Speaker 1: This is an interesting story. And we've done several lost
Speaker 1: time events in people's lives where they encounter something odd
Speaker 1: and they lose hours, sometime days of time, and this
Speaker 1: is what this is, and it's real interesting. I hope
Speaker 1: you enjoy it. I know it's a little stressful for
Speaker 1: the writer, but it's a good story. My story begins
Speaker 1: twenty years ago on a hot summer night in Georgia.
Speaker 1: My best friend Brandon and I were enjoying our summer
Speaker 1: break before eighth grade began in a few weeks. We
Speaker 1: had attended church with my uncle and his family that night,
Speaker 1: and I would love to say it was because we
Speaker 1: were young Christian youths looking for Jesus, but the truth
Speaker 1: is my buddy had a crush on my aunt's niece,
Speaker 1: who would regularly attend church with them. Guilty done that
Speaker 1: before the crush is what led to an event in
Speaker 1: my life. I still can't expect lane or seemed to
Speaker 1: get out of my mind even twenty years later. The
Speaker 1: sun had just dipped below the hills when a familiar itch,
Speaker 1: a young man Field, struck my friend and he decided
Speaker 1: that the two hours at church with my cousin just
Speaker 1: wasn't enough to scratch that itch. My family all lived
Speaker 1: close at that time, and it would only mean a
Speaker 1: short walk to the top of the hill up Green Road,
Speaker 1: so I agreed, despite being thoroughly aggravated at the prospect
Speaker 1: of sharing my friend with my cousin. We had only
Speaker 1: been on the road long enough to get thirty five
Speaker 1: feet from the house when our attention was caught by
Speaker 1: a sudden appearance of a pair of lights at the
Speaker 1: edge of my yard. There were like two brilliant spotlights
Speaker 1: shining straight down into the Georgia pines at the edge
Speaker 1: of the woodline up the hill from where we stood.
Speaker 1: There were thirty feet or so above the treetops and
Speaker 1: seemingly coming from a single point before fanning out slightly
Speaker 1: to either side. If you've ever seen the batman's spotlight,
Speaker 1: it was similar, but instead of shining up into the sky,
Speaker 1: they were shining down. The odd thing is that the
Speaker 1: lights never penetrated the tree canopy. They stopped midair, about
Speaker 1: ten feet above the tree tops, and then created circles
Speaker 1: of light like the bat symbol. It was almost like
Speaker 1: there was a sheet of dirty glass between whatever was
Speaker 1: emitting the lights and the trees. The two lights did
Speaker 1: a sort of dance around one another, very slowly at first,
Speaker 1: but they quickly sped up to a point of a blur,
Speaker 1: and then they vanished. During the light show, the area
Speaker 1: was completely silent, and nothing seemed to move or make
Speaker 1: any sound. As I think on this now, it seems
Speaker 1: even more strange because that summer we had a zucada
Speaker 1: hatch and if you've ever heard them on warm nights,
Speaker 1: you know I mean. So, just like that, the lights
Speaker 1: were gone, the sound of the night returned with a
Speaker 1: collective gas by my friend and I. The entire series
Speaker 1: of events only lasted four or five seconds. I know
Speaker 1: most people think they would flip out if something like
Speaker 1: that happened to them, but that isn't what happens at all.
Speaker 1: We just continued to walk up the hill when a
Speaker 1: thought came to me. I said, wait, man, we didn't
Speaker 1: hear anything before those lights came on. What if whatever
Speaker 1: that was is still there? I said, Well, this gave
Speaker 1: us the creep, so we turned around to head back
Speaker 1: and tell my family. To our surprise, we were locked
Speaker 1: out of the house and no one would answer the
Speaker 1: front door. So we tried the back and again there
Speaker 1: was no answer. We finally decided to try out my
Speaker 1: bedroom window and were able to get inside, but to
Speaker 1: our continued surprise, every light in the house was off
Speaker 1: and everyone was asleep. Checked the clock on the living
Speaker 1: room wall and it read ten minutes past midnight. Now
Speaker 1: I've read about this type of thing happening since then,
Speaker 1: where people are missing time. The time is just gone
Speaker 1: and that's all you're left with. While we were surprised
Speaker 1: at these events, we still never lost our composure or
Speaker 1: got excited or afraid. And we really didn't talk about
Speaker 1: it that much. I know that sounds odd, and it
Speaker 1: feels odd too, but that's what it was like. We
Speaker 1: were calm and a little confused. We even went back
Speaker 1: to my window to stand out in the night air.
Speaker 1: And then the urged pea hit me hard, and at
Speaker 1: that moment Brandon said, oh, dang, man, I got a
Speaker 1: pee too. So we did what nature allows any young
Speaker 1: man to do, and we peed on the grass out
Speaker 1: the window, and I noticed a sensation of burning. And
Speaker 1: again my buddy spoke up and he said, man, this burns.
Speaker 1: I imagine those reading or listening to this story think
Speaker 1: this might be an embellishment of sort but to me
Speaker 1: in that moment, it only solidified the event in my mind.
Speaker 1: I don't tell this story anymore because people seem to
Speaker 1: lose a little respect for me when I do, and
Speaker 1: I don't blame them for that. It's just human nature. However,
Speaker 1: I did confide these events to a friend a few
Speaker 1: years ago, and he made a suggestion that caused the
Speaker 1: thought to enter my mind that creased me out even now.
Speaker 1: He suggested that I do regressive hypnosis to uncover any
Speaker 1: potentially hidden memories from my missing time. That was when
Speaker 1: I realized that if I can't remember something that happened
Speaker 1: when I was awake and maybe I was taken, then
Speaker 1: how many times was I taken while sleeping? Then what
Speaker 1: if I'm still being taken? And if I am, do
Speaker 1: I really want to walk around knowing about it? Well,
Speaker 1: the answer for me is a big fat no. While
Speaker 1: I would like to learn more about what exacts happened
Speaker 1: to us, I've learned that being happy and being right
Speaker 1: don't always line up. That's the end, and that you
Speaker 1: know that last statement really hits a chord with me,
Speaker 1: because let's say this happens to you. There are some
Speaker 1: people who just have to know. They have to know
Speaker 1: what's happened to them, and we don't. Well, I don't
Speaker 1: think we really know with these missing time events. It
Speaker 1: could be an anomaly that's common in the human brain,
Speaker 1: or you could, I guess, you could be actually being
Speaker 1: taken by I don't know ets. Maybe maybe that's the answer.
Speaker 1: But he says that he doesn't want to know. He's
Speaker 1: happy like he is. He's not injured in any way,
Speaker 1: he doesn't it doesn't limit his life. And I'm assuming
Speaker 1: these things, but if he's happy, that's kind of a
Speaker 1: common thing to assume. But he's not. He's not dealing
Speaker 1: with any PTSD or anything like that, and he just
Speaker 1: doesn't want to know. Me. On the other hand, I
Speaker 1: think I would want to know. I've actually been through
Speaker 1: hypnosis once. I had a guy in an office building
Speaker 1: that I worked at that I worked in one time,
Speaker 1: and he was a hypnosis guy. He was a hypnotist
Speaker 1: and he would hypnotize people to help them lose weight,
Speaker 1: or to help them quit smoking, or you know. I mean,
Speaker 1: I'm sure there's a number of things that people want
Speaker 1: to be hypnotized for, and apparently it helps a lot
Speaker 1: of people. It didn't help me, I went for to
Speaker 1: try to quit smoking, and I've never quit smoking. I
Speaker 1: don't smoke but two or three cigarettes a day now.
Speaker 1: I have a couple in the morning with my coffee,
Speaker 1: but that's all I smoke. And I'll have a dip
Speaker 1: of skull a couple of times a day, but that
Speaker 1: seems to satisfy my nicotine craving. And maybe I guess
Speaker 1: maybe that hypnosis helped, but I know it took ten
Speaker 1: years after that for me to decide, you know, man,
Speaker 1: I need to cut down on smoking these cigarettes, and
Speaker 1: so I did. And so hypnosis works for some people,
Speaker 1: it doesn't for others. I know that when he was
Speaker 1: hypnotizing me, I did go to sleep, and so maybe
Speaker 1: there was something going on in my subconscious while he
Speaker 1: had me so relaxed in that chair that maybe it
Speaker 1: just didn't get through to my brain my subconscious, if
Speaker 1: that's what happens. But anyway, it's an interesting story, and
Speaker 1: these time loss stories are fascinating to me, so I
Speaker 1: thought i'd share it with you. I appreciate the writer
Speaker 1: sending it. Thank you. Okay, this looks like a dog
Speaker 1: man's story and it's it's it's pretty creepy. It's a
Speaker 1: little creepy. It's kind of short. Let's see what the
Speaker 1: writer says. It was a summer between my seventh and
Speaker 1: eighth grade years. It was in the middle of the
Speaker 1: nineteen nineties in South Carolina. I was spending all my
Speaker 1: time at a friend's house in the country near a
Speaker 1: pipeline that was being restored. We had lots of Shenanigans
Speaker 1: to keep us busy. We would run wild all day
Speaker 1: and camp in his front yard at night with his dog, Apache,
Speaker 1: which he claimed to be a wolf hybrid. I just
Speaker 1: thought Apache was a Nakita mix that resembled a wolf,
Speaker 1: wasn't really a wolf. There was a night or two
Speaker 1: we let a patche off the chain to run off
Speaker 1: the wild dogs that would occasionally come through here. That
Speaker 1: was a sight to see. And some of the dogs
Speaker 1: Apache fought off were much larger, but he went after
Speaker 1: them anyway. This dog wasn't afraid of anything. This will
Speaker 1: have a bearing on the story. In a minute, we
Speaker 1: were sitting by a fire we had just built with
Speaker 1: a patchee and talking about nothing like junior high school
Speaker 1: boys do, and we noticed a patche moved behind us.
Speaker 1: He was whimpering and his tail was tucked. We were
Speaker 1: confused and started looking around to see why Apache would
Speaker 1: act so strange. Then, on the road up the hill,
Speaker 1: I saw the biggest white dog I have ever seen.
Speaker 1: I told my friend to look at that dog, and
Speaker 1: he saw it and he said, that ain't no dog.
Speaker 1: We started shushing each other because fear was sitting in.
Speaker 1: The creature was one hundred yards away on a paved road,
Speaker 1: standing on four legs, and our great decision making process
Speaker 1: of youth, we thought it would go away, and we
Speaker 1: sat motionless, waiting and watching. But it didn't go away. Instead,
Speaker 1: it began to stroll toward us in a casual manner.
Speaker 1: Apache still wanted no part of this. He had moved
Speaker 1: to the edge of his chain, trying to get back
Speaker 1: to the house. The dog's nervous behavior only fed my fear,
Speaker 1: and I wanted to run, but where was I going
Speaker 1: to go? Stay still, my friend said, I think it'll
Speaker 1: walk on past down the road. Just stay still. In reality,
Speaker 1: it took the creature a minute to close half the distance,
Speaker 1: but it felt like an hour. Now it was at
Speaker 1: the driveway, and that's where it stopped and stood up
Speaker 1: on its high legs and then continued toward us. That
Speaker 1: was all it took for us to break our strategy
Speaker 1: of sitting still. We were closer to the house than
Speaker 1: the creature was to us, and it was now or never,
Speaker 1: so we unhooked a patche and ran like lightning to
Speaker 1: the front porch while my buddy fumbled with the doorknob.
Speaker 1: I took a second look back. I expected the creature
Speaker 1: to be pursuing us, but it wasn't. It had stopped
Speaker 1: where we had been sitting before. Its six foot tall
Speaker 1: frame was illuminated by the orange glow from the fire.
Speaker 1: Get that door open, I screamed, and I heard it
Speaker 1: fly open, and we fought each other and the dog
Speaker 1: to get inside. Then we slammed the door behind us.
Speaker 1: Apache ran to a back room immediately, brave old Apache.
Speaker 1: A sofa was promptly shoved in front of the door,
Speaker 1: and we quickly went to the window to see if
Speaker 1: this thing had come closer. But there was nothing there.
Speaker 1: Apparently lee it had left, only the flickering flames of
Speaker 1: a dying campfire. I stayed there that night because I
Speaker 1: wasn't leaving that house before daylight, and we didn't sleep
Speaker 1: at all. I didn't stay at my friends again until
Speaker 1: after he moved from that place, and every so often
Speaker 1: we talk about that night. He swears it was a werewolf.
Speaker 1: But all I know is that I saw a huge
Speaker 1: dog that started walking on its hind legs. Dogs aren't
Speaker 1: supposed to do that. Yep, that was a dog man's story.
Speaker 1: And can you imagine seeing a giant white dog walk
Speaker 1: into your yard and then eventually stand up on its
Speaker 1: hind legs and start walking to you? What would you do?
Speaker 1: I think I'd be so paralyzed. I might just sit
Speaker 1: there and just watch it till it got right up
Speaker 1: on me. I don't know. I don't know what I
Speaker 1: would do, but that's pretty speaky. I really appreciate this
Speaker 1: story from the writer. You did a good job right
Speaker 1: in it, and I enjoy reading it, and I hope
Speaker 1: the audience liked it too. Thanks. Hey, this is a
Speaker 1: bigfoot story. I'm pretty sure I haven't read all the
Speaker 1: way through it, but it looked to know it's not
Speaker 1: a bigfoot story, but that's okay. It's a really good story.
Speaker 1: And if you guys hear a saw in the background,
Speaker 1: that's my old lady out there doing some carpentry work.
Speaker 1: She wanted some macaroni and cheese tonight. That's kind of
Speaker 1: a luxury for her, and I told her, I said, well,
Speaker 1: if you're going to get macaroni and cheese, you're going
Speaker 1: to have to do that finished carpentry work inside the house.
Speaker 1: And so she's busy doing that. But let's get to
Speaker 1: this story. This occurred in two thousand and five and
Speaker 1: tuck Willa, Washington, in the mid spring, at three point
Speaker 1: thirty pm in the afternoon. I'd like to share the
Speaker 1: story with you, which to this day still makes me
Speaker 1: shrink on the inside, wanting to become very small. It
Speaker 1: only lasted a couple of minutes, but this short event
Speaker 1: filled me with the heavy, dark feeling of the ultimate
Speaker 1: of my existence. I've only shared this with a handful
Speaker 1: of people, and even then they give me the look
Speaker 1: of oh whatever, with a sideways grin. And this is
Speaker 1: a familiar reaction to my story. I'm sixty years old
Speaker 1: now and beginning to understand that if I don't share
Speaker 1: my experiences, someday they will go to the grave with
Speaker 1: me and then no one will have heard them. At
Speaker 1: this time in my life, ridicule is no longer a concern.
Speaker 1: So you can believe my story or not. My story
Speaker 1: starts with me walking to work to begin my night
Speaker 1: shift at a manufacturing company. My shift was from six
Speaker 1: pm to six am. I lived four blocks from work,
Speaker 1: therefore I always walked. I would leave home at five
Speaker 1: pm and take my time and enjoy the walk. The
Speaker 1: walking path I followed ran along the Green River. I
Speaker 1: was starting at the head of the path with a
Speaker 1: slight downward incline. It was a beautiful, warm, clear spring
Speaker 1: day with no wind, and as I was looking ahead,
Speaker 1: something dark caught my attention from my right and slightly
Speaker 1: high above the tree line, towards the mall, which was
Speaker 1: two blocks in that direction. I turned my head slightly
Speaker 1: to see I saw the right profile of it. This
Speaker 1: creature was black and appeared to be humanoid. It had
Speaker 1: black wings and legs. It was in the position of
Speaker 1: a bird that is about to reach down and grab
Speaker 1: its prey. I turned my attention forward and I was
Speaker 1: hit with a feeling of fear. I felt dread, as
Speaker 1: if I were a field mouse in an open area.
Speaker 1: My mind was telling me that it was a blackbird
Speaker 1: swooping down, but then another part was saying, what the
Speaker 1: hell is this thing? I turned my head to the
Speaker 1: right again to look, and there it was, in the
Speaker 1: same spot. It hadn't moved. It looked like a bird,
Speaker 1: but with legs and arms held slightly out from its body,
Speaker 1: with what looked like a head like a bird at all.
Speaker 1: Its wings were held back in the lily. Its wings
Speaker 1: were held back in the position of a bird of prey,
Speaker 1: and then it was swooping down. My mind was trying
Speaker 1: to take it all in, and warning signals were going
Speaker 1: off crazily in my mind, telling me to move slowly,
Speaker 1: in quietly. And at the same time I was beginning
Speaker 1: to realize that this thing was hovering in the direction
Speaker 1: of the shopping mall and a little bit above it. However,
Speaker 1: that was two blocks away. Well, how could I see
Speaker 1: any of this detail? It is so far away that
Speaker 1: I should only be able to see a black spot.
Speaker 1: But finally I understood that this thing was large. I
Speaker 1: shifted my gaze forward to determine how much farther until
Speaker 1: I was down this incline and out of sight, and
Speaker 1: it was fifty feet away. I looked again to see,
Speaker 1: and of course it was still in the same position
Speaker 1: and giving me that feeling of pure dread. No desire
Speaker 1: to stop and look. All I cared about was getting
Speaker 1: to work after a third look, I just focused on
Speaker 1: getting to the location of not being seen or seeing it.
Speaker 1: I made it to work early and was still feeling scared.
Speaker 1: Later in the shift, I shared my experience with a
Speaker 1: coworker and I received laughter. I shut up after that,
Speaker 1: and I didn't talk about this for many years. And
Speaker 1: over the years I've tried to grasp what I had seen.
Speaker 1: I honestly don't know. Maybe I don't need to know yet,
Speaker 1: even to this very day, when I think about this,
Speaker 1: the feeling of fear is still present. This writer has
Speaker 1: a second experience, and here is that one. There was
Speaker 1: a short incident that happened four months later. It was
Speaker 1: the first part of July and it was one pm
Speaker 1: in the afternoon. I was walking in the parking lot
Speaker 1: of the same shopping mall as my previous experience. I
Speaker 1: was halfway across the large parking lot. I had my
Speaker 1: headphones on and I was listening to music. Suddenly I
Speaker 1: had the feeling that something was flying above me, now
Speaker 1: duck down. And at the same time I saw a
Speaker 1: shadow pass and it was shaped like a large bird.
Speaker 1: I could see that it was a shadow of a
Speaker 1: wing that measured end to end at least twenty feet,
Speaker 1: but that was a poor guess at best. I immediately
Speaker 1: stopped and I looked up. There was nothing in the
Speaker 1: sky except for a few high, white, thin clouds. I
Speaker 1: looked to see if it was a plane, and there
Speaker 1: was none. I did a complete three sixty looking up
Speaker 1: and I still saw nothing. I raced to the entrance
Speaker 1: and once again having that feeling of being a field
Speaker 1: mouse out in the open. I don't know what I
Speaker 1: saw on those two occasions, but I think they may
Speaker 1: have been related. Whatever it was, it gave me the
Speaker 1: feeling of being prey, like I was hunted. Well, that
Speaker 1: about covers the subject, and you can tell make it
Speaker 1: for what it's worth. Thank you for your time and
Speaker 1: for allowing me to share my experiences. One final thought
Speaker 1: is that I've noticed that people who have had strange
Speaker 1: encounters seem to be able to check a few boxes
Speaker 1: off in the crypto or paranormal or even UFO categories.
Speaker 1: I know that I can check a few of those
Speaker 1: boxes myself, and all are in the category of I
Speaker 1: just don't know what I saw. Oh, very good story,
Speaker 1: I mean this guy is like plagued with this huge
Speaker 1: black winged creature. Maybe it's the moth Man. See, I
Speaker 1: don't know much about the moth Man. I've see pictures
Speaker 1: of it and I see I think there was a movie.
Speaker 1: Richard Geared di in a movie about it. I've seen
Speaker 1: advertisements on social media of Mothman festivals. I've never really
Speaker 1: looked into the Mothman thing, but that this could be
Speaker 1: kind of a Mothman thing. I'm guessing. I mean, what
Speaker 1: do I know. I have no idea. I just recite
Speaker 1: these stories, but it kind of sounds like it. Or
Speaker 1: it could be a terrordoctyl. You never know. Terrordoctyls, God
Speaker 1: guess could exist, and I know there's people out there
Speaker 1: who think they do, and they might be right. You
Speaker 1: never know. Thank you to the writer for the story.
Speaker 1: It was really really interesting. My friend and I spent
Speaker 1: a weekend camping at Rock Lake in Algonquin Park one
Speaker 1: summer about five years ago. I had no idea what
Speaker 1: was about to happen. If I had, I know, I
Speaker 1: wouldn't have even gone there in the first place. We
Speaker 1: were fooling around using my green laser pointer to point
Speaker 1: out a ton of objects that we observed moving about
Speaker 1: and at flashing lights in the sky. It appeared that
Speaker 1: these lights were communicating with each other. After this amazing experience,
Speaker 1: we hit the tent to sleep. It had two rooms
Speaker 1: with the front screen porch keep the bugs out. We
Speaker 1: settled in for the night and put the fire out,
Speaker 1: and we went to sleep. I woke to the zippers
Speaker 1: on my tent having been opened. I didn't know what
Speaker 1: time it was, but it was still pitch black outside.
Speaker 1: With my eyes closed, I was thinking that it was
Speaker 1: probably my friend next to me, who may have woken
Speaker 1: to relieve himself. I enjoy drinking, probably a little too much,
Speaker 1: and we had quite a buzz on. I thought it
Speaker 1: was him staggering over the wrong side of the tent,
Speaker 1: and I heard a long zip and then another long zip.
Speaker 1: My friend knows that I like to unzip each end
Speaker 1: of the center and not completely to one side. I
Speaker 1: could tell from the sound that it was being unzipped.
Speaker 1: How I would prefer it not be unzipped. Oh well,
Speaker 1: he was drunk, so I didn't expect anything else from him.
Speaker 1: I said, hey, Brad, wrong side bro. As I heard
Speaker 1: the zipping of the tent door opening repeated, but this
Speaker 1: time louder. Hey, Brad, I said, but there was no response,
Speaker 1: and I opened my eyes. There was the most terrified sight,
Speaker 1: beyond what I could have even imagined. A creature was
Speaker 1: crouched down looking in my tent. I thought it was
Speaker 1: a human at first, but it was staring at my
Speaker 1: face with huge, glowing green eyes. Naturally, I freaked out
Speaker 1: and slapped the tent floor and ground as hard as
Speaker 1: I could, like a bullet. This creature took off into
Speaker 1: the darkness, with branches and things breaking as it thankfully
Speaker 1: ran off. I have camped solo since then, but not
Speaker 1: at that place. I can't honestly say what it was,
Speaker 1: but I have never heard of an animal opening a
Speaker 1: zipper of a tent. Now, I tell you what I
Speaker 1: was terrified. Until you encounter something like this, you have
Speaker 1: no idea how you react. One thing I do know
Speaker 1: is that most people would get out of there as
Speaker 1: soon as physically possible, and that's what we did. It
Speaker 1: took a little effort to get Brad up and going,
Speaker 1: but he sobered up quickly, and by the look on
Speaker 1: my face and the tone of my voice, he had
Speaker 1: no clue what had just happened, but as I gained
Speaker 1: my composure, I explained it all to him. I'm not
Speaker 1: sure if Brad ever believed me. I know for damn
Speaker 1: sure what I saw and this thing was real. Whether
Speaker 1: he believed me or not, I really don't care. Over
Speaker 1: the years, thinking about what this thing could have been,
Speaker 1: I narrowed it down to the crypto zoology category or
Speaker 1: the eufology category. It was either an alien or an
Speaker 1: et entity, or an adolescent soisquatch. My conclusion is that
Speaker 1: whatever it was, it was curious in only looking at me.
Speaker 1: It did not harm me, but sure startle the crap
Speaker 1: out of me. And that's the end of the story.
Speaker 1: Well that's interesting. I mean, you look out the end
Speaker 1: of your tent, there's these two green eyes looking at you.
Speaker 1: That would freak me out too. But that's a real
Speaker 1: interesting story. Thanks to the writer for sending it. I
Speaker 1: would like to preface my story by saying I have
Speaker 1: never taking psychedelic drugs, and nor have I ever been
Speaker 1: a drinker. I was completely sober when this happened. Just
Speaker 1: before daybreak on a warm summer morning, I was driving
Speaker 1: south on I twenty six from Ashville, North Carolina. I
Speaker 1: had just dropped my husband off at work and was
Speaker 1: heading home to Hendersonville. The morning light was still low
Speaker 1: and it was a bit foggy, so I was driving
Speaker 1: cautiously in the right lane. As I was passing the
Speaker 1: Ashville Airport exit, I saw a large, bright light high
Speaker 1: in the sky coming down vertically directly in front of me.
Speaker 1: I remember thinking that airplane is off course and headed
Speaker 1: in the wrong direction. It looks like it's trying to
Speaker 1: make a landing on the Interstate. I pulled over next
Speaker 1: to the guardrail and turned my radio volume down low.
Speaker 1: As the light came closer, it stopped and hovered just
Speaker 1: above the interstate, about one hundred and fifty yards away
Speaker 1: from me. Then the craft slowly made a sharp right
Speaker 1: pe turn and moved to the east of me to
Speaker 1: hover about one hundred and fifty feet above the dairy
Speaker 1: farm below. This property is now the golf course at
Speaker 1: the Ashville Airport. The craft was only about fifty yards
Speaker 1: from the guardrail now and where I sat in my car,
Speaker 1: I was mesmerized. I rolled down my window and turned
Speaker 1: off my car. I could hear the noise of the
Speaker 1: spacecraft pulsing and whirrying. It did not look or sound
Speaker 1: like anything like the airplanes I had seen and heard
Speaker 1: flying at the Ashville Airport over the years. The craft
Speaker 1: was flat on the bottom and domed an upside down
Speaker 1: saucer shape. The craft was huge, at least the length
Speaker 1: of a football field, and as it pulled alongside me
Speaker 1: on my right, the bright light on the front of
Speaker 1: the craft was behind my view inside the car as
Speaker 1: it illuminated the pasture and the trees beneath the craft.
Speaker 1: I could also see that there were three smaller lights
Speaker 1: on the side of the craft that I was now facing,
Speaker 1: a red light flanked by two small blue lights located
Speaker 1: at the bottom of the disk. I could also see
Speaker 1: faint lights of the Ashville Airport runway in the background.
Speaker 1: I remember thinking it must be some type of top
Speaker 1: secret aircraft being tested by the Air Force. I got
Speaker 1: out of the car and I walked around to the
Speaker 1: back of my Camaro over to the guardrail. I stood
Speaker 1: there for some time, just staring at it and trying
Speaker 1: to rationalize what I was seeing. Why had the airport
Speaker 1: controlled not called the highway patrol, I thought to myself,
Speaker 1: Why is no one stopping, Why is there no response
Speaker 1: from police or emergency agencies. All of these questions ran
Speaker 1: through my mind as I stood there for several minutes,
Speaker 1: staring at the craft and waiting to see what it
Speaker 1: would do next. I felt like I was in some
Speaker 1: kind of a trance or hypnotic state. That was the
Speaker 1: last thing I remember until forty five minutes later, when
Speaker 1: I found myself sitting in my car with both windows
Speaker 1: rolled up. The radio was blaring and the car was running.
Speaker 1: The heat was on high, and I was drenched in sweat.
Speaker 1: By then, it was full daylight and cars were zooming
Speaker 1: past me. I was dazed and confused as I drove home,
Speaker 1: emotionally shaken, crying, and generally terrified. I was also in
Speaker 1: intense pain, so I went to bed immediately and I
Speaker 1: slept for several hours due to the stress and the
Speaker 1: pain in my lower abdomen was excruciating. I never said
Speaker 1: anything to my husband or anyone else for that manner
Speaker 1: for many years until now. About a month later after
Speaker 1: this incident, I had a very painful miscarriage. Oh. I
Speaker 1: don't know what happened during these forty five minutes of
Speaker 1: lost time, but I believe I was taken on board
Speaker 1: and I was impregnated. I will never know for sure.
Speaker 1: I did not see or come in contact with any
Speaker 1: creatures that I know of, because I don't have any
Speaker 1: memory of the forty five minutes. But this I do know.
Speaker 1: Whatever happened to me was against my will and it
Speaker 1: was very painful. It has taken me many years to
Speaker 1: get my head wrapped around what actually happened to me.
Speaker 1: It has not been until the advent of the Internet
Speaker 1: and YouTube that I have come to understand there are
Speaker 1: others who have had worse experiences with abductions. Can I
Speaker 1: prove that I was abducted, No, but I do know this.
Speaker 1: If this was an alien craft, the creatures inside it
Speaker 1: were malevolent and very dangerous. I believe they are demonic
Speaker 1: in nature, and for anyone to think that aliens are
Speaker 1: here to help us is a naive. There are created
Speaker 1: beings in this world that mean to harm us. Perhaps
Speaker 1: they are the type of nephelum spoken of in the Bible.
Speaker 1: Whether your listeners believe my story is irrelevant to me.
Speaker 1: I don't have a dog in this hunt. I just
Speaker 1: want to share this with others and let them know
Speaker 1: if they have had a similar experience, they are not alone.
Speaker 1: Just be aware that these beings are not like et
Speaker 1: Is portrayed in the film. They are evil, and if
Speaker 1: you have any contact with them, plead the blood of
Speaker 1: Jesus and command them to leave.