Two Yellow Spheres & Two Dark Men (April 1992)

A couple more strange things happened that late winter/early spring of 1992. Gerick and I were eager to have a place of our own, and I’m sure his parents realized that getting us out of the house would curb the activity disrupting their lives as well. When a rental came available in a house only a block or so away around the corner from his parents’ house, Gerick and I were happy to make the move.

It was in March that we got our first apartment together. It was barely affordable, and too big since we didn’t have much by way of furniture or belongings, but we didn’t care. We just wanted our own space! The apartment was the top floor of a converted house from the turn of the century, built around 1890 or so, in an almost ‘shotgun’ style– narrow with each room running into the next. There was a hall on the side of 3 rooms, and a stair to get downstairs, so it was a strange set up to my Western Coastal eyes, but I really loved the history of the older buildings. On this street, which was not so busy as the street Gerick’s parents lived upon, huge old trees lined the road on both sides, making things very picturesque and lovely.

Despite its age, I never felt the presence of any ghosts during the 3 months we lived there. I was shocked to learn how many old houses are haunted in Lancaster and Logan, OH, but that old house was delightfully peaceful and the only noises we ever heard were from our downstairs neighbors.

Except for one night…

We weren’t there very long, since we found a more affordable and modest apartment in another old house converted into apartments in May, but in the meantime there was one very memorable incident that proved the human-looking aliens were keeping tabs on us no matter where we lived!

It began that night when Gerick and I were in the kitchen after making dinner together. We were doing some dishes and talking when Gerick gasped that there were lights outside the windows! I looked quickly but barely saw something small and yellow flash up and out of sight. It was so fast I wasn’t sure what I saw. Gerick said it was two tennis ball sized yellow lights.

Our apartment was on the second floor, and the back yard was dark, next to and facing other back yards. There was a narrow alley in the back, but no parking or access to cars that would face headlights into our direction. Besides, Gerick said the lights were no more than a foot from the window.

I wondered about that, feeling a bit nervous, but we had to get ready for bed soon, since Gerick had to get up early for work the next day. Leaving only a small stove light on, the rest of the lights were turned off and we went all the way to the far side of the house to get ready for bed. The apartment had a large spacious daylight kitchen with windows across the entire back wall, then there was a narrow room off the kitchen that could be a study– but you had to walk through that to reach the hall with access to the bathroom at the top of the stairs or the red-carpeted bedroom, which was in front of the ‘study’. Then in the very front of the apartment was another room full of tall windows that would be used as the living room by most people. For us it was both living and bed room, since we didn’t have a bed yet. We were still sleeping on Gerick’s large L-shaped sofa.

I realized I wanted a drink before bed and so wandered back into the kitchen, only turning on one small light. I opened the fridge and grabbed a drink and when I turned around, I saw, to my surprise, one yellow light ball, followed by another, come down from the ceiling! As I watched the tennis ball sized glowing orbs, I realized they weren’t making any more light in the room, though they seemed make of light. I’d been seeing glowing orbs of various sizes since I was a kid. The yellow ones were often tennis-ball sized. Orange ones seemed to be beach-ball sized. White ones seemed the size of marbles. But it still shocked me to see these things just moving intelligently around the house. There were no thunder storms in the area– it wasn’t ball lightning or anything. The glowing balls were utterly silent and seemed to be remote viewing devices– or at least that was my suspicion. One thing I knew was that they only showed up when the aliens were around.

I called out to Gerick and he came running, but the balls, first one, then the other, went right back up and through the solid ceiling as if they were not made of any sort of solid material at all. I’d noted that from past encounters as well. Gerick didn’t see them, but I quickly described them coming right down into the kitchen from the ceiling and then going back up again. He believed me, and actually was relieved because now I had seen the two balls he’d seen earlier. They were definitely prowling around our apartment!

But then he just wanted to go to bed!

I was flabbergasted. I could never ‘surrender’ to sleep when I knew They were coming! How could he? But Gerick had developed a more congenial relationship with his group of abductors. He usually only saw the human looking ones since his late teens, and they were more gentle and less frightening, and he didn’t mind seeing them so much, so he was willing to go to bed.

Me–? Not so much. I was scared, and I knew I’d be sitting up in vigil through the night. I wouldn’t sleep a wink if I could help it. If I knew They were coming I would NOT be a easy target! When Gerick laid down to sleep and was soon out, I got a book and settled in against a pillow to read for hours, sipping a caffeinated drink to boot. The lights were all on in the living room while I slept and my boyfriend slept.

It was around 2 am and I was relaxed and deep into my book. I had actually stopped reading for a few minutes and was pondering some thoughts the story I read provoked, when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I was facing the doorway to the hall, so a quick flick of the eyes allowed me to note a dark figure, taller than Gerick, moving into the room and then stopping suddenly at the threshold. I barely looked up in time to see the dark-haired man pushed slightly forward, as if someone ran into him from behind, as if whoever was behind him did not expect to stop so suddenly. The man, dressed in almost skin tight black coveralls, quickly stepped backwards and turned, his arms going up to push someone behind him back down the hall. I heard a slight scuffle as this all happened before me.

I dropped the book and sat up, stunned. The man was wearing all black and he was slender, but he seemed totally human. A white man with black, short hair. The shadow behind him may have been another, shorter, man. But the hall was only lit by a dim nightlight (to get to the bathroom in the dark) so it was difficult to tell. No one had come up the stairs though, of that I was certain. The old stairs creaked, as did our front door. There was no way I would not have heard people coming up the stairs, so how did they show up so suddenly?

I should have been scared to death, but a strange, fierce energy filled me. An outrage at the trespass within my home. I shot to my feet, full of adrenaline and ready to rumble! I ran full speed across the room and followed the men down the hall!

By the time I reached the door, I knew where the two people had gone: they were in the side bedroom with the red carpeting that we never used. Why would they flee there? I wondered. I expected them to go down the stairs and out the front door! But I heard two hushed male voices talking to each other in that room, and I saw the door just slightly open itself wider as I reached the hall, as if I just missed someone going in. The voices were urgent and alarmed. Something had gone wrong– and I knew what… I wasn’t dreaming, just thinking, but I was awake and they weren’t expecting that. It wasn’t the first time I would shock the shit out of Gerick’s human-looking alien group. I came to see some faces more than once, and heard voices often enough they became familiar to me. One of those two men was the being I started thinking of as Gerick’s Dark Doppleganger, because he looked a great deal like Gerick, only with black hair and with tilted, slightly larger than normal eyes. His voice was even like Gerick’s only deeper.

In any event, I didn’t hesitate, I yelled for Gerick to wake up at the same moment I reached my hand through the doorway of the bedroom to flick the light on!

………..and no one was there!

That was impossible! I quickly checked the closet, as there was no furniture to hide behind. Then I ran to the hallway and turned the lights on and raced to the bathroom, the study, the kitchen– no one, no one, no one! Gerick finally came out and asked what the hell was wrong and I explained that two men were just in the house. They went into the bedroom and just vanished!

They weren’t ghosts either. Their clothing wasn’t anything I’d ever seen anyone wear– the closest thing would be a thin kind of wet suit. The yellow balls, followed by the disappearing visitors, was too obviously a different flavor of paranormal.

Gerick double checked everything before going back to sleep, and I finally was able to sleep, fitfully, only after the sun rose the next morning and I heard neighbors getting up for the day and heard traffic in the streets. Nothing is more eerie than facing oddities during the dark silence of night, all alone– even if only by virtue of being the only one awake!

I think that was the first time I saw the Dark Doppleganger Guy, if you don’t count the silhouette I saw in the room that tucked me in (I was told later that was him as well.) It was only a glimpse long enough to get the barest of impressions, but later meetings confirmed it was the same guy. At that time, it was just the height, build, hair, and sound of his voice that came across.

One thing was obvious from this encounter, as from a few others. The Others are in such a hurry that they can make some pretty big mistakes. They seem to monitor our thoughts and think its safe to come for us once we’re asleep. Gerick taught me that you could simply get real relaxed and jumble your thoughts, sing some songs in your head, etc– and it mimics a dreaming state closely enough that they can’t tell the difference and you can catch them walking right in on you if you’re brave enough to do such a thing. I didn’t mean to, but I was tired and my mind was wondering from the book I’d been reading. When one of Them walked in and saw I was still awake, he evidently stopped, got run into by the guy behind him, turned, shoved that guy up the hall, and they ducked into the bedroom and then dematerialized somehow. “Beam me up, Scotty?” I guess so!

The whole incident gave me much to think about for years. 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?