A bizarre alien encounter. An experiencer recalls a craft landing near his home and observes a shadow being and a little girl exit. What happens next is terrifying and profound!
The following account was forwarded to me by my friends Kyle & Cam at Expanded Perspectives:
"February 25th 2016, It was a normal day and the sun was going down. I was home one night, and both my mother and stepfather were home too. I assumed they were asleep. I let the dog in the backyard. I noticed it was a little warmer than usual out. Also, it was a pretty clear sky, so I went out back to stargaze. While I was outside I felt something in the air. Some sort of static buzz, I felt it in my stomach and it felt like my bones were vibrating. I followed the feeling and looked over the fence to see where it was coming from. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was a triangular UFO craft landing on the street in front of my house. I couldn’t tell if the craft had legs or not. It had orange, purple, blue, green, red, and white lights on it.
I remember thinking that it was weird nobody on my street was seeing it. I saw a door open on the craft that formed a ramp that touched the street. Baffled and babbling I went inside and as I rushed to the kitchen sink I said to myself, “It’s not real you’re just crazy. It’s not real you’re just crazy.”. I washed my face with some cold water and looked out of the window above the kitchen sink. I saw a little girl in an old-school pink dress with blond hair. I estimated her age at about 5 to 7 years old and she was holding the hand of a shadow person leaving the craft with her. I couldn’t see any details of the silhouette she was holding the hand off or inside the craft due to the bright white light. I thought it was weird how I could see the details of the girl but not the other thing. As I saw this, I heard a little girl's voice say “ Luke! Come with me! Daddy! It’s so good to see you Daddy! Don’t you want to come with me?” But it was said inside my mind. I went from baffled and babbling to terrified and panicked to the highest degree! I left the kitchen, ran slash, and stumbled into the living room. The voice of the little girl died down. I began wondering if I was having a nightmare. I looked at the time, it was 10:33. I then thought to myself, “If I was dreaming, how could I possibly know the time?”
I felt an approaching presence.
I slowly turned around and saw a silhouette of the shadow-type man at the front door. If you could call that thing a man. I could see it through the foggy glass of the front door that still had Valentine’s Day decorations on it. It had long spidery fingers that it deliberately flaunted. As if it knew what I was seeing through the mind. It began to laugh but not out loud, in my head. As it did I saw its mouth open and close like when a cartoon character laughs. I was shaking and trembling. I immediately tried to plan a route to my mom’s room but I decided on a shortcut that would lead me through the fireplace to the left of me and into my mom and stepdad’s room. I ran to the double-sided fireplace. And as I started crawling on my hands and knees I heard it tell me “You won’t escape, we’ve taken you many times before and there is nothing you can do.” I looked at my ash-covered arms as I tried to continue to crawl through the fireplace. I looked into my mom’s room. My mother and stepfather were both lying in bed on their backs but with their heads facing me. Their eyes were screaming. It was like they both were having sleep paralysis. The dark voice said, “They can’t help you, they are frozen.”
Then I heard the buzzing in the air turn into rumbling and I heard a chant that sounded like the chant of a dead language, “Zim Ma Bu Ea it Er.” The chant was very repetitive, and the same syllables were chanted over and over. As the rumble intensified a white light was washing over everything. I tried to move but as It grew stronger, I grew weaker. It became so loud and so bright I was blind and deaf, overloaded by too much light and too much sound. Everything went white. I woke up in what seemed like a half-second later. Face down and tongue out on my bed, shoes on and fully clothed. My boots were on my pillow, almost as if whoever took me didn’t know that it was for my head so they placed me on my bed backwards and face down. I sat up in shock. I ran into the bathroom to check on myself in the mirror. I opened my mouth and saw that my tongue was cracked, dehydrated, and dry. It was like a dead man’s decaying tongue. I could peel pieces of skin off it, it was so dry. I washed my mouth with water until it was hydrated enough for me to talk. I remember, sitting there in front of the mirror for a second, thinking about what happened. I remember thinking how do I explain something like this. I broke down and began crying hysterically.
What made it worse was if that little girl was my daughter, would I ever see her again? Would I ever get to know her? Is she safe? Is she okay? I don’t even know her name. How do I find closure in knowing a daughter I never knew I had is out there without me, and with whatever took me. How do I move on from knowing that I’ll never get to see her grow up? How do I cope knowing I can’t reach her, and I can’t help her? I practically fell downstairs to tell my mom and stepdad what happened.
I knocked on their door and my stepdad answered. I was babbling, shaking, and crying the story out of my mouth. But it made no difference because my stepdad said “Last night? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He closed the door. I sat on the couch in the living room and quietly cried as I questioned my sanity. It was 5:55 am."
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