Your Alien Abduction O.o

My Alien Abduction

I know you probably won't believe me. It's alright if you don't. I've grown used to everyone's skepticism since the horrible incident. But my counselor urged me to write this down and let other people read it. She is confident it will improve my condition. So here is my story--believe what you will.

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It was a pleasant enough evening in September. Not too hot or too cold, with the perfect breeze rippling through the trees. The sky was clear and scattered with stars, and I suddenly had an insane urge to lie on the grass in the backyard garden and count the stars. I proceeded to do so, looking nervously toward the neighbor's windows, but they were dark and curtained. How ironic this was, my pleasure at nobody witnessing what I was doing. Later on I would've given anything for someone to have noticed, to possiby have alleviated my horrid experience.

I focused on one star that seemed brighter than all the others, admiring the way it twinkled. Feeling completely at ease, I searched for known constellations and made up my own. I had nearly started to drift off to sleep when I noticed that the brightest star was growing still brighter, and somehow BIGGER. Attributing this to my tired eyes, I rose to go back inside. That is when it happened.

One minute, the night was silent, only crickets intruding in the calm. The next, there was a loud whooshing sound, as if all the air was being sucked into a giant vacuum. I turned and saw a large, cone-shaped THING less than five feet away from me. It shone a metallic black and a few tiny green lights twinkled on the rounded top. Suddenly, the engine or whatever was powering the strange craft was shut off, and silence descended on my garden. This time there was no peace in the absence of sound. This time the silence was threatening. I opened my mouth to scream, indeed I was about to run back into the house, when a blinding white light appeared on the side of the craft. I was caught in the light like a deer in headlights, and I was frozen. I could not move. Terrified and quaking, I dimly noted that some sort of opening had appeared next to the light. I vaguely saw huge dark shapes coming toward me. Then I crumpled and fainted.

When I came to, I seemed to be lying in my back in the garden, gazing at the stars. Something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I felt a slight sense of discomfort, and then I remembered everything in a rush. I tried to leap up, but I was tied down securely. The stars were also wrong...somehow, there were more of them than there should be. I clenched my fists and the grass felt silky. It shouldn't have, I had neglected to water the garden for the past few weeks, and it had been turning brown. I didn't know if I was in a dream or reality.

After a few more minutes, I realized I had not been tied, but simply drugged. My temples began pounding and everything ached. Then I heard voices, and the stars were pulled back. I don't know how else to explain it. It was as if the whole sky had simply been a blanket a few feet away, and they had now pulled it back, revealing a light blue, slightly sloping ceiling.

"Llares klorrnum meastotos kabbilaah?"

They seemed to be asking me something. Or perhaps they were talking between themselves. "Llares klorrnum meastotos kabbilaah? Olhen mialha? Conquerkash. Meastotos."

I have probably horribly mangled their speech, but that is it to the best of my recollection. I screamed, loud and long. Then there was a prick in my arm and an icy pain, and I blanked out.

When I next awoke I was in my bed. I didn't recall getting into bed. Horrified, I jumped up and inspected myself in a mirror. I seemed normal, but my clothes felt different somehow. After some inspection, I realized that everything was brand new. I searched for the tomato sauce stain that had been on my sleeve for ages. It was gone.

On my bedside table was a note. This is what it said: "KALLMAHAN TORMANDREA\KOSTORENA--MIALURUAN"

It looked like our alphabet, but I wasn't sure. It could've been anything.

Nobody believed my story, and I decided at last to take the note to a professional. Maybe they could find some evidence of the extra-terrestrial, even if they couldn't decode the writing. Perhaps the paper or whatever it was written on was some odd material. It certainly felt different, soft and yet tough in my hand. But a few days later, when I had made an appointment with a professional and went to remove the note from my bedside table to a safer place, it was gone. I checked my shirt, hoping to save my sanity, but the tomato stain was there, right where it had always been.

I will swear on anything that it hadn't been there that first time I woke up. But now it is there. Everything is back to normal, except for me. I never lay in my backyard anymore. I jump at small noises and bright lights, and I still search vainly for the note. My counselor tells me that I'm made of strong stuff, that I will soon be as good as before. But she doesn't really believe me, I can tell. Nobody believes me. It's alright if you don't.

Source: My own overactive imagination. XD

Most things happen for a reason. It is quite easy for folks to poke fun at those who are known as abductees. However, I believe it is more wiser to examine the meaning behind an abduction. The reason I believe this is because I, myself, am what is known as a multiple abuductee. My story is added to the other tens of thousands of reports of alien abductions and it is indeed a bizarre and incredible account. So I shall begin ......

My first abduction is as clear as day in my mind. It was 1963 and I was a nine year old girl. It was near dusk, there was a calm breeze blowing around I happily played near my house with my fellow Girl Scouts. The other girls formed a circle to continue on in the game, however, something had caught my eye and I wandered off on my own.

What I had seen, though seemingly shocking, simply made a nine year old child intrigued. I had seen a man, around the same height as myself, with grey skin. He took my hand and his touch reassured me that it was safe to go with him. So off we walked into the woods, hand in hand. He led me to a clearing and there we sat on a smooth rock. It seemed like we had sat there forever - the silence between us was deafening. Then suddenly out of nowhere a smallish spacecraft silently floated into view and landed in the middle of the clearing. It was a a strange sight, the craft was bright silver with three blue lights on either side. It had what seemed like vent openings on both the bottom and top. After a few moments the bottom opened and a ramp appeared. I was reluctant to board, however, the thouch of the grey mans hand brought back the reassured feeling and I entered.

Inside I was led to a large room in which there was a fellow human - a woman - an quite an odd young girl, who had greyish skin, thin arms and long, slender fingers. She seemed to have no ears and no skeletal structure - she seemed floppy. The grey man, although he did not speak, wanted me to play with the odd looking girl. It was as though he had informed me of this telepathically. And so I sat on the floor with the odd looking girl and we played. The whole time I was aware of the the grey man and the human woman watching me. It sent a shiver down my spine. Eventually, the odd looking girl hugged me and informed me, again telepathically, that it was time to leave. The grey man took me by the hand and took me back to where I had first encountered him.

My next abduction happened in 1981. It occured on a stormy night while I was attempting to drift off to sleep in the warmth of my own bed. Suddenly the room was bathed in a bright white light and out of nowhere the grey man appeared, standing at the foot of my bed. Being older I could sense the need to panic. I attempted to scream out but my voice was seemingly gone. He reached over and took my hand - again I felt reassured, though not as much as I had when I was a child. With another bright flah of white light I found myself on a spacecraft. I am still unsure if it was the same one as many years before.

I was taken to a waiting room where there were a number of benches. I sat on one and saw other men and women on other benches. Some wore night clothes while others were in day clothes. Some looked frightened or unwell, while others looked as if they had reached nirvana. I myself found that I was telling myself not to panic - possibly because I had been abducted before. Then they came. The aliens. Two for each human. I attempted to resist but I was pushed along a green corridor and into an examination room.

The examination room had four operating tables and a large shelf with instruments on it. I was strapped to one of the tables. The aliens cut out a sample of my gum which angered me. I asked why they had hurt me. They replied through the slits on their faces this time - saying that they needed to study humans and taht it could take years to study someone. A tall alien the asked for me to look into his eyes. I did so and found that I was suddenly calm and felt as though I was falling into the large black pools that were his eyes. I couldn't look away - I felt as though my mind had been taken over. The examinations continued with me being unable to fight or resist. At one point two aliens lifted me up from the table and held me at a strange angle. I was instructed to look at a picture, but there was no picture which to look at. The suddenly my head flashed with all sorts of images - I saw my mothers death in my Uncles home. All the family were gathered around her bed. Seeing this image was too painful and I attempted to fight it. It was as if the aliens had watched to see me suffer. I passed out from the trauma.

Waking up in my lown bed, memories came flooding back. I had no feelings of anger, sadness or even happiness. I mulled over why I had been taken again. Eventually I rose and went about my everyday life. To this day I am still taken every few years. I guess it really does take years to study someone.

I walked outside to the front of my porch and looked up into the November sky. How I loved to smell the fresh air and take in the beautiful autumn scenery. As I looked up into the sky I notice a round object that looked as if it was hovering somewhere over the mountain side but before I could get a good look it disappeared. What could it have been? I asked myself still pondering about the object.

I went to bed that night still not forgetting about the flying object and as I laid there late into the night a thought had popped into my thoughts, was it a U.F.O. I have heard about many people who had claimed to see aliens and their spacecraft, some even saying that they were abducted. Could this be one. I thought but then I realized that I did not believe in that sort of nonsense.

Pushing in out of my head I finally was able to go to bed a few minutes later. Waking up what felt like hours later I had thought that I was still asleep. This can’t be real. I thought seeing as how I was no longer in my bedroom. The floor, walls and ceiling looked as if they were all made out of steel instead of my wallpaper room. Sitting up I realized that there was these funny looking gray creatures that were walking on their two legs. Someone must be playing a trick, there’s no way these creatures are aliens. I thought seeing these creatures carrying theses weird looking metal things.

As they started to get closer I freaked out and jumped off of the bed they had laid me on. Theses are aliens I thought frantically trying to find a way out. Just behind them I noticed a door and made a run for it. Once there I tried to push it open but it did not move. I looked behind me and the aliens were coming closer. They started making weird noise, talking I guessed. The one nearest me lifted its arm and waved his hand and I fell to the floor out cold.

The next thing I remember was waking in my room and noticed that there was no sign that there were any intruders. Walking over to my dresser I went to get dressed but I noticed that there were odd cuts around my body. I think that I was abducted by aliens I thought as I pulled on my clothing.

It was a cool October evening and I lay on the grass of my front yard gazing at the star lit sky. The moon was full; making the sky light up and beautify the night. I rarely got a chance to stargaze with the city lights blinding the stars, but tonight was an unnatural dark for the city. That is why I laid there, to look at the beauty above me. The stars glistened more than I ad ever seen them glisten before. The sky held a radiant beauty, a mysterious attraction. My eyes could not leave the twinkling they gazed at. I could make out various constellations such as Scorpius and Draco. Two that had book characters named after them that I adored.

After minutes, or maybe hours for I had no sense of time, the sky’s lights altered. Many new lights began to become visible. They made out a circular shape and grew brighter with each second. My eyes became fixated on the new supernatural lights. Where they stars? I did not know, but whatever they were they had me captivated. Maybe it was curiosity that held me there, or maybe my fascination with the beauty or my slow growing fear, telling me it was not stars, but something more…supernatural, but whatever it was it held me there as the lights grew brighter and brighter.

The lights continued to grow until the center, larger light was barely ten feet above me; looking like a close white sun. It stilled at that size of brightness. I just laid there, gazing at the mysterious false sun above me. The next thing I knew it grew at a fast pace. I had barely a second, if even that, before the light engulfed me, blinding me. I could not see a thing, and unlike a normal blind state everything was not dark, but completely white; the kind of white directors use to depict an arrival at heaven or a collision with a truck with its front lights on. But I was not dead, or was I? Maybe I was, but I was not sure. All I was sure of was that my vision was returning.

I was still lying down, but not on damp grass like before. Now I lay on a more bed-like surface, like the kinds at hospitals. I blocked my eyes once I noticed a bright lamp above me. I sat up slowly, my eyes still adjusting. I heard what sounded like a nasally meow to my right and I instantly looked. I jumped at the strange site. The thing that made the noise was something alien-ish. It reminded me of a dog, but also of a lizard, and its voice was that of a cat likeness. It was odd, but beautiful. It glowed, a sort of blue-ish light emerging from within it. Whatever it was it was amazing. I petted it in admiration and it made a gargling purr sound beneath my hand.

“Her name in Venéra,” spoke a voice behind me. I turned to see a woman with curly brown hair, piercing hazel eyes, and the figure of a model. She wore a physician coat and a necklace shaped like one of those drawings of an atom. She chuckled at my awestruck state and continued, “She is a mantra from the planet Sirareom.”

“Where am I?” was all I could manage to ask.

She smiled kindly and answered, “On a space shifter, or a spaceship as your kind calls them. We are currently landed on the moon as to not scare more humans with our foreign technology.”

“And why am I here?” I asked with a slightly shaky voice.

“To help my kind,” she answered. “I need to study you in order to find a certain gene that will then duplicate and use to cure a disease spreading through my kind.”

“How do you know I have this gene you are seeking?” I asked curiously, my voice not as shaky.

“Cause the disease came from your species,” she explained. “Someone of my kind went to your home planet ‘and when they returned they brought back a disease foreign to us. It is killing many of us.

“And who are you exactly?”

She made a few weird noises and chuckled at my puzzled look before saying, “Or you can call me Neptunia.”

I nodded and asked, “So where are you from Neptunia?”

“Quiet the questioner,” she chuckled and I flushed in embarrassment. “Don’t worry I don’t mind. Questions help you learn and knowledge is good. I come from the planet Géreon in the galaxy Klepton. I am a garnanian.”

There was a beeping noise and she moved to a computer next to her, typing something. I then got a good look at the room. It was a bright white. There was a door to my right that looked like it moved into part of the wall instead of moving outward. It looked like a medical room from those television shows and movies evolving spacecrafts. I was on a medical bed in the center of the room next to a table of odd tools that I guessed were for medical purposes. In the far left corner of the room were Neptunia stood, there were cabinets and drawers with vials, wires, and other strange things I had no clue the purpose or name of.

“So what is your name Earthling?” the woman asked when she stepped away from the computer. Being called Earthling felt weird. Yes I was one, but it was not everyday I was called one.

“Angelique, but everyone calls me Cat,” I answered.

“Isn’t cat an animal from your planet?” she asked confused.

I chuckled, “Yeah, but it also my nickname.”

“Why?”

“Oh it started because my original nickname was Angel, but my mom got a cat named Angel, so my friend Natasha started calling me Cat because the cat stole my name.”

She chuckled, “Earthlings are very strange.”

“Yeah, but strange is awesome.”

She glanced at the computer and then back at me. “I scanned your body while you were unconscious, I hope you don’t mind.”

I shook my head and answered, “I don’t care. If your people need help its fine with me.”

She smiled and spoke again, “It might take a while, so do you feel hungry or anything? We have a kitchen on board.”

I smiled and nodded and she gestured for me to follow her. We went out the door to the right and then down a narrow hall that was white like the medical room. Once we reached the end of the hall we went through another door and into a small room with a table and chairs. She gestured for me to sit and walked out of the room. I sat down as instructed and waited for her return.

When she returned she brought back to plates and set them on the table before sitting down. I stared at the food before me in horror. It looked like an octopus, but a little different. I screamed when it blinked and I jumped back in horror screaming, “It’s alive!”

She chuckled, “Of course it is. It tastes better fresh. Sit and eat.”

“I am not used to eating things that still live,” I replied sitting down again, continuing to look at the octopus-like thing with horror. “Maybe I can wait to eat till I get back home,” I spoke pushing the food away.

She smiled and pulled a toothpaste-looking tube from her coat, handing it to me. “Didn’t think you would want to eat the Keamolin, so I grabbed some tubed food for you.”

I smiled and took the cap off. I squeezed some into my mouth and swallowed. It tasted like a turkey dinner. I could taste the roasted turkey, the homemade stuffing, the olives, the cranberry sauce; all mixed together, but in a way separate.

“Thank you,” I spoke and had some more.

When we were both done with our food, me with the tube and her with the Keamolin octopus-looking thing, we both left back for the medical room. While in the hall I noticed a room with a window and stopped to look through it. Inside here were aliens, not like Neptunia in a human form, but thin tall creatures with abnormal shaped heads, fingers, and toes and not wearing clothes. They glowed like Venéra. They lay on medical beds like the one I was on. They were coughing and sneezing as if they had the cold. Maybe the cold was the disease killing them. My mind was fixated only on them till Neptunia’s voice interrupted.

“That’s my people,” she spoke with a saddened voice.

“Why do they not look like you?” I asked.

“They do normally,” she replied. “But right now I am transfigured in a shape best used not to frighten you.”

“How I asked turning to her.

She pointed to the atom-shaped necklace and spoke, “With this.”

I nodded in understanding and looked back through the door window. “I think I know what is wrong with them,” I spoke. “They are ill with a cold. Its common on my planet, but at one point in time it did kill people off. I can see why it would do that to your kind being that it is new to them.”

“Come on lets go back to the medical room,” She spoke leading me away. It was obvious she hated seeing them like this, all sick and dying. At least soon they would be better. I was going to help them with the gene of mine that can fight it.

Once we got back Neptunia headed for her computer and did a few things. After about ten minutes she looked up at me and smiled. “I found the gene!” she exclaimed.

I smiled, “That’s great!”

She walked over to me as I sit on the medical bed carrying a needle. “I will need to put you to sleep as I extract some DNA. It isn’t exactly safe to be awake during gene duplication.” I nodded and laid down on the bed. She injected the needle into my arm and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I finally awoke I was in my front yard again, lying on the grass. I was back, that is if it wasn’t all a dream. I walked inside the house smiling at the thought that I might have just saved an alien species from the common cold.

Light peeped through the cracks of the slightly ajar door, the room bathed in the yellow glow. In the distance I heard and ever so slight humming noise. I turned over and nestled into the pillow.

A tap on my window made me leap up with fright; I crossed the room and pulled back the curtains – nothing. Feeling hot and flustered I opened the window.

I leant out the window let the cool air wash over me, and then I was instantly sucked out, my insides churning like they had been pulverised. I retched loudly, my head spinning and black spots flashed in front of my eyes. So this is what Floo Powder feels like, I thought.

With a thud I landed on my feet. I felt dizzy and nausea.

I opened my eyes and cried out in shock, in front of me was a man with an eerie bluish tinge to him. His head had been severed from his body and all the arteries was spurting blood everywhere, catching the edge of my t-shirt.

Is this real, no surely not stuff like this is only in horror movies, I thought wildly. I turned on my heel and ran, faster than I have ever run before out of this room, charging through corridors and trying to wrench open door handles. There was a fork up ahead. I bit my lip before hurtling down the right straight into a dead end.

Behind me stood four of these foul beasts, each with no head and old fashioned clothes, blood pouring over the floor. I slowly stepped back until my back was pressed against the door. Help me, I want to go back home, don’t eat me, these were many thoughts running through my mind. Then my hand connected with a little handle which I hadn’t noticed before. I pushed it down and the door swung open. At that point I fled; through the door. But the thing is I didn’t go anywhere, I just ended up in bed.

The mysterious thing is that I had a drip of blood on my sleeve from those monsters, so I guess it’s real. Miracles can really happen.