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I THINK I AM AN ALIEN ABDUCTEE

by Amanda Leigh, guest contributor. [June 27, 2009]

 

 

 

I don't know the first time I saw an alien right off the top of my head without going through my dream journals. I believe it was around March or April 2008. I thought it was just a bad dream, so I moved on and forgot about it.

At that first encounter, I was sleeping from 3 a.m. to 1 p.m. My mom was working first shift at a factory. I'd get up at 5 a.m. to make sure she got up. Sometimes she didn’t hear the alarm.

This night things were odd. I watched CNN Student News, then went to bed around 3:15 a.m. I lay there, trying to go to sleep. Curled up in a nice warm blanket, with one dog at my feet, the other beside me.

I saw though my window a red-and-blue blinking light. I thought it was a cop car. I looked at the VCR on a desk. It said 4:15a.m. I tried to sleep. I must have slept.

When I came to, I was on my back, which is odd since I do not sleep on my back. My dog was sleeping at my feet. I tried to get him to move, but he was not budging. The time was 5:30 a.m.

That is when it caught my eye. On the ceiling was a creature I've never seen before. It had a huge head with big black eyes. It was on its hands and knees, as if the ceiling was a floor. It was looking at me. Watching me.

I was scared, but I wasn't able to run away. I think I was in shock. I lay in my bed looking at "it" for maybe 3 or 4 minutes. Then my mom's alarm went off, and I was awake, telling her about what I thought was a dream.

It's been almost a year since then. I don’t think it was just a dream.

On July 31, 2008, I begin seeing what I think are UFOs. After days of watching them, I had my next encounter with the alien beings. This time was more terrifying.

It was 10 a.m. I woke up. The sun was shining through my window. My mom was outside, working in the garage. (I later asked her if she'd noticed anything odd, or heard me screaming. She said no.)

I thought I should get up and get something to drink. I was laying on my back when I looked at my desk. I saw a hand with long fingers coming out from behind the desk! They were long and creepy. Then I saw the big head behind my air cleaner that was on my desk. The creature was about 3 or 4 feet tall.

Then it was in front of my desk. Standing on my bed, looking at me, moving towards me! My room and bed got very long. Like the alien was taking forever to reach me. My dogs were not barking, though there were three of them in the room. I was unable to move the lower half of my body.

I was looking at this crazy beast saying: "Stay away from me! No, don't come any closer!'

I was freaking out. I raised my left hand in the shape of a gun and went "Bang! Bang!" -- like that would stop an alien! I feel so stupid. That's the last thing I remember. I must have passed out.

The next thing I remember is I'm in a dark room. A panel of lights on the wall. I'm laying on something. Felt like my bed, but not my bed.

It was standing next to me. I saw its bulging tummy and thin legs. Then I saw the worst thing in the world -- its four long, skinny fingers, moving up my leg! Touching me, its hand moving up my thigh. I had this horrible thought: I know what you're going to do, and where you're going!

I don't need to explain that part.

The aliens were a periwinkle color. Not naked. They have clothes. Skin tight and silky, like satin.

The next encounter is about the first or second week of October. The day before I'd been trying to sleep, when I heard something odd. Like a guy or two talking. It's like I know what language it was, but couldn't make it out. I caught words, but don't remember them. Sounded like humans' fake whispering.

That was the night before. Now I'm sleeping with the TV on to keep "them" away. I'm wearing an eye mask. I wake up, and can tell there's no light from the TV. I think: "No, the dog got a hold of my remote and turned it off."

I picked up the remote and tried to turn the TV back on, but I couldn't. I got pissed off. I said "Hell no, you best not be here. I am not in the mood tonight. I will kick your asses.” I lifted the eye mask up up a little. I saw "it" standing in my room, next to my bed!

I grabbed its arm and pushed up. I have no idea what happened after that, but I was not bugged for a few months.

 

 

On December 16, 2008, they returned. By then I'd changed my sleeping pattern to 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. They usually come for me between 3 to 7 a.m. and 4 to 8 p.m. Those are when I've seen them or "lost time."

This day I awoke around 4. I'd planned to use the bathroom, but fell back to sleep. That's odd, because I really had to go. Then I woke up at 7 p.m. -- and I didn't have to use the bathroom anymore!

I looked at my arm. Two inches above my wrist, it was the size of a watch battery. It didn't hurt or itch. After an hour, it was no longer battery-sized, just a tiny lump. Like someone had poked me. A tiny, red hole. My mom squeezed it. That hurt.

Next night, 7 p.m., I was laying on my right side, facing my wall. I know my eyes were open because I saw my wall. I thought my dog was climbing up on my bed. He likes to go behind my neck to get under the covers. But then two hands came up over my head! Coming in front of my face, breaking my trance!

I don't know if it was a nightmare or a memory. But I thought after, that they would leave me alone. No such luck.

January 2009, a hand popped up in front of my face. I'm not sure if that was a dream.

This one was a dream: An alien in my room. I jumped up and fought it. The alien didn't like that. I started throwing baby aliens at it. Not sure what that means.

January 22, 2009, I woke up, facing my wall. I felt something grab my ponytail. In my mind's eye, I saw the alien wrapping its fingers around the tie near the scalp, pulling. Its other hand's fingers pushed into my back, between my shoulder blades. It felt like it was putting its hand inside in my back!

I screamed in pain, but couldn’t move. Oddly, I saw in my mind's eye what it was doing to me, but all I saw was my wall. Then the pain stopped. I lay on my back. The TV was off.

I ran into my mom's room. I was like "Mom, they are here! They're here!" She was like "Who?" Before I could explain, there was three or four of them standing in front of me, making odd movements that reminded me of a praying mantis.

I said: "I don't understand what you are telling me. I don't understand sign language." I may have called them dumb asses too.

One of them said something, but I didn't understand. It was a loud booming voice in my mind. It was like I was getting a vision or something, like you see on TV when you bend over in pain. I got mad. I said "That hurt a little lower please."

Then I got this message. I quote: "We are not going to bug you until next summer and at that time we will let you know there is only one."

What the hell does “there is only one” mean?!

I asked: "You mean only one God?”

They said in a creepy way: "We don't believe in god." Then they left.

I don't know if any of this really happened. I sometimes wonder if I am insane. If anyone reading this has any idea as to what they mean, please contact me. If anyone has their own stories to share, please do so. I seek the truth.

 

Amanda Leigh is 28 years old and lives in Iowa. She can be contacted through her MySpace page and email: Seekingmulderstruth at yahoo dot com.

 

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