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Strange Things and Strange Beings There were some strange and odd things that happened in our house in Oregon. This was around 1951, but what happened that long ago night made me very afraid for a long time. You might think that this was all just a bad dream, or some wild imagination from a very young child – but my two sisters were witnesses to what happened on at least one occasion. I ask no one to believe any of this - I am not sure I that would believe anyone else telling me this same story as their true life experience. So, I am relating to you an experience - I have no explanations, no theories and certainly no answers. I was very young, so what I saw was seen through the eyes of a young child and not that of an adult. Having said all of this, let me tell you what happened and let you be the judge of what it was all about. I recall going to bed one night and having an encounter with, what can only be described as, some kind of life forms. They looked human, but not exactly, since you could see light through them. On this one particular night, it got real bad. I kept calling out to my mom, waking up the whole family. My step-dad would come in and they would disappear; just fade away. But when he left the room, they would return again to "visit" me. I know that I was seeing some type of beings and they wanted to do something to me. I felt that they wanted to take me away from my home for some unknown reason. I could not hide from them, nor could I make them go away. They wore some type of coveralls, or simple uniform - as they all were dressed the same. They had some type of tool in their hands that they were trying to touch me with. There were about five of them in my room. I never understood why my older brother Gary, could sleep right through all the yelling I was doing, nor why they left him alone. These forms were in my closet and around my bed. I saw them while I was wide awake. I tried to hide from them under my blankets, but it was like I had some type of x-ray vision; I could actually see right through the blankets. The beings were dropping some sort of bubbles down from above me. Each one had some hook or sharp object in them. It was like they were doing something to me and I did not understand it at all. This must have been going on for sometime, until I finally ran into my sister's room where these beings followed me in. My sisters saw a slight glowing light behind me and then saw these beings coming into their room, right after I had entered. We were all very afraid. We think that we ran out of the bedroom and went to the front room, where we waited there for them to come out after us. Our memory goes from seeing them enter the bedroom, to remembering all of us seeing them coming out of the
bedroom, while we were all in the front room. However, the time doesn't make any
sense, because this all started around nine at night, yet several hours seemed
to have had to pass by
without us remembering anything that happened There is a major gap of time from
when we saw them enter the bedroom, until we remember hiding behind the sofa at
sunrise. Just as the dawn's light came shinning
through the windows, we saw them coming at us. They stood next to the sofa and
looked at us. There was a strange look on their faces and in their eyes, as they
looked us each over. There was something odd about their eyes, but I do not
remember what. It was around this time of my life that I used to get terrible nose bleeds all the time, for no apparent reason. I would even wake up in the morning with blood on my pillow from my nose. I used to think that the change in weather, or something did it to me, but no one ever figured out why it bled, as often as it did. I do not remember hitting it, or doing any damage to it, that I can remember. I found that my ESP levels seemed to have increased greatly, around this same time period. Then, I began to sense that "others" were visiting me at night. I would wake up and feel the presence of others near me, but fall back to sleep. I would wake up and not remember anything, except the feeling that someone had been there and that I had not been in my bed all night long. I got the sense that I had journeyed someplace during the night. I had a lot of strange dreams about places and journeys, but had trouble relating them to the real world that I woke up to in the morning. I just accepted this all as normal and did not really question any of it until almost forty years later. #
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