Madeline B.
Submitted: Sept. 2000
Karin G. #1.
Alaska, USA.
Submitted: March 2001.
In the Winter of 1960 I was six years old. My parents and I went to Roswell New Mexico.,yes that Roswell. Dad was on special assignment for Boeing. No one at that time ever mentioned aliens, I didn't hear about it until much later. I don't think the things I saw had anything to do with aliens either. But something was wrong in my house. Vandals had torn some things up before we moved in and my mom swears (thats what spooked me) a couple of knife wielding teenagers would have not have scared me like this. Also I was sick a lot then, so it could been the antibiotics maybe. You see I have been plagued by bad sinuses all of my life. And I have lived in some dumps too, but I'd never seen anything like this before or since. The first things I encountered were "little blob things". Only one each time, I think I saw three in all. They would climb up the end of my bedframe, hand over hand, then sit on my chest and look at me. I usually could not move. The last one I remember distinctly licking my earlobe. The other things I saw were "the shadow people", not connected to the blobs. I saw them on different occassions. They stayed on the wall, they would talk to eachother, not audibly, gesture at me then nod in agreement. One time, I was able to call out to my parents and they told me nothing was there and to go back to sleep. I wasn't a good sleeper and they were burnt out, but I would have felt a lot better if they had just looked. I saw another story on the net once about shadow people, so I guess I am not alone. Never again have I seen them. However, the Stephen King movie Cat's Eye, had a little gremlin that came out of the wall and bugged Drew Barrymore. Thats the closest I have come to seeing anything similar, the way they cliimbed up the covers.
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Karin G. #2.
Alaska. USA.
Submitted: March, 2001.
Here's one I'v told to very few people, if anyone, the subject matter was not discussed at the time. My most recent ex and I have been having troubles since the death of our daughter. Our youngest boy, born the year after helped in a great many areas but not in our relationship. We stayed together another eleven years after the trouble started but thats another story for another day. For all those years no one knew we were having trouble except a couple of really close friends, to the rest we pretended all was well. It took a serious toll. One afternoon in late summer, my youngest was taking a nap in the room we shared. I wanted to take a nap too, but knew he wouldn't sleep if I was in the room as well. My eldest son was in Seattle visiting his father, so instead I went in his room with my goosedown quilt to take a lay down. My ex was outside cutting the lawn, I could hear the mower the whole time. I could also hear my youngest rolling around on the other side of the wall, and the cat was where I could see it. I woke up soon after, still hearing the mower, to what felt like someone climbing on the bed. I assumed it was my youngest. But I could still hear him in the next room, I could hear the quilt making that swishy sound it makes when someone crawls on it. Suddenly, I felt these firm but gentle arms around me, and a voice, sort of in my head which told me not to look around. I felt warm and very loved. It lasted only a few minutes. Then the voice in my head said "I'm sorry your old man can't love you." The arms gave me a big bear hug and the feeling passed. It left me with a peaceful feeling. I thought it might have been an angel, as I read somewhere they should not be looked at by mortals. Strange, but not in anyway frightening, as the other "blob things' climbing on my bed had been. (reference story above)
