My Life As An Abductee

Last night, an email slipped into my in box. Sent my a person who called himself Gambit, I read it with growing fascination. Here is that email in almost its original state. I have corrected a few typos and I deleted a line or two that may have helped identify the submitter. What do you make of this?

To begin, let me first state up front that I’ve thought long and hard about putting pen to paper as it were. I’ve never shared this with anyone for obvious reasons, except a little with my wife.

Okay, now where to begin? I guess at my earliest memory. I was around 5 years old. I was a normal child with a great childhood. I was DEATHLY scared of the dark. So I had my little kid routines every night. As silly as they sound now, they helped me back then. I used to get in bed and put my head between 2 pillows, and sucked the covers in around me as tight as I could get.

We as kids were never allowed to watch ANYTHING horror related. And in the 70’s it wasn’t hard to shield your child if you were so inclined. So I knew nothing of ghosts, bigfoot, aliens etc… I guess that kind of sets the stage. Believe it or not but I’m making this very brief. I could fill books with all the information that I have stored in my memories. Haha

One evening when I was 5, I was laying in bed trying my best to go to sleep. I layed there for what seemed like a eternity. At some point I got up to go to the bathroom and looked at the clock. It was 2:45 am. That number has been burned into my brain, I guess because I’ve replayed this almost on a daily basis since then.

Anyway, I got back in bed and just as I got situated, my bedroom window lit up bright as the sun. This was back in the days of the aluminum blinds. My bedroom window faced the back yard. We had the largest lot in the neighborhood. Right behind our back fence began a small bayou, then woods.

Okay, so the window lights up. I figured my Dad had gone out back to check on animals. (We had a problem with Possums back then, and Dad would go out there from time to time to run them off.

So, I remember getting out of bed and walking over to my window. At the base of my window was a Raggedy Ann and Andy toy box. I climbed up to be high enough to look out of my window. When I peeked through, there was the light. it was bright as daylight but I don’t remember having to squint. Then there about 15 feet off the ground was a craft of some sort. It was massive. It was metallic but dull. Kind of oblong. And made NO noise. I froze looking at it. 

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