Alien Encounter Experiencer Describes Their Ordeal & the Aftermath

"I do not remember what happened prior. All I remember was waking up “mid abduction.” Imagine that you wake up from sleeping after a night of drinking: you don’t remember where you were before, you just see where you are now. That’s exactly how it happened. I “woke up” standing in my own hallway in my trailer home. I was overwhelmed with the emotion of “fear” but I did not know why or what was happening. My body was mostly paralyzed and frozen in place while I was standing. I looked at my feet and then my hands and I noticed that my hands were on the side of a door in my hallway, with my fingers clutched to the side of the door (as if I was being pulled from behind).

I turned my head around slowly, and I saw this being who was my height, maybe just a few inches taller than me. I was 10 years old at the time. He had a huge head that looked like a praying mantis’s head. He had two humongous eyes. I couldn’t see a mouth or nose or anything like that that I remember. It didn’t have ears. Just a huge white head and huge eyes. It was wearing a black cloak (not tight fitting). And it had his hands outstretched like it was trying to grab me. it had 3 fingers on each hand (possibly four, but definitely not five). The fingers seemed weird and it moved very little. As soon as I locked eyes with this being, it felt like someone punched me. As soon as my eyes locked with it, I became MORE paralyzed and I began to forget what was happening. I looked away as fast as I could and then never looked back for about an hour.

After I turned my back to it (it was standing in between me and my room), I was standing between it and the kitchen. We were both standing in a very narrow hallway in my trailer home. My fingers were clutched against the railing of a door that we called the “middle room” of our home.

I could feel myself being pulled back by what felt like a strong magnetic force. Like being pushed back by wind. I could fight it. It wasn’t a lost cause. I could struggle. As soon as I stopped looking at the being, my memory slowly started to come back. I thought “where am I?” And “why am I here?” I was full of fear and I looked down at my feet. I could tell that I was trying to run away from this thing. Looking into its eyes was so mesmerizing that it made me forget if it was a good guy or a bad guy. It felt indescribable. Later on in my life I would go on to try LSD, and the very peak of that experience is the best analogous experience I can use to describe what it felt like.

I forgot if it was a good or bad guy. And then I began hearing thoughts in my head saying “come this way.” I considered going to the being. I didn’t know if I was running away from it or if I was running to it. That’s how quick and intense I forgot everything in that second.

I looked at my legs though and could tell that I was trying to run away. I could feel my body filled with overwhelming fear. And then it slowly occurred to me...if I’m afraid and running away, this must be bad? This must be a bad person.

And then I had this overwhelming gut-wrenching feeling that this was NOT the first time I saw this thing. I had a feeling that I had seen this being several times before in “trips” that it made me forget. It was weird. A catch-22 philosophical experiment. I felt like I had agreed to this experiment. It was weird. Like, we had had this discussion before. That it could talk to me and I could go on trips with him, but only if I agreed to have my memory wiped every time. But these were not good experiences. I was so filled with terror that I knew this had to be bad.

I thought maybe it was a dream. I tried so hard to wake up. I wanted desperately to wake up. It was at that moment that I realized that I had “fallen asleep” inside of the middle room and not my bedroom that day. I thought, “maybe if I can pull myself back into the middle room, I can find my body lying there and I can ‘jump’ back into my body and kind of like, wake up.”

I struggled for more than 30 minutes. My fingers were aching and my legs were hurting. It did not feel like sand and I did not have weakness. I had my full strength and was struggling the entire time there. I was slowly finally able to pull myself maybe 6 inches closer and was able to pull my body into the door frame. To my shock, my body was not lying there.

I wanted to desperately to “wake up.” I tried so hard to wake up. I kept pulling myself forward down the hallway and grabbed the side of my kitchen’s refrigerator (it is at the end of the hallway going into the kitchen). I grabbed it desperately and kept pulling forward. After a short while I became overwhelmed with fear.

I began screaming at the thing behind me. I didn’t look at its eyes. But I screamed at it. I begged it. I pleaded and cried and screamed and begged for my life. I was a slobbering mess and begged it to please stop torturing me. My fear and pain slowly turned to anger. I began disparaging the being. I said “why are you doing this to me?!” I demanded that it leave me alone. I said things like “what gives you the right to do this to people?!” I asked if it thought I was some kind of animal or that I didn’t have emotions and free will. Those are not all the exact words. I spoke in a combination of screamed words and thoughts. But it was mostly thoughts that was experienced. It only spoke back to me in thoughts.

As I waited there, He stood emotionless and didn’t say anything for a very long time.

I didn’t know if it was trying to save me or if it was trying to hurt me. I still don’t. After maybe an hour more of struggling, I pulled myself into the kitchen and could see the front door wide open in front of me. I don’t remember if I saw people outside or not. I can’t remember exactly anything beyond this. It was at that moment that I surrendered my body. I gave up. And I hoped to not remember any pain.

The next thing I know, I woke up in the bed in the middle room. I remember waking up FIRST, and then only after several seconds passed did I open my eyes. I pretended that I didn’t remember anything. I walked slowly out of the room and said out loud “what a weird dream.”

I went to the windows and looked outside and couldn’t find anyone or anything nearby. I stared at the sun coming through the blinds for a long time and could almost “feel” the being still in the hallway there.

I slowly went back to bed and pretended nothing happened. When I woke up again, I just kept on like nothing happened." HE

"This is the encounter that I can remember to the best of my ability. However, there were several paranormal events that took place in the weeks leading up to this event that I will discuss in-depth in the comments.

1). They include hallucinating conversations with two “aliens” that discussed with me in-depth the mechanisms of the universe and how the world works / what happens when you die.

2). In a second conversation, I hallucinated being told by an “alien” to get up in the middle of the night and write strange patterns on the walls in sharpie. They included an “M” with a very large protruding loop where the middle line is supposed to be. I knew not to write on the walls much less in sharpie, but I was convinced by these hallucinated thoughts that this was necessary and important to do. At the time when this happened, I thought that these were “angels” that were talking to me and I largely believed they were coming from my own subconscious and not outside of me. It was not until years after the “abduction” that I learned about “aliens” and later began to believe that what I encountered was an “alien” or “extra dimensional” encounter of some kind.

I have never experienced anything like this since.

I have never experienced “hallucinating voices” nor do I have any family history of such events. I am of sound mind and body. I do not currently suffer from any mental illness nor do I have any family history of mental illness. In the events that followed after this encounter, I began going to middle school and was extremely intellectually talented. I joined the gifted and talented program, performed well in school, later became valedictorian of my high school, and I was accepted to an Ivy League university that will remain unnamed to ensure my anonymity (first in my family to go to college).

I encourage your skepticism and do not wish to create any divisiveness or incite anger. I think this is a grandiose claim that is difficult to believe without evidence. I understand if you don’t believe me, because I barely believe me. These events have stuck with me for so many years,. Thank you for understanding. I am happy to answer any questions as honestly as I can and provide anonymized proof of what I can, when and where possible to corroborate any claims and given further evidence of these events." HE