I've already mentioned this memory briefly (see links below), but I though it deserved a more thorough report, because its one of the most interesting encounters I've ever had…
Living in the 3-bedroom, century old house with my then boyfriend and his parents was mostly normal. I got a job doing after-school daycare and though we had some weird nights that seemed suspicious, weeks passed without much going on in any obvious way.
It was early spring of '92 when the next blatently odd encounter occurred… Gerick and I had one of our first really horrible fights. Neither of us ever got physical, but he said some nasty things to me and I told him off for it, and we were so angry that we slept in separate rooms. You know the old adage about 'don't go to bed angry'? Well, for 2 young people with serious passions and easy resentment, that would mean no sleep at all, so for the next 23 years or so of living with Gerick, we'd get into a fight so bad that we wouldn't sleep in the same bed maybe once a year or so. Rare, but it happened.
That night was the first time, and I was distraught. I was so hurt, but I knew I couldn't just roll over and let myself be dominated. So I retired to the tiny room where I kept my things. It had a small twin bed I could use and I sadly curled up under the covers and cried myself to sleep, wondering how to fix things- or even if it could be fixed.
At some point in the night, I heard creaking footsteps in the hall and woke up. Back then, after so many abductions and odd events, I was a super light and anxious sleeper who woke up at the slightest noise.
The door opened and someone stood at the doorway. I wasn't scared because I thought it was Gerick. I waited, pretending to still be asleep. It was nearly a full moon, and the moonlight was streaming in the windows. I didn't have a night-light in that room, so opened curtains had to do. I was able to see the shadow of a slender man once he was almost in front of me.
It was a cold night. Frosty. And old houses don't have the best insulation. I had one shoulder sticking out of the covers, and I wanted to pull covers over it to warm it up, but at the same time, I didn't want to give myself away to Gerick. To my surprise, the man knelt over me and pulled the covers up over my cold shoulder. He stroked my shoulder a little, gently, and I felt mental waves of concern and sadness wash over my mind. Just very worried and gentle thoughts, feeling bad that I felt bad, and wanting to help me… Then he tucked the edges in a little and lightly patted the covers into place.
He was so nice! And I still thought, even with the light telepathy, that it was Gerick. We'd had a few instances of sharing images or even words when both of us were really relaxed, so I just assumed that I was picking up on how sorry he was for being such a jerk to me earlier!
I was so relieved! Our fight was over! He realized he'd over-stepped and now we could be okay again!
The man stood upright and took a step back, and I could clearly see him silhouetted against the window. He stood there, looking at me for a couple of long minutes. I looked back, no longer worried that Gerick knew I was awake, though it was dark enough he may not have seen my eyes were open. However, I didn't feel the need to say anything. I thought, “Thank you” in my mind and the man quietly went to the door and closed it softly behind himself.
I sat up in bed then, feeling so grateful. I heard the steps creak on the stairs as the man evidently went down. I figured Gerick was going to get a drink or snack or something. I decided to leave things be until morning. I was comfortable, and it appeared things were okay. As I began to drift off, I heard Gerick's dad come out of his room to use the bathroom next to my room and then return to his room. I never heard Gerick come back up the stairs though. I fell asleep before I heard him return, contented that all was well.
The next morning, I got up and felt great. I remembered the great tenderness with which I'd been tucked in and so when I went into Gerick's bedroom, I was expecting him to be all sorry and gentle like he was the night before…!
Imagine my surprise when what I got was a scowl and curt words! I looked at him, utterly bewildered by his shift backwards, “Well, what's wrong now?” I wailed. He was still upset about the night before. I then asked him why he changed his mind when he was so sorry last night!
Now he was confused! He said he wasn't sorry at all! I asked him why he came into my room to tuck me in last night, then?
At that point, Gerick looked at me like I was crazy. And I could tell he wasn't joking… He was still riled up and in NO mood to even touch me, let alone apologize! I slowly realized that the man in my room the night before wasn't Gerick. I already knew it wasn't his father, because after I heard the man go downstairs, Gerick's dad came out of his room a few minutes later to use the bathroom, and no one had come back UP the stairs…!
Then I realized the telepathic sympathy was too strong, clear, and unlike anything I'd ever had with Gerick! I felt so stupid! How could I mistake an encounter with a human-looking alien (or hybrid) for one with an abductee?!?! In retrospect, it was painfully obvious that no normal man had come into my room!
Because that was around the time I saw the Blond human-alien that later came to be called Ethan, I always assumed it was him. The encounter was so sweet that I must confess I got a little crush on him after that. There was compassion and kindness and tenderness completely unfaked, and it made me feel more kindly towards the human-looking ones.
It wasn't until years later that I learned the identity of the man who came into my room and tucked me in that night (you'll note a summation of this memory already there):
More here as well: http://spirals-end.livejournal.com/26371.html At Spiral’s End: What’s Left After the Paradigm Shatters is the personal paranormal blog of a woman that follows not only current odd events in her life, but recounts incidents from her past, including lifelong alien abductions, encounters with ghosts and other spiritual beings, and premonitions from either waking visions or dreams. She reacts and speculates about the deeper meaning behind these incidents and wonders– what is the ultimate reality or intelligence behind it all?