I've been thinking of posting up exact details of the encounters that eventually led me to ATS for a while now. I've mentioned small segments in a
couple other threads, but not a lot of detail to go off of. I warn you though, this post will get kind of long. So anyways, here's my story.
It was last summer (2004) that my brother and I went to visit my father in Houston, Texas. We were to stay there for about a month or so. If memory
serves me right, it was between early June and early July that we were there. These events all happened within this time frame.
While staying at my father's house, my brother and I alternated between sleeping in the guest room bed and the fold out bed-couch in the
living room. One night when I was sleeping in the guest room I was startled awake. I had no idea why I woke up, I just did. Looking around the
room, I realized that the power had gone out. This wasn't weird to me at the time... After all, peoples' power goes out all the time. So I said
to myself, "Must be that storm" and went back to sleep.
The next morning I was putting a puzzle together and I thought about the power going out the night before, then suddenly I realized there was
storm that night. It hadn't rained at all, but for some reason I thought I had remembered there being a storm. A little strange, but I
thought it was just my imagination. Maybe it was.
A couple nights later I'm sleeping in the guest room, and again I snap awake because I have a bad feeling
, as though my subconcious
suddenly screamed out to me, "Someone's here!!!" It became instantly apparent to me that something was standing right next to my head. I can only
describe this exact moment one detail at a time, but in reality it all happened at once. As soon as I was awake the thing by my head ran across to
the other end of the room. When I saw this thing it sent chills up my entire body (I get chills just thinking about it right now). To save me and
everyone else the trouble, I'm going to keep the description real simple: It was a grey. About three to four feet tall, classic description to the
very last detail.
It took about two seconds for this grey to reach the window (I should mention the whole house is one story), all that short while making this
sound which I can only describe as what sounded like a frightened animal. Someone with the right ear might easily be able to
recreate this sound. To me it resembled a low pitch creaking door, only alive and scared. Once it got to the window it stopped, turned to look at me
as if to check whether I was pursuing it (that's when I say it's big black eyes that everyone hears about), then jumped
over my keyboard that
was on the floor, then seemed to disappear by way of going through
the window/wall. Needless to say, I didn't go back to sleep for the rest
of that night.
A few nights later I'm sleeping in the living room, I woke up and the same thing happened again, just about. A grey was standing behind
the couch (couch is sort of in the middle of the living room, so it wasn't against a wall or anything). Well, as soon as it realized I had woken it
ran, screaming yet again, then disappeared in mid-stride on the other side of the living room.
Another night everyone was going to bed. This time I was in the guest room again, but not yet asleep. I was reading, and not ten minutes
after being in there, my brother comes bursting into the room, shuts the door, then tells me that a few seconds ago there was a grey standing next to
his bed in the living room. He hadn't even had time to fall asleep yet, and while trying to get comfortable, he turned over to his left and beheld a
grey standing about 2 feet away from him. As he described it, it stared at him for an estimated 10 or so seconds, then took a step back and kind of
"blended in" with the background, then disappeared all together. That's when he ran into my room.
Right after he finished telling me what he had seen, there were tapping/scraping sounds at the window. I grabbed my pocket knife and waited for the
worst, but nothing else happened aside from what sounded like foot steps running across the roof. We fell asleep a few hours later around sunrise.
We told our father about this. He's a very religious Christian and believes firmly in his faith. When we described "aliens", he told us they were
"demons." He didn't go into much detail about it, but he said that he practices "spiritual warfare" and that they've seen things far stranger
and far worse that what we saw. After that my brother and I were kind of in a fix, as my father kind of gathered it was our fault
hadn't had any problems for a while until we came to visit. So we had to keep all of our cd's and books in the car for the remainder of our stay
since they were "inviting demons into the house."
A couple times during our visit we stayed with our grandmother. We told her about the things we'd seen. She thought it was interesting
and even told us about a ufo she and her deceased husband had seen near the mountains when they went on a trip to Utah.
A few nights later my brother and I were staying at my father's wife's mother's house (I know, a bit confusing). They have a lake out back near
their house and my brother and I were fishing out there after the sun had gone down. I got bored after not catching anything for a while and went
back up to the house. When I got there my father's wife handed me the cell phone because my father wanted to talk to me. He told me that he just
got a phone call from my grandmother who told him that earlier that morning she awoke to find (her description of a grey) something
her bed that quickly vanished. My father instructed me saying that "whatever it was that I was doing, I needed to stop it."
After the phone conversation my brother came running back into the house saying that he was on his way back up when something in the trees started
chasing after him. That was all for that night.
It was at night at 2 a.m. For some reason I remember this time specifically. My brother and I (freaked out by now) stayed up talking in
the guest room. Then there was a noise; a noise so faint that it registers in the back of your mind, but you don't realize that you're hearing it
until it's right there in your face. It was a shrill, high pitched hum that seemed to be coming from above the house. As soon as we both realized
we were hearing it, we froze. A few seconds later it was so loud we could hardly hear each others voices (you know, when saying, "What the ..... is
that?"). The noise came right up to the window. No lie, it sounded almost as if there was a jet right next to the window. We sat there frozen for
a while, then got up the nerve to go down the hall to my father's room to wake him. By the time he woke and got his pants on, the noise was
completely gone. He told us to go back to bed. Nothing else happened that night, but it was, by far, the most frightening thing to happen up until
The very next night the same thing happened again, at 2 a.m. The difference was that this time when we heard that faint pitch, it
registered right away. I don't know what we thought we were going to accomplish, but I grabbed my pocket knife and my brother grabbed the bench
press bar to my father's weights. When the noise was directly at the guest room window we couldn't take it anymore, so we quickly went into the
living room, turned on all the lights, and waited. The noise followed us, hovering right outside the living room window. There were no lights
shining in the window or anything like that, just the noise. It just stayed there, so after deciding that the risk of looking like loonies was worth
waking my father up again, we went down the hall and knocked on his door. I opened the door right after knocking; I was eager for him to hear it. He
sat up and said, "I hear it too," got his pants on and walked into the hallway with us, by which time the noise was gone once again. He went with
us outside to look around the backyard to see if we could see a craft of some sort, but there was nothing.
One thing odd that I'd like to note is that my father has a dog (a lab/australian shephard mix) that slept through the entire ordeal both
nights. She never heard a thing, never woke up, never barked; nothing. I also noticed a few other strange things during our visit, like a strange
little scab on the top of my head with no apparent cause.
Well, that's about all that happened, really. I was very glad to leave that place. Once I got back to Florida I stopped having that "being
watched" feeling that I had in Texas. I didn't have to look over my shoulder every two minutes when trying to sleep.
I also summarized some of these events on another thread here:
And mentioned some dreams of mine that could possibly
have something to do with these experiences. However, I'm sure they were just
That's all I can think of at the moment. Sorry for such a long post. Let me know what you guys think, please. Questions are welcome too. I don't
mind criticism or skepticism because I know these things actually occured, so bring it on.
[edit on 23-4-2005 by CloudlessKnight]