reply to post by Mrgone
I'll blow a few mintues and try to set you straight. Such things are not all that unusual, but the forces behind them do not want to be fully exposed
if at all, such are the facts. Your documention and any photos or other "proof" you think you have will also be readily explained away, so don't
get all so fired up over it. You'll surely both also be declared as suffering from hallucinations, so get used to all that. But, this will clear up a
little bit, for those willing to listen up.
Ok, don't want to waste the time, but here it is, no need to question my sanity or perceptions, this was exactly what happened in 1959. When 10/11
years old, I went to stay with my grandpa during summer, which was kind of a routine. He hadn't been able to sleep with my grandmother since the
early 40s because, though being a most kind and gentle man, he was prone to fits of severe violence during the night. Nightmares? No, but nobody knew
what the problem was, even him perhaps, but I never got up enough courage to talk to anyone about it.
Now, first morning, I noted that the door, about 3 feet from the middle of the bed, was slightly ajar. Now, I knew my grandpa and his habits as well
as my times tables, and there is NO possibility, ZERO, that he, or any other human being, would have left that door ajar. He was a railroad maintainer
who never failed to double check a lock, close every door, make certain everything was in its place. So, what in the Hell? So, the next night I stayed
awake all night to figure this out. About midnight or so, pop, the door came open an inch. I was on the inside with grandpa's big frame between, so I
couldn't see but the top three feet or so, but the hall light came on at the same time and a fair amount of bright light was coming through it. It
could have been some other light, but it was a steady light, had to be the hall light near the top of the stairway, which had a string, not a wall
I soon discovered that as long as I was wide awake or fidgeting about, the door remained about two inches open, but the longer I remained perfectly
still, the door would quietly ease open a bit more. It wasn't easy to do this, even blinking my lids would cause it to stop, moving my legs about
would put it back to two inches. The best I could do was be perfectly still over an hour or so, and it would open up to about six or seven inches.
There was something there to see, of course, but it was below my level of vision behind my grandpa. I played this game for about ten nights, all
night, catching up on sleep during the day. I knew it could not possibly be human, but I wanted to see it and wasn't too scared since it backed away
so readily. Finally, I got up the courage to ask grandpa if I could swap places. This put my head less than four feet from the door looking directly
into the hall when opened. They were on time the next night, but now they knew I could see them, so the door never opened more than an inch, not
enough to let me see anything. But I also knew that if I was good enough at faking sleep - yeah, maybe, but if I were to actually fall asleep, that
could spell sudden death.
So, for the next few nights I continued this game, but once in a while I really did feel the desire to doze, and finally, about 3 or 4 AM, I slipped
off into dreamland. But at the same time, my concerns about the door business were working on me, and while in this half sleep I realized that the
intruder(s) were likely about to take advantage, and were perhaps even in the room, so I gathered enough wits to pop my eyes open suddenly. Well, what
do you know? There they were. There were five of them whatever they were, and they were lying atop each other totem pole fashion so that they could
all see in at once. Very peculiar. In those days, I'd never heard of aliens or gray aliens, but 20 years later after watching a TV thing about these
grays, it dawned on me that this is what they were. I thought then that they looked like freakly little men with derby hats, but these hats were
really just the bulge in their noggins, and then the big glassy, black eyeballs, pointy little chins, and very sharp, cold looking expressions, though
there wasn't enough light to see too well. But, here I am looking straight at them, and they're trying to avoid me, so I got about a 1-2 second
look, then, pop, the door shuts, not tight, but 1 inch.
Ok, I stayed an extra week, but they were gunshy now. The end of the 3rd week, I drifted off again, and again woke myself. This time the door was
still closed, but they were materializing into the room in balls of light. Now, this is a serious matter, no joke, if they got into the room, they
would physically attack my grandpa. During one night a few years later, he bloodied my nose badly while wrestling with these things. No, they aren't
space travellers, and they mean trouble.