Submitted by: Don Anderson
A true story
The warm June night air gently blew through the open basement window, parting the curtains ever so slightly as it made its way through the room. The curtains brushed next to the side of the television as I lay in bed watching, fascinated with another show of “Ancient Mysteries” with Leonard Nimoy as he sought to explain different hypothesis of the Nazca lines in Peru.
I had been fascinated with many shows like this. Radio programs, talk shows, books, anything that would direct my attention towards the occult or paranormal would immediately stop me in my tracks and hold me spellbound as I intently hung on to every last word. Tonight was no exception. I had stayed up till midnight just to catch this show in spite of having to get up at 6 AM so I could hit my first class at school. All this fascination with my odd, eclectic tastes in spite of my religious upbringing and firm conviction in my faith. Still, I could not deny my absolute fascination with the subject of the supernatural. It pulled at me irresistibly and many times I could not help myself from scouring the tv guide in search of another show I could record on my VCR or watch on tv. I was obsessed, and looking back at it in retrospect it reminded me, more than a little, of the character Richard Dreyfuss played in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”.
I searched the channels one last time after the show had ended, hoping perhaps to find something else that would peak my interest. But in 1984 in a small country town in Utah there was not much else on save infomercials or static. So I resigned myself to shutting the television off, and with a thoughtful sigh I clicked the off button on the remote control and set it down next to the lamp, watching as the tube slowly faded to black. I had a test the next morning and I really should be getting some sleep I argued with myself as the curiosity of the Nazca lines drifted through my head.
Before shutting of the lamp I glanced over at my five year old son who was sharing the same room with me. Sprawled out on the mattress on the floor, one leg hanging from underneath the covers, I watched him for a moment, wondering if I should get out of my bed and pull the covers over him. I resisted the call and turned out the light, pulling the covers over me and closing my eyes as I puffed the pillow up under my head. Gradually I fell asleep, the sound of the crickets outside the window and the occasional toss and turn of my sleeping son growing fainter and fainter as I drifted off.
Quite suddenly I sprang to an upright position in my bed. From a deep sleep to wide awake instantaneously. I was not groggy in the least little bit. I was a little confused at why I would quite suddenly wake up. Perhaps I was late for school. I glanced at the clock next to the bed and noticed the time... 1 AM in the morning. Then I was aware I was not alone in the room. Directly in front of me, suspended in the air just below the ceiling, there was a slender grey being, perhaps three feet tall, his long skinny legs dangling in the air, one arm next to his side and the other extended out and pointing at my son, finger extended, who was now playing with a toy truck at the head of his bed, methodically pushing it back and forth. I got the impression he was trying hard to ignore this intruder who was hovering in the air. I returned my gaze back to this small slender being and as our eyes met, his large black eyes that were way to large for his head, (in spite of his extremely large head), I instantly understood what he was doing.
“Let me go with you. If I go with you he will not be frightened. He just needs to know I am close by.” I said matter of factly.
I knew this being. I had the feeling I had met him many times. He was like an old friend who had just come back to visit. Now he was taking my son, following the genetic code, so to speak. But he was also my teacher and acted like a guardian to me the many times I had been taken in my life.(This I did not realize till much later in life after some intense hypnotherapy sessions). And with that we both stood up and holding hands followed this strange grey being into a bright blue beam of light that shone through the cement basement wall.
I watched this being as it drifted through the cement wall through the basement ceiling with ease, and we trailed close behind, amazed at how easily we passed through as well. Once outside I was taken back by how deathly quite it was. No crickets chirping, no wind blowing, no dogs barking. It was like being in a morgue or something. I followed the light towards the bottom of a huge saucer shaped ship which was silently hovering in an empty field directly across the street in front of the house. Perhaps forty or fifty feet wide and maybe fifty or sixty feet above the ground. It struck me as very odd that no one was noticing the ship or bright lights it was emitting. How could no one see this? I thought to myself as I passed through the electrical lines on the way to the ship. I remember the tingle I felt as we floated through the lines and how weird it was I did not get electrocuted. I stared at the house next door and noticed the lights strobing off the roof. First red, and then blue, flashing much the same way a police car lights would flash, I thought to myself. Isn’t this waking any one up? How could you sleep the way these lights are flashing through the windows? There are not even any dogs barking.
The next thing I remember I was walking on the ship with a very attractive lady. She was rather tall, perhaps 6 feet (I am 5'6) long blonde shoulder length hair with bright blue eyes. She was wearing what looked like a jump suit of some sort that appeared almost camouflage with brown and orange coloring. She didn’t talk, but communicated with me telepathically.
As we walked we communicated with each other almost like we were old friends. The walkway we took was covered with some sort of rubber like matting that cushioned our steps and was slightly sticky. It appeared we were walking around the inside of some sort of spacecraft, perhaps the outer edge, as we were taking a circular path somewhere. The ceiling and walls appeared to be a shiny metallic metal of some sort. Almost like polished silver. I paid little attention to these details as we continued walking and communicating to each other.
We came to a stop and to the left of us an arched doorway appeared and emptied into a room with many of the same characteristics. A shiny silver glean of metal, empty with the exception of a single column perhaps a foot in diameter running vertically through the center of the room. Instead of the strange rubber like matting material on the floor though, there was some type of metal grating surrounding this column. A device much like a shower massage was hanging from the column. It too looked like it was made of a polished metal of some sort with a coiled cord attaching it to the column.
I watched momentarily as my son showed up, with another young boy roughly the same age and height, as they both struggled for possession of the shower massage unit. When one of them grabbed it they would place it over their heads as if taking a shower. A blue pulse of what looked like electricity would then surge over their body sending streams of this energy over them and down into the grating on the floor underneath them. Then the other one would hurriedly grab it and perform the same trick while the other would watch and break out in laughter. I watched for a few moments before I was motioned on by this lady in the jump suit. I did not have a clue what they were doing. How could I? And for whatever reason I did not ask. It did not seem to concern me too much. As we continued our walk I remember asking her about a health concern I had been experiencing.
“Can you cure my stomach problems”. I asked her in the most sincere manner I could.
To my surprise I could here her laughter echoing throughout my head. I was hurt. I was really thinking she could help me with this problem that had been bothering me so badly as of late. She must have realized I was not reacting well because she stopped, lifted my chin up and looked me in the eyes.
“You will be ok”, she responded.
Of course I will, I thought to myself. What a foolish question to ask! I forgot all about it and continued with our walk.
Next I was shown a lady with long brown hair, slight features, about my height, but her face was blotted out.
“This woman will change your life”, a voice echoed in my head.
What this meant I still do not know. But it had a tremendous impact on my life and took me several years to deal with.
Finally, I found myself outside the craft in what appeared to be a garage of some sort. There were boxes stacked along a wall and in front of me. The garage door was at the far side of the room. Although it was dark outside, and darker inside, I could make out all the features of a two car garage. I am guessing it was from a house down the street...but in reality it could have been anywhere in the world. Standing next to me was the same being who had originally appeared to my son and I when we were awakened in the bedroom. We both stood there quietly as I wondered what was going on and what would happen next. Then there it appeared. A shadow figure moving through the garage. Something that looked a lot like a man, but without the features you would normally see in a person. I watched as it slowly moved to the end of the garage next to the garage doors and slowly moved its way to the opposite wall. When it hit the wall it made a 180 degree turn, heading to the opposite wall. Out of nowhere another voice popped into my head as the grey creature raised his arm and pointed towards the shadow figure with an out stretched finger.
“It is forbidden to walk through those!” It replied with some gusto.
I sat and watched this shadow figure for a few more minutes, like some weird carnival attraction where you shoot the ducks and if you miss they would turn and head the opposite way.
Quite suddenly I found myself, my son and his companion, and perhaps ten other people standing in the living room upstairs in the house. I could hear a low humm from the UFO through the screen door and I could see it hovering outside the house. The blue and red lights strobing off of the faces of the strangers standing in the living room. I saw an older man and woman standing on the other side of the room, the blue and red lights reflecting off their faces as the lights made their way through the large living room window. They looked cationic, completely tranced out and unaware of their surroundings or where they were. Just standing naked in the living room. It reminded me of a movie I had once seen on tv. Something from the twilight zone. I could hear some laughter from my left and as I turned around I could see my son and his friend tussling on the love seat, jabbing at each other playfully as we waited for whatever was going to happen to finally happen.
I sprang from bed with a start. What the hell had just happened? A million thoughts raced through my mind at once. It was like a near death experience! Suddenly my mind was flooded with more than a few instances where I had been taken! Some were instantly recognized...some I never knew had happened! What the hell! My heart was racing as I looked for the clock on the table. 3AM! How could God allow such a thing to happen to me? I was totally confused and startled. This had happened! I know it had! How could this be? This totally had gone against anything I had been taught or believed! It couldn’t be possible! But it was! I turned on the light and checked where my son was sleeping. There on the floor next to his head was the toy truck I had seen him playing with. The fingerprints clearly visible in the top of the truck through the thick layer of dust that had been collecting on it over the last year. I was stunned! I turned the light off and tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail. Everything that had just happened rambled through my head like a herd of elephants running across the African savannah. No way was I going to sleep now. So I just lay motionless and stunned in bed, playing everything over and over agin in my mind until my alarm went off telling me it was time to get up and go to school.
I let my son sleep as I got dressed. His grandmother would take him of him when he got up. Besides, he needed his sleep. He was a very active child and was running from the moment he got up till he went to sleep. I needed to go. I was running late and had a test to take that day.
As it were, I skipped school that day and headed straight for the library the minute it opened. Quite frankly, I was in a state of shock and had to try to figure out what had just happened. The test could wait. Right now it was the last thing on my mind. So I headed straight for the aisle where the abduction books were and grabbed everything that was on the shelf. It wasn’t much, Barney and Betty Hill, the Andreason abduction, a couple of others I could not recall the titles of, and sat down for the whole day, reading all four of them and absorbing every word before they announced the library was closing. I spent the whole day going over every page, word for word, looking for any similarities. The beings involved, cuts and scrapes, dreams, types of ships, color of lights, anything I could find. It was all so overwhelming. I had no idea were I should turn to talk about this or who I should talk to. It was so foreign to my religious mind set. God did not allow this type of thing to happen...this couldn’t be real!
On the way home I was in a type of trance state...for that matter I had been in one all day. It seemed like info flowed through me and I took it in like a giant sponge. The energy surrounding me seemed so strong, unlike anything I could ever remember feeling. It felt as if there was someone else in my head with me as I drove down the road home.
“How could this be?” I questioned myself out loud. “Is this real?”
To my surprise a voice popped of inside my head, as clear as if someone were sitting next to me, and with a tremendous amount of reassurance replied:
“Yes, Don...it is most assuredly real. We have been with you for a long time, waiting for this opportunity. Waiting for you to be ready for us.”
“How can I know this is real?” I asked.
“When you get home your son will describe the strange dream he had.” The voice replied again. “There will be other things as well.”
I drove the rest of the way home in anticipatory silence as I wondered what may happen. I purposely did not say anything to him as I saw him in the driveway. Rather I waited for him to open up as he ran to meet me in the driveway and followed me in the house.
“How was your day?” I asked him after I had had a chance to change my clothes. “Hold on for a minute while I get you some dinner.” I added.
“Daddy, let me tell you about the really weird dream I had last night.” He said, his voice barely able to contain his excitement.
“I dreamed I was being chased by bears all over the house and I could not kill them. I kept shooting them with my bb-gun...but the just kept coming and they wouldn’t die. I looked for you all over but you wouldn’t come and I was really scared. There was a whole bunch of them daddy. Finally I think I woke up or something and then they just disappeared.”
My face turned pale, I am sure and I hurried over to take a seat in the nearest chair. My hands shaking just a little as I tried to mask my astonishment.
“And something else daddy,” he added. “I got a cut on the back of my leg. Can I have a band aid to make it feel better?”
I nodded my head in approval and got up from my chair to get the band aids along with some antiseptic wipes from the drawer on the other side of the room. Any parent knows band aids and kids go together like sand belongs to a beach. They are indispensable towards each other, especially for active, sports oriented kids.
I retreated to my chair and motioned him over, unpacking one of the wipes and taking one of the band aids from the box. I carefully wiped the wound off, the blood had dried and the wound did not look serious. It was almost healed from the looks of it. And as it cleaned up a very distinctive half moon shaped crescent emerged...very precise in the pattern and design. My heart leapt into my throat as I stared at it. My hand shaking as I put the band aid over it.
“How did you get this cut?” I questioned him.
It was just exactly the same type of cut that some of these other abductees talked about in the books I had just read at the library.
“I don’t know.” He replied. “I think I must have done it climbing under a fence or something.”
This incident kept running through my head for months. No Years. I didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t talk about it to my ecclesiastical leader. All I could think about was him telling me to blow it off. Maybe he would tell me it was evil or refer me to a psychiatrist for evaluation. I could never talk to my family about it. Hell, I have never even heard of anything like this anywhere outside the books I had just read. I didn’t know this type of stuff happened to real people. Once I called Allen Hyneks office where I was hooked up with his CUFOS group. I found an out of the way place in the farthest corner of the house and silently whispered what had happened to me, hoping for some support.
“Hello, Center for UFO Studies,” a male voice on the other end answered.
“Hi.” I whispered back, nervously looking out the window and up and down the hall.
“I think I have been abducted and I am not sure what to do.” I whispered in the phone. “Can you help me?”
“You have to speak up please. We may have a bad connection. I can barely hear you.”
“I said...I think I have been abducted.” I raised my voice slightly hoping no one was home who would hear me. “I saw a ship and was taken and everything.”
“What did it look like?” He asked.
I was wondering if he thought I was a crank caller. Does anyone actually do this type of stuff? UFO abduction? Please...really! They have an agency for this? In Ohio? Why not in the western United States? All these thoughts kept running through my head, all the time wondering if he was taking me seriously. Non the less we had a half hour question and answer session. He would ask questions and I would nervously whisper the answer he may have been looking for back to him. It ended with him asking me to draw a picture of the event and sending it to an address he gave me, to which I promptly did. I never heard anything back from him again. At this point I had no clue what to do. CUFOS apparently did not take very this seriously and living in the heart of one of the most conservative areas of the country left few, if any, options. So in the end I buried it deep inside and left it there. It didn’t die, though. Every Sunday as I attended church thoughts kept popping into my head on how things just didn’t fit anymore. My head had been emptied and everything I had believed in had been turned upside down. Over the next 13 years things changed. I did not speak about the incident to anyone. One day, after 13 years of questioning my sanity, I looked around myself at the congregation I was sitting in and just asked myself what the hell I was doing there and walked out. That was the end of my organized religion days. It just didn’t compute, as one would say. I refer to this as my knock knock call. Just the neighbors knocking on the door saying we are here. Are you home?
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