Speaker 1: I'm a god fearing man who doesn't believe in ghosts.
But having said that, I do believe there are things
out there that we can't fully explain. Call it paranormal
or whatever you'd like. I also believe that some people
are more sensitive to the great mysteries than others. I'm
forty three years old, and in nineteen eighty four when
this happened, I was just under six years old, living
in the state of West Virginia, as full of dreams
and mischief as any boy my age. When I was born,
my parents lived in out of the way place and
the boonies called Webb, West Virginia and Wayne County. I
was six when we made the move to a small
town called Fort Gay. The house was owned by an
old man named Frank Aliff, who also rented a large
majority of the property within Fort Gay, and as we
were moving in, we had heard rumors that that place
was haunt and that no one chose to live in
it very long, but we passed all that off as gossip.
Old man Aliff favored this particular house that we were
renting because he and the other men in town used
to hang out there and gamble and get drunk, they
would do all the kind of stuff that would be
frowned upon in an upstanding Christian community. If you've ever
lived there there's a church on every corner, then you
know how people will whisper and judge behind your back. Apparently,
one night, during a poker game, a man in a
drunken rage accused another man of cheating at cards, and
one of the men ended up with his brains being
blown out right there in the living room. The family
thought this was a piece of hope and meat to
scare people, even though later on down the road we
would come to believe that the story was true. For
several days before the move, my parents were already doing
some light work inside the place, like painting and fixing
door hinges and changing out light switches. There was a
second bedroom that my sister and I would be sharing.
Interior pain in those days gave off a powerful and
dangerous fume. While we allowed the toxic paint time to dry,
my sister slept on the couch in the living room,
and I had to crawl in bed with my parents,
which I hated with a passion. I always got too
hot or I felt pinned down in between them. By
the covers. I was always afraid of moving too much
and waking them up. My parents had been sleeping for
the better part of an hour when suddenly I had
to go to the bathroom. Well, that meant I had
to crawl over one of them to extricate myself, so
I chose my even tempered mother. I had one arm
on the bed and the other arm holding onto the
headboard post, straddling my mother with my toes searching for
the floor and trying not to wake her up. The
most god awful sense of something watching me went through
my body. Every fiber of my being was sending warning sirens.
There was someone behind me. Well, maybe it was my
sister standing there awake like I was scared to be
in a strange house and on her way to climb
into bed with the rest of us. So I slowly
turned my head and I saw something peeking around the
doorway from the partially lit hallway. This thing had the
shape of a human being, but it was completely faceless
and featureless. It was like a shadow, and it reminded
me of the clips that you would see in documentaries
about black holes. It felt as though you could stick
your arms straight through its body and enter into another dimension.
It had no eyes or facial features, and I knew
that it was looking right at me. And the fear
that was surging through my body that night was almost undescribable.
I'm sure I was facing something demonic. I believe it
was casting a different kind of terror through me, like
a spell. I wanted to scream bloody murder and wake
up my parents, but I couldn't yell, I couldn't move,
I couldn't do anything. I was paralyzed. Once the feeling
of being powerless left my body, I returned to my
parents' bed, very deliberately, climbing over my mother and wedging
myself between her and my father. I pulled the covers
completely over my head and I closed my eyes. I
still had the urge to go to the bathroom, but
for my own sake that night, I held it. I
woke up the next morning alone and I could hear
my mother down the hallway in the kitchen, clinging pots
and pans and making breakfast. I jumped out of bed
and ran to the bathroom. After assuring myself there was
no demonic creature loitering between the bedrooms, I made another
mad dash to the kitchen, and I told my parents
everything that happened in the middle of the night while
they were sleeping. Well, they chalked it up to either
a bad dream or a young boy's wild imagination. The
fear during this bad dream compared to the fear of
something experienced in real life, and their feelings as different
as night and day. Over the four years we lived
in that house, everyone in my family would encounter something
just as strange and unexplainable. Throughout my life, I have
been faced with different levels of the unusual. I've seen
small black figures dashing across the floor in the middle
of the night. I've heard voices in conversation when there's
no one there in bizarre languages where I can't make
out the words. I have felt my bed vibrate like
it's lifting up off the floor. And I've had sleep
paralysis where I've witnessed presences in my room as I
did the night as a six year old boy, too
scared to leave the safety of my parents' bed for
an urgent midnight trip to the bathroom. I can't fully
explain any of this. I believe there are things in
this world that will never be fully understood. I don't
know if it's a blessing or a curse that I've
come to view these things as just a normal part
of my existence. I guess I've grown unafraid of the dark.
In the summer of nineteen ninety four, my husband and
I bought a brand new home and one of the
many housing subdivisions being built in the Sacramento Valley during
the nineteen nineties housing boom. The area had originally been
mostly farmland and floodplains, and there were dozens of subdivisions
being built, and each subdivision displayed beautifully decorated home plans.
The homes were much more affordable then, so we applied
for a first time buyer loan and crossed our fingers.
The loan process seemed to take forever, but when we
were approved, we got to pick out our very own
flooring style and upgraded the kitchen appliances, which was so
nice since the apartment we lived in had no dishwasher
or self cleaning oven. We moved our family, which consisted
of the two of us, our four year old son,
and our future baby girl, who was due in mid August,
and we were happy to have accomplished so much in
a relatively short amount of time. The house was on
a dead end street since the owner of the property
behind the subdivision did not want to sell any of
his property, which would have allowed for the street to
go through and join up with other subdivisions. There was
still a lot of open land and homes in various
stages of construction, and our neighbors had kids about the
same age as our son, and he made new friends
and all the kids played on the street since there
was no traffic during the day while most people were
at work. Unfortunately, my husband was not able to find
a job in Sacramento right away, so he would stay
with his mom back in the Bay Area during the
work week, and then he would drive back to the
valley to check in on us so we could do
shopping and other errands. At that time, we only had
one car, and I was left stranded until he was
back from the Bay Area. It was a long commute,
but my husband was so happy to buy us the
house that he was willing to commute with the hope
that he would find a job in the valley soon
enough and stop commuting. It was a whole year before
he was hired at one of the local auto body shops.
When our daughter was born, my husband was able to
take a week off from work to be with us
and enjoy our new baby girl, and then he went
back to work and to his commute. He would get
up at three am and make his coffee in get
his overnight bag, and leave at three thirty am so
he could be at work by six thirty am. Back then,
he was the bread winner, so we really needed him
to keep that job, even if it was one hundred
miles away. I would normally get up with him and
spend a few minutes with him before he would be off.
I would go back to bed and try to sleep
before the baby would wake up to nurse around five
thirty am. I would feed her in bed and lay
her between me and our four year old son, and
the three of us would snuggle in sleep until around
eight thirty before we started our day. We were so spoiled.
On this Monday, after he left for his commute, I
felt uneasy and I felt scared, but I didn't know why.
I decided to go back to our bedroom and lay down,
thinking that the baby would be up soon enough to nurse,
so maybe it would be better just to lay back down.
I fell asleep, and I had a horrible nightmare. I
dreamt that our son was missing, and that we were
running to different streets looking for him and calling his name.
I woke up suddenly, and I was relieved that it
was just a horrible dream, and my boy was fast
asleep next to me, and the baby was still in
her bacinet next to the bed. I turned over on
my side facing the bacinet, and I saw a bright
light coming in between the window blinds, and thinking out loud,
I said, is it morning already? The light was coming
in between the blinds, and it was so bright, but
the rest of the room looked dark. There was a
bright light on the wall next to the window, and
I looked up to see where the light was coming from,
and to my horror, just above the bacinet was an
alien gray's face. It was just the head, no upper body, legs,
or arms. The head was dark in color, very round,
ending in a pointed chin, and there were small slits
for his mouth and nostrils. But the eyes, the eyes
were large and almond shape and very shiny black, and
it had some sort of glass lamp on the top
of its head. The light on the wall was coming
from the lamp. The being was looking down at the
baby in the bacinet. Oh my god, I couldn't speak.
My heart started pounding so hard that I started trembling uncontrollably.
It saw me, and it scowled at me when it
realized I was looking at it, and it moved towards me,
and I started screaming and swinging my arms and kicking,
and I remember that I sat out loud. Oh my god,
I'm going to lose my mind. I felt that I
could not take the fact that this creature was there,
and it was just there in the room above my
baby's basinet in the house. It floated from its original
position above the basinette to just above my face, and
I remember seeing this light blue fog build up in
front of my face. And then, in a dreamlike manner,
I remember a sound like pigeons mate, like a cooing sound.
I remember feeling that whoever was talking to me was
stern and was telling me that it was for our
own good. When I woke up again, it was still
dark out, but it was around six am, and the
blankets were perfectly made around the bed, like nothing had happened,
and everything felt still. My son was asleep next to me,
and the baby was in her bascinet. And I got
out of bed and turned all the lights on in
the room and the rest of the house, and I
checked all the rooms in the house, and I checked
the locks on the front door and the lock in
the backyard sliding glass door, and everything was just like
I had left it. After my husband had left for work,
I decided to stay up and just start my day.
In fact, I got in the shower, even though that
was not my usual time to shower. When I was
washing my hair, there was a sore spot on the
top of my head. There was no blood, no bump,
just very sore. I got dressed, and I went to
the kitchen and I had some coffee. While having my coffee,
I was trying to make sense of all those events. Now.
I remember the nightmare that I had woken up from,
and how relieved I had felt that it had just
been a bad dream. But then that thing was there,
and I couldn't decide if it had been another bad
dream or if that second part was real. It didn't
make sense. But how can a bad dream as scary
as that could be was still making me afraid. My
son was up at nine am, and I kept checking
in on the baby and she kept sleeping. She should
have been up once to nurse, but no, she wasn't.
And I called my sister and I told her about
my weird dream and I started crying because it seemed
like it had been real, but I kept thinking that
it couldn't be real. I checked on the baby and
she had no fever, no rash, but she did not
wake up to nurse until two pm that afternoon, and
by then I was sore and engorged with milk. As
the day progressed, I became anxious, and before it was evening,
I called my sister, asking if she could come over
and pick us up. I didn't want to be there
alone with the kids when it was night again. She
came over and took us to her apartment. My sister
wasn't sure what to make of this whole thing. I
was just grateful that I didn't have to be alone
in the house. We stayed in her kids room that night,
and I remember feeling very scared because I didn't know
if it would happen again. But I put both kids
and me under the twin bed we were supposed to
sleep on, but we slept under the bed. I called
my husband and told him about my bad dream, but
he thought it was just stress from being left alone
so many nights and taking care of the kids in
the house. My husband picked us up from my sister's
place and drove us back to our house. That evening,
I tried to go about my normal routine, making dinner,
bathing the kids before bed, and watching a movie. And
then it was time for me and my husband to
go to bed. I put both kids in the bed
between us, and I put a large toy sword next
to me in the bed. I was terrified that it
would come back, that I would wake up, and that
face would be there looking back at me when I
opened my eyes. I knew there was nothing I could
do to protect us, and that made me more frightened
than anything. My husband continued to commute for another six months,
so I was still alone in the evening, and that
was the worst part. For weeks, every night, I would
stay up just until I could see daylight before I
felt safe to fall asleep. I would leave the TV
on in the bedroom, lights on, and fight sleep until
I would see the early sunlight peek through the windows.
I didn't feel safe until around early spring, when the
morning light starts just a bit earlier each morning. I
went on like this for three years every winter, and
for years I was terrified to look out any window
in the evenings. I would close all the blinds in
the house at night and leave some lights on before
going to bed. My husband would just tell me that
it had been a bad dream. After a few months,
he didn't like me to talk about it. My daughter
was only three months old when this happened. She doesn't
have any strange scars or ill effects from the experience.
I no longer fear the winter nights, but I know
that it was not a dream. Regarding the description of
the creature I saw, in the book titled Operation Trojan Horse,
there is a description of an et that has been
described wearing some type of light attached to or on
the top of his head,