.
Right in between the new section and the old section was a lake. This was a man-made lake created when a dam had been built in a deep valley. The
quickest route for us boys to travel from one section of the neighborhood to the other was by walking along a path that went down into this valley on
one side of the dam. The entire path was maybe ¼ of a mile long, at most. While fairly short, this area could be pretty spooky because fog coming off
of the lake would settle into this valley and on one side of the path was the foundation of an old pig slaughtering facility.
This evening though there was nothing really spooky about the area. We had spent most of the night in the old section of the neighborhood with
friends. At about 3 or 4 in the morning, we were headed back to Jeff’s house. When you are heading to the new section from the old section, you walk
down a nice wide road until it dead ends. When you reach the dead end, you take a sharp right next to this nice elderly couple’s house and start
descending down the path into the valley.
We made our turn and were walking about 150 feet from the large triple car garage door of this elderly couple’s house, when suddenly the very bright
light over the garage door came on and the garage door started to open.
Doing what boys do best, we ran. Immediately upon realizing the door was opening we turned 180 degrees from the door and started running into the
empty field. And this is where things turned weird.
When we were about 300 feet from the garage door, both Jeff and I fell, face first. Somehow, and I have no idea how, we were then lying in the grass
facing the garage door. We should have been facing the opposite direction when we fell, but we weren’t.
I can’t speak for Jeff, but from this point on, I will be telling you what I saw.
I am lying in the grass looking at this open garage with the large bright light illuminating the driveway, when what appeared to be about 25 to 30
“little kids” emerged from the garage. We weren’t that far away, but these kids looked blurry. They all were wearing some kind of grey jumper.
These kids were running around in the middle of the driveway very fast, jumping up and down and making little squeaking noises. For some reason, I
then and still to this day, want to call these kids German. They didn’t speak German and they were not wearing lederhosen but for some reason I want
to call them German.
These kids continued to run around, jumping and making their little squeaks for about 2 minutes then suddenly they all ran back into the garage, the
door shut and the light went out. I then remember Jeff and me standing up, looking at each other but not saying a single word. Then the next thing I
knew, we were both lying in Jeff’s bed. I have no memory of walking back to Jeff’s house. I just remember lying in the bed and going immediately
The next morning, I got up, maybe said bye to Jeff and went home. Each of us told friends about the story but for some reason could not talk about it
to each other. It was years and years before either of us would even briefly mention it if the other was present.
So, while my skeptical mind immediately wants to dismiss most of the outlandish stories that I read on ATS, there is always that small part of my mind
that reminds myself, that there are things in my life, that if I read here, would just dismiss as either fabrication or insanity.
As I stated earlier, I felt that it was only fair that if I am going to continue to play the role of skeptic, that I put my cards on the table.
Plus, maybe the hive mind of ATS can offer an explanation that will finally satisfy the pragmatic part of my brain.
Thanks for reading.