Hello everyone. I got the notification of this new forum and since there aren't many threads in this category, I decided I would go ahead and share my experience.
I've been a member on another paranormal forum for about two years now. I've been doing a lot of reading about this phenomenon since then.
Prior to my joining the online UFO community I tried to put it out of my mind and was a big-time skeptic because that is what society demanded of me. If you are a thinking intelligent person without a mental illness, you are expected not to believe in this stuff. I failed to remember however a childhood incident I had- which has greatly trouble me since it happened. I didn't really forget it mind you, it wasn't blocked from my memory- I simply did not think about it... until one fateful day when I quit my job and was watching TV, and depressed because I couldn't find another job. As I was flipping through the channels, I came across an episode of Ancient Aliens on the History Channel. At that moment, it all started coming back to me... and I began to wonder...
I know I was eight years old when it happened. The only reason I know I was eight years old is because I told a lot of my the other kids at school about it. I told anyone who would listen to me about the monsters I saw in my living room one night.Every time I would tell the story I would start it with, "When I was eight..." This is why I am certain of how old I was when it happened... because I remember telling the story...
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One night when I was 8, I was watching TV with my parents. It was a typical evening. Every night my parents would have their nightcaps and sit in the living room and watch old sitcoms. This is a night time activity which they to this day still partake in almost 20 years later... except my mother doesn't drink anymore, she'll sip a diet cola or a diet root beer now instead.
Anyhow... it was a typical evening at home. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened that I am aware of at least. My sister was already in our shared bedroom reading a book and my parents and I were relaxing in the living room. We had a large sectional sofa. My mother was seated at one end of it, and I was lying down on my right side at the other end with my head on a pillow.
I remember lying there watching the screen, a little sleepy but not overly sleepy(I wouldn't have admitted it if anyone had asked me lol). All of a sudden, my eyes were closed. I was shocked. I'm not one of those people who can just nod off without trying to do so. Even when I was eight I was puzzled by this. I felt groggy, like I had been in deep sleep for hours, but had not gotten sufficient sleep from it.
I was eventually able to open my eyes although it was very difficult. That was when I saw the monsters standing in the living room...
There were three or four of them. I want to say four, but I could only see three because the fourth was standing behind the one closest to me. I was fairly certain he/she was there though because I saw movement...
The beings were standing kind of in a disorganized circle. The one who was standing closest to me had his back to me and was facing the wall on the other side of the living room. He was maybe 5 feet away from me. Another one was standing to his left a little out to the left. That one had his/her right arm hanging down by his/her side and the fingers were all curled up in a relaxed sort of pose. The third one was standing in the place between the gap of the first and second one I described and I could see him/her clearly. They were all looking at one another and making small gestures with their hands, turning their heads from one to the other. The impression I had was that they were having a conversation, but there were no words being spoken.
They were very tall (from my lying down perspective, I'm not sure exactly HOW tall, I just perceived them to be tall... taller than me...) and extremely thin. They were not wearing any clothing and they did not have any hair on top of their large heads. They were gray colored and their arms were disproportionately long as were their fingers. I was staring at the second one's arm and fingers in horror. I couldn't look away from that part of its body. It seriously bothered me and it was seriously scary...
I wanted more than anything in the world at that moment to scream for my mom, to leap up off the sofa and run to my parents' bedroom and wake them up, but I was unable to do ANYTHING. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move. I couldn't do ANYTHING... this realization only served to worsen the fear.
After a few minutes of panic, I calmed down. I suddenly realized that they were not paying any attention to me at all- as though they were not aware of my presence. I was immediately relieved when I realized this and I began to relax somewhat, my mind became clearer now that it was more free of the paralyzing panic I had been in. I decided they just wanted to have a little chat in my living room and they were going to finish their little chat then they were going to go away back to wherever it was that they came from and everything would be OK. I clung to this idea... until...
The one who was standing closest to me turned his head and looked over his left shoulder... his gaze fell on ME. There was NO question about it. He was looking directly at ME. The panic came back. Oh no!! Oh God!!
He turned his head back to the others, and I just knew he was telling the others I was there. I just knew it! Now though, looking back on it, I'm pretty darn sure they already knew I was there to begin with...
My mind began to race again. What were they going to do now that they had discovered me? Were they going to kill me? Were they going to take me away and I would never see my home ever again? Were they going to eat me alive??? All these irrational terrible thoughts were racing through my head.
The one who was standing closest to me turned his head around and looked over his left shoulder once again, his gaze falling on me again. He then turned his whole body counter clockwise and was facing me. I remember him starting to walk towards my paralyzed body on the sofa... and then there is a memory gap there. When I told the story to the other kids at school I said he got down on his knees on the floor in front of me... but I don't really remember that now... all I remember is seeing him start to walk towards me... then BAM. He was RIGHT IN MY FACE!!
His eyes were huge and black. His face was so close to mine all I could see was his face. I couldn't see the others anymore, I couldn't see the TV or the walls or the ceiling or anything... just his face. It filled up my field of vision completely!!
I was more terrified than I had been before times ten! OMG!!
It seemed he was staring at me forever with this intense look, like he was focusing all of his attention on me. I was naked. I was vulnerable. I was his. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I could not do anything at all. He held me helpless with his gaze and I thought I was surely going to die of fright at any moment.
I then saw something out of the corner of my left eye. Something that appeared to me as a finger. It was long, thin, the same color as his face, and rounded at the tip. It was so close to my face it was all blurry, so I'm not really 100% certain of what it was, but I perceived it at the time to be a "finger".
The finger moved from the lower left corner of my field of vision towards m nose, then it moved up towards my forehead and I was following it with my eyes in horror. The whole time this finger was moving, those eyes were still behind it staring intensely at me with an unwavering stare.
For weeks after the incident whenever I would close my eyes I would see that face and it frightened me. The image was burned into my memory and gave me horrible nightmares... and yet now when I try to remember it all I can recall are vague details. For example, I couldn't tell you what the eyes were shaped like. Others have said they are almond shaped... but I want to say his were oval shaped. I'm not really sure how accurate that is... but I know they were very big and solid black...
I felt the finger touch me in the center of my forehead. As soon as I felt that light touch it was as if someone had flipped off a light switch. My whole body turned into Jello and my eyes closed instantly at that same moment. I had the sensation of floating and I did not like it one bit. I struggled to snap myself out of this trance but I could not do it! I was fighting it with every ounce of mental strength I had and it was not enough. I couldn't resist the mind control... he was too strong...
My thoughts began to slow down and fade away. All those panic stricken thoughts of what he was going to do to me and why just sort of faded away...
I then "heard" a "voice". It wasn't really a sound though, it was in my actual mind. It was very loud and very clear. It had my entire attention focused on it. It was everything in my reality. It was everywhere in my reality. It was my ENTIRE reality...
It was a low tenor man's voice. This is why I call him a he... because of the "voice". The voice said the following, and I quote because I remember precisely word for word what he said to me:
"Everything is going to be alright. You are going to go to sleep now..." completely devoid of any type of emotion. It was like a science teacher telling you about the facts of nature. No feeling at all. Very inhuman to be sure. I began to feel confused and groggy again and felt like I was drifting away... then the voice continued, "...and when you wake up this will all seem like a dream..."
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