posted on Dec, 15 2012 @ 11:47 AM
I had a similar incident happen many years ago. One that, to this day has me perplexed.
I had gone out earlier in the evening and returned home around eleven. I went to bed and tossed and turned for some time. Around 1:15 I looked at my
clock, concerned I wasn't going to get much sleep that night and then things got strange.
I was looking toward the foot of my bed while laying on my back and the wall in front of me was all glass. The night was a moonless night with no
streetlights present so it was very dark. Between my bed and the glass wall was a small table with my computer on it and a medium sized cabinet. I
could make out the shapes of these two items but not the detail, being so dark and all. I could also make out a third shape, which should not have
I wasn't afraid but I was curious and I sat up in bed and reached out my hand toward the shape which looked to be the shape of a head. I touched it,
it was smooth and a bit clamy. I gently pulled my hand back and laid it out palm up in front of this being. It then laid it's left hand in mine and I
closed my fingers around it. It too was smooth and cool to the touch and a bit clamy. It had an opposible thumb and two fingers that rapped around my
I immediatly got flashes of images that ran through my mind. The first was looking down onto my cabinet from an elivated position. The second was
looking down at my dog who slept in the yard outside my _ I remember thinking to myself that I needed to take my dog with me so I bent down to
pick her up and stood back up and found that I was holding an incredible small little girl matured to the age of three or four but the size of a new
I saw a scene where I was laying on a table and what I thought was a gray comming toward me but instead of a smooth scull it had nots all over it and
round black eyes.
I was having a conversation with one of them and was trying to explain to them that they didn't have enough room for all the people they were going to
pick up in the comming devistation they had relayed to me earlier. I offered my services as a carpenter to remodle their space to fit more people.
They assured me it was fine.
The next thing I know I'm sitting right where I thought I started from, in my bed, however I was now alone and thinking this had all happened within a
few moments I turned to look at my clock and it was now 4:20 am. Three hours had passed in the blink of an eye.
I didn't have to look for any marks, a I felt it. I had a red burn mark on my right butt cheek that hurt for three days. This took place in the early
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