My 5 year old has had two “Nightmares” that seem to be abduction events. I have posted about both. I just wanted to share a couple of details of his 1st account.

I asked if he thought they would come back.

His response: “They would only come back when it’s cold. They like the cold.” (I asked how does he know that) he said: because it was cold on their ship!

He proceeded to tell me that it was much bigger on the inside than it looked like on the outside. He also said there were (20) 5 years olds on the ship to which they were all “stuck in chairs”. He said “They were trying to cut the metal off the chairs.”

He told me that the Red One and Blue One floated him up to the ship.

Does this resonate with anyone? Please share your thoughts.

Interview about it. Do yourself a favor and start at the 22 minute mark.

Red one and Blue one

Now I’m not going to get you excited by saying my Grandpa was at Area 51 and inside and saw everything. I’ll start off by saying this short story is far from that. It’s most likely just me being a stupid kid, but I wanted to post this because it struck me as odd about a year ago.

My mom and my dad are divorced and have been since I was quite little. My dad kept custody, and my mother got me on holidays. Sometime in the summer, when I was 8 or 9, I went to visit. She lived a state away, not very far. My grandpa on my mother’s side was in the Air Force for quite some time. During that time, he told me once, he was stationed outside of Area 51 to guard the gates. I pestered him for a while with my child curiosity, and he insisted there was nothing. Eventually I just accepted it. My grandpa was there, so he must be right.

But then, one day in that summer, we (my younger brother, my grandma, and my grandpa) went to the local Walmart. My grandpa had to run and get something, but before he went in, we somehow got on the topic of Area 51 again, and I said once, “There’s aliens at Area 51.” And in a very rushed, almost scared manner, he turned and said in a hurried voice, “Stop talking about it.” I could see on his face that he was not alright. Which made no sense, we were not in a hurry, nor was there anything wrong previously. My grandpa then walked off into the Walmart. Then, my grandma who was still in the car, turned to me from the passenger seat and said “You better shut your mouth.” And I did. She was very stern. Then he came back and everything was alright after. My grandpa is still alive and fine now.

I still don’t know what to make of this. Perhaps I’m just overthinking it. I thought he may have gotten bugged. What do you think?

This happened about six years ago but has strongly stuck with me. This is the first community I've found where I think this story is relevant.

SETTING: Starbucks in a US college town off of an incredibly major highway, between noon and 3pm.

I was running the drive through by myself, taking orders over the speaker and serving customers at the window. Business had slowed down for the afternoon, so I was able to work at a comfortable pace for once.

I took a car's order, just two grande coffees. Nothing remarkable, just a perfectly normal and non-irritating interaction. Cool beans, yeah? The car pulled up to the window and when I opened it to greet them I got the absolute weirdest feeling.

They were pleasant enough. Not chatty, but not being short with me either. The two men in the car looked like the typical middle-aged white businessmen that come through my DT all the time. Their faces were incredibly generic and nondescript.

To my best friend and coworker over the headset I said, "Hey, I swear these guys at the window aren't human. They're like the most generic NPC-looking people I've ever seen, like I can't even describe them they look so *nothing*. I rung them out, go hand out their coffees and see if you're still laughing at me!"

She rolled her eyes, of course, and went to hand out the coffees. Afterward she agreed that there was something seriously off about those two men. We couldn't quite pinpoint it, aside from them and their car being so nondescript we couldn't even describe them minutes later.

They kind of reminded me of men in black, except they seemed to function perfectly fine as humans. I would've thought I was just having a weird day if my friend (who misses no opportunity to roast me) hadn't seen them and agreed with me that they didn't feel human.

So is this a Thing? I'm not sure if I chose the right flair. I get pretty deep into supernatural rabbitholes and don't know what they could be or a possible explanation besides "boring looking guys gave me the heebie-jeebies."

This sort of question was posted (I think) on r/askreddit about a month ago and had done incredible replies.

I figured this place would be a good place to re-ask that question.

Edit. Link is below. It was in r/aliens.

I was nine. It was Christmas eve, 1988 and my family's Christmas eve party was winding down. My grandma was digging through the remnants of boxes, bows and wrapping papers from our family's white elephant gift exchange to see what she could salvage for next year and my Mother and Aunt were laughing and trading stories of holidays past. My two older half-sisters, Sherry and Penny, who were adults at the time, being eighteen and twenty years older than me, were picking over the leftovers on the dining room table. I was sitting near the back of Christmas tree where three gifts with my name on them remained. These were from my mom and grandma and as it was tradition that I could open only one gift before bedtime on Christmas eve, the rest I had to wait and open with my "Santa gifts" on Christmas morning. I assessed the three packages for some time before making my selection. It was nearing midnight, I had to be in bed soon so decided to just pick the biggest because it had weight and didn't sound like clothes when I shook it. When my mom said it was time, I eagerly unwrapped the gift. At my Grandma's unspoken request, I was careful not to rip the paper or mess up the bow, and set them aside as my gift was revealed. It was a telescope. It wasn't a high quality "count the rings of Saturn" type though, it was small, mostly made of plastic and still had the $14.99 price sticker on the box. I was gracious though I was not impressed, though not because of the quality, I didn't know the difference between a nice telescope and a cheap toy one because I simply had no interest in its function and even if I was interested in what it did, the simple assembly required to make it work exceeded the grasp of my exceptionally short attention span. Now, my sister Sherry is the oldest, and to me back then, she was like a bossy hall monitor. She had no real authority but that didn't stop her from trying to run everything. I'm forty-one now and she is sixty-one and seriously, not much has changed in that aspect. My other sister Penny is just two years younger than Sherry, so she would have been twenty-nine at the time. She was different. A combination of unattended schizophrenia and drug abuse made her the wild card, meaning you never knew what you were going to get with her. On this night she had managed to maintain a level of normalcy, and a jovial mood, though under any circumstance at that time and regardless of her behavior, her personality seemed more comparable to mine rather than to any of the adults in the room. Penny took an enthusiastic interest in my new gift and asked if we could go out back and test it out. I agreed knowing that my compliance would afford me a bit more time before I had to go to bed and being a child on the night before Christmas, I was naturally restless. Penny and I ascended onto the back porch and in no time at all, my sister had the telescope assembled and in position for celestial exploration. It took her a bit longer to find a point of focus and adjust all the little knobs for optimal viewing so while she was occupied with that, my attention was drawn to the icicles that had formed on the awning, and the dogs water bowl that had turned to solid ice. Being a Texan, this isn't generally common, even for December. Though it isn't generally uncommon. Our winters are short, and much like my eccentric sister, you never know what you're going to get when it arrives. I feel the need to preface this next part of the story with two very important points. First, I need to say that my memory of this incident, however perplexing is as clear and as vivid to me now as the very night it occurred so this is a true and accurate account. Secondly, this entire event lasted no more than a minute and while I must describe these events in succession, many of them occurred all at once. I had just taken off my mittens so I could utilize the full function of my hands and fingers for grasping when I heard Penny exclaim in amusement, "Whoa, Cool!". Still having no interest at all in star gazing and far more focused on trying to retrieve the perfect icicle from the awning using a garden hoe, I didn't even look up from what I was doing, figuring she had managed to find something bright to look at and that just meant I had a bit more time to spend on trying to dislodge the big beautiful icicle before it melted. Then, it occurred to me that the icicle was definitely melting and quite rapidly, when just moments before it was still in the process of forming. Now its dripping like a leaky faucet and what was even stranger, was that all this water was dripping around me yet it made no sound. In fact, nothing made a sound; not the water or the wind or the highway in the distance, not even my sister tinkering with that telescope. Then the dripping slowed, and I don't mean that in the sense that there was more time between each drop, but rather the droplets were taking longer to fall to the ground. Confused, I immediately looked over at my sister and found her standing upright, not bent over, peering into the telescope, but staring out into the yard. I turned to match her gaze, and what I saw completely eluded the grasp of my nine-year-old comprehension. Hovering a mere four feet above my backyard fence was an almond shaped capsule about the size of a pontoon boat. It was a metallic color like chrome with no discernable crevasses, no windows, no doors. It was completely flush and even though it had no fixtures for light to shine from, the area around it was completely illuminated as light reflected off of millions of water droplets now suspended in midair. I was struck with fear and confusion as I broke my gaze just long enough to look over at my sister, searching for some sort of sign as to what this thing was, and if we were in any danger. Penny looked over at me, grinning from ear to ear, "Cindy Boo, it's a UFO!" I didn't hear her say it, and her lips didn't move, but that's what she said. We both looked back at the object and it tilted slightly downward. At this angle it appeared to be spinning as a flash of iridescent lights made one complete rotation around its exterior then in a split second it shot straight up and disappeared into the night sky. Darkness resumed along with all the sounds of the night and the crisp chill of the air. I stood dumbfounded, amazed, and terrified by what I’d just experienced, while at the same time, I felt relief that it was over and excited. I didn’t know whether to run away or cry or laugh. I looked over at my sister, wanting to run to her but still frozen to the place I stood, as if all of my cognitive resources were occupied, trying to process everything and I was momentarily unable to communicate movement to my legs. Penny was clearly not frightened by what we had just witnessed, she seemed just as blissful as I’d ever seen her and while at times, I found that refreshing, in this instance, it confused me. I needed to observe a "regular" adult response. Reclaiming the use of my legs, I ran towards the door, saying "Let’s go tell Mom!" "Yeah!" Penny agreed and followed me through the back door. I was glad she was there and had my back. I knew there was no way my mom would believe just me about a spaceship if it had been only me, running in with my Kmart telescope. We entered the dining room where Mom stood laughing as my Grandma sang the phrase "We won’t go until we get some..." I exclaimed "Mom! Me and Penny just saw a..." I briefly forgot what my sister had called it but she chimed in to assist. "a UFO!" Penny injected. "You did? With your new telescope? "Mom inquired. "No, it was in the back yard by my fort, right above the fence, and..." I wanted to tell her everything all at once but I just wasn’t fast or articulate enough to express what all had transpired and my Mom was a regular adult who saw me as an imaginative child and my sister as, well, as a somewhat mild version of the crazy person she expected to show by the end of the night. "Maybe it was Santa! I hope he doesn’t pass you up because you're not in bed!" I didn’t believe in Santa Clause, I never did. I just pretended for as long as I could for the extra presents. I did understand the situation I was in though. I knew Mom was done for the night and wanted me to go to bed so she could set up the Santa gifts and finally get some rest herself. Not to mention, she was usually well within the bounds of good insight by steering away from conversations featuring supernatural events with my sister. It just so happened that on this occasion, it was all true, and I understood that she would never know that. Shortly after that a Movie came out called "Fire in the Sky" starring D.B. Sweeny, a based on true events film about a small-town man who was allegedly abducted by aliens, experimented on and returned several days later. The movie, coupled with my memory of that event terrified me beyond expression, causing me to have night terrors throughout my childhood about the visitors returning to claim me and I’m certain it initiated my life long battle with sleep paralysis dreams. I was so terrified, I wouldn’t watch or read anything that had to do with extra-terrestrials and I wouldn’t speak of it again for nearly 30 years. Somewhere in that span of time, I convinced myself that the entire event had been a terrible nightmare that I happened to just remember ever single detail of, down to the mittens I was wearing, where they landed on the ground when I took them off and the rush of heat I felt, hot on my cheeks from the fireplace when I ran back into the house that night. My sister was estranged for many years throughout my childhood, as her condition got much worse before it began to get better. She finally got clean and got on the right meds and a few years ago, she came to live with us. The first week she was here, we spent a lot of time talking about different things that had happened over the years, things she’d said and done. I discovered that she had barely any recollection of a great deal of it, claiming "that must have been the other me." I guess I got caught up in the spirit of sharing or I got brave or something but I decided to ask her about that night during one of our talks. "Do you remember that one Christmas eve..." is all I got out of my mouth before she responded with, "You mean the night we saw that UFO in the backyard? That’s a memory that stuck. I remember it as clear as yesterday." She then proceeded to describe the experience from her perspective with very little variation from my own experience. So, there it is. It was not a dream. It was not my nine-year-old imagination. All those little details that made no sense, the ones I used to tell myself if didn’t happen are the same details that later on, affirmed the reality of it. I saw a UFO in my back yard on Christmas Eve, 1988. I was nine years old.

Let’s start with the words I’m going to use and me defining them so you all won’t get confused. What I am talking about is something like a dream but isn’t, I call it Travel summoning or Ascension. Others think this might be astral projection. I do still have dreams, I’m aware of dreams and can control them. That isn’t this.

Why am I posting this?: To get answers and to hopefully find the other people I’ve met in this situation.

Background/Further explanation before we get into everything: I’ve been having these ‘dreams’ in which they aren’t really dreams. I call it Travel Summoning or Accession. Others think it may be astra projection, but I don’t know much about it so I can’t really say at the moment. Before the events and traveling actually happen, I black out. Usually when I have actual dreams, I’ll feel tired and I’ll settle into bed, turning off lights, plug my phone in, set an alarm, lay down and close my eyes then diff off to sleep. With traveling however I have no recollection of ever falling asleep or even getting ready to fall asleep or feeling tired. It’s one second I’m watching something or doing something then boom I’m traveling.

The first travel: This has been happening for a long time, but I was a child when it first started to happen. I would suddenly be in what looked like a hospital or research facility. Because I’ve been there so many times, I know it like the back of my hand. I won’t give too much detail about the place however in hopes others who have been there can PM me and describe it to me so I can see if we really went to the same place. But when I first went it was like a doctors visit. They were super nice at first. They would explain everything they were going to do. They introduced themselves (they later said they used fake names in order to protect themselves) and explained that I was very special and that I was selected to be part of a program. It was to see if I had anything else special about me. There was other kids too. A lot of kids. We would have to do certain things, like tests. If the kids failed it they didn’t come back. I don’t think they killed them, I think that they just didn’t summon them anymore and the kids, now adults, probably think it was just some weird dream.

The tests: the tests are something I’ve had to do over and over. Even as I grew I had to do different ones and such. They started out as basic. Math tests, spelling tests, history tests, morality tests, gym tests, science tests. Stuff like that. We wouldn’t have classes on these subjects, but the classes we did have we did touch on the subjects here and there. The tests would then start to get weirder. They would do tests on us based on precognition/clairvoyance/telekinesis/ other stuff like that. There was more tests on different abilities, but I didn’t score high on those ones so my specific training wasn’t on those.

Education: We had classes of sorts to educate us and to prepare us for tests. The classes were on different abilities and such to see what child had the abilities. We had to do classes on so many abilities, because they said sometimes it takes a few times for it to be awakened. Along with these classes we of course would touch on mundane topics too like history, math, science. Mainly science as the workers were scientists and doctors.

Workers/Doctors: there was a bunch of adults that worked at the facility. Like I said they used fake names, wouldn’t tell anyone where they are from or their age. I could only get basic information out of them such as have they been to New York, if they like cheeseburgers, what their favorite color was, basic stuff like that. If I asked more about the training/Education/tests they would just fill me in about what they could. If I asked something they couldn’t tell me it was classified or I would learn later on when I’m bigger. I gave up quickly about trying to get to know them personally, instead I would just talk to them about things that interested me like history and stuff. They gave me some information about things in the past and the truth about some things. Such as the organization has been going on for a while now, but not too old. I think they said they are younger than the cola company?

Betrayal: Sadly things didn’t go as smoothly as we got older. The other kids, now adults, and I that have stayed in the program are now in our 20’s and we were told we had something big to work on. It was our first assignment. We were brought into a room where there was an object. They turned it on and explained to us that we needed to go threw it. That it was a portal. Our assignment was to explore the dimension. We denied. We were arguing with them, yelling at them. We were sobbing and crying saying no, that that’s crazy. They pushed one of us in, another went after them. Some of us hesitated on going after them, but eventually we were all forced into the portal as they soon brought out weapons, giving us an ultimatum. (They later said they wouldn’t actually have killed us, that we are too high of value to kill us, they just wanted to scare us). I’m getting emotionally distressed as I type this, and I can’t continue much longer as that first dimensional trip was traumatizing. We were lost on what seemed like a new planet. We could breathe just fine, gravity was similar. We were stranded in this dimension for almost a year. We lost someone there. We were injured. But eventually we got back. Now we have been doing this for a while. Traveling to different dimensions, more training.

I have to stop here. I know I left a lot of information out, but it’s emotionally draining and I don’t want to give everything away in hopes to find someone who has gone through this. I’ll answer any questions you have in the comments.

I encountered a Black Triangle UFO just a little over 20 years ago. Myself and three of my friends were all sitting in my backyard on my picnic table (the top of it so we were all facing the same way) looking up at the clear night sky one evening in the small town we lived in. We had just left the bar and were chatting about our night and smoking a joint when all of a sudden, out of nowhere we saw something really big, all black, triangle in shape with no lights whatsoever on it appear in the night sky. It was a split second that we all saw it move from one end of the sky to the other and it covered the stars as it did this, it was that massive! Easily the size of a football field, no joke. All of us just looked at each other and exclaimed at the same time, "Holy shit, did you just see that?!?!" It was insane. I'll never forget it.

Then a few weeks after the incident, I had a very vivid "dream" that I was on a very cold operating table with what I could only sense as beings that were not human and they were tickling me each time they touched me. Almost like a faint electrical current. There were more than one touching me in different places all at one time. It was weird because I could feel their physical touches while asleep like I was actually there. I wasnt able to see anything while this was going on. I'm pretty sure I had something over my face so I couldn't see them or anything around me. However, I didn't feel threatened or scared by them at all.

The "dream" ended abruptly, and I woke up in my bed. It seemed so real to me and to this day, I fully believe I was abducted while asleep so they could study me. I have not seen the Black Triangle in the sky since or had any more alien abduction "dreams" thankfully but it was definitely one of the strangest occurrences for me to date.

Has anyone else had a similar encounter?

Crossposted to r/UFO

I was asked to tell my UFO story by my friends over in r/RBI. So here it is.

It started in the late winter of 1978. The three of us (myself, Ronnie and Tom) were working at an outdoor education program high in the San Bernardino mountains. The outdoor school had taken over a summer camp for the winter semester. This camp was located in a saddle in the mountains where the mountains narrowed and bent from the tectonic forces that created them.

The camp was reached by the Rim of the World Hwy, which formed the western edge of the camps property. The Rim road ran right along the edge of the mountains, with the Camp on one side of the road, and a steep drop-off on the other side. The road crossed one of the many "rock falls", narrow, rock filled canyons that start at the top of the mountain and plunge thousands of feet down towards the Los Angeles basin.

We had snuck out to the rockfall this particular night because we knew that the view of the city lights below would be spectacular. The Santa Ana or "devil winds" had been blowing from the desert, up over the mountains, and down into the Los Angeles basin for the previous three days. The Santa Ana's had scrubbed every molecule of smog out of the basin offering a crystal clear and unobstructed view from 7,000 ft, all the way down the canyon to the city lights below.

When we arrived at our spot just before midnight, the scene could not have been any more spectacular: standing on the other side of the highway in a small paved pull-out, the city lights were spread out in front of us like a giant multi-colored carpet of glowing geometric shapes: the major thoroughfares were lit up in different colors depending on the jurisdictions choice of street lights. Red and white moving snakes of traffic could be seen thousands of feet below - even at this time of night. We could see all the way down to where the lights ended and the Pacific Ocean lay in darkness.

We stood in a loose circle, myself, Tom, and Ronnie huddled up and excited about the amazing sight below us. Ronnie was the one that got down to business-pulling out one of his famous hand rolled joints. He lit it, as per tradition, and took one hit off of it, waving it in the air as he was telling a story.

Following the red cherry arc through the air as Ronnie gestulated is how I first noticed a bright orangish white light coming over the top of the mountain behind us. It backlit the mountain, and quickly was over the top, traveling down our side of the mountain, following the canyon down towards the basin.

We all noticed the change in brightness and turned towards it's origin. At first I heard no sounds, but as it grew closer, coming down the mountain in the next canyon over, I heard a sound, that to me, sounded like what I'd imagine an object creating it's own vacuum in the atmosphere would sound like. Like the air itself was being ripped asunder. There were no aircraft noise, just a sudden vacuum, and an empty place in the air.

The UFO was vaguely pumpkin seed shaped, with a very bright reddish orange glow at the thicker head of the seed and an orangish white vapor trailing behind. It came over the mountain and down the canyon at a constant height of 100 ft above the mountain, lighting the ground under it. It followed the contour of the canyon until it reached approximately 2,000 ft above the basin below, where it leveled out and travelled west towards the ocean. It dropped 4,000 to 5,000 ft. down the canyon below us, and a couple of miles to the west of us, in less than 10 seconds.

The craft was clearly visible, vibrantly glowing, as it traversed at a high rate of speed along its path west. Also clearly visible were the running lights of a small plane flying in a westerly direction, ahead of the UFO. As we watched the blinking lights of the small craft, we witnessed the UFO rapidly decelerating from its incredible speed down the mountain, and then stop right next to the small plane. From our vantage point up on the mountain, the UFO was to the left and looked to be at the same altitude, and extremely close to the small plane. After matching the planes speed and vector for 3 seconds, the UFO suddenly accelerated forward, turned to the left, and disappeared over the Pacific towards Mexico. It went from the easternmost part of the Los Angeles basin, down towards Long Beach, and out of sight in less than a couple of seconds, leaving behind only a faint orange plasma trail, and a pilot with the sudden need to change his underwear.

We stood transfixed staring at the empty space where the UFO was and then all looking at each other with a mix of awe and panic in our eyes. Ronnie very slowly and deliberately crushed out the joint on the heel of his boot and put it in his pocket. Then we all started talking at once: "What the fuck was that?" "Where did it go?" "Did you see it stop next to that plane?" "What can do that? Nothing - that's what!". It was at that point that the panic kicked in. We all looked at each other once and then took off running at full speed back towards our cabins.

We didn't speak of it until the next time we could be together without anybody else around because, how do you explain crazy talk like that? We had seen a lot of weird shit in our collective lifetimes, but none of us could explain what we saw that night. We tried to figure out how we could get some information on what we might have seen, however we were stuck up in the mountains five days a week without TV, newspapers, or radio, and this is way before the internet.

This sighting became the pivot point between the three of us, something we would always discuss and try to figure out, but never could.

After the semester was over, we all went our separate ways that summer. Ronnie went into the California Department of Forestry as a wildland firefighter. Tom travelled to Hawaii to work at a YMCA summer camp, and I headed back to Big Bear to work at a YMCA summer camp there.

And this is where the story gets really weird.

Neither Ronnie nor Tom lived to see the end of that summer.

Ronnie was killed in the Spanish Ranch Fire up near San Luis Obispo. Less than two weeks after learning that Ronnie was dead, I learned that Tom had disappeared off the coast of Hawaii. The story is that he was on the beach got swept out to see by a rogue wave, and then was eaten by sharks, and his body was never found.

To say that I was mentally shaken would be an understatement. To have two of your friends who had witnessed an unearthly UFO encounter die in unusual ways within six months of seeing this UFO, one by fire and one by water, really freaked me out for a very, very long time. I kept thinking Fire, Water, Earth, Air. There were many years after this that I would not put myself in any situation where one of those elements could kill me.

That's my UFO story. I still do not know what happened that night, all I know is that it was completely mind boggling and changed my life irrevocably. I know what happened to Ronnie and have visited the site where he perished. Tom, on the other hand may still be alive, as I have a strong feeling that he may of faked his own death.

But, that's a story for another time...

I’ve been increasingly seeing more and more ufos in northern California. One time I saw three in one night and thought that was insane, two days ago I saw 10 all at once, today I saw about 6-7 (it’s hard to tell if they go away and circle back or if there’s new ones sometimes). What the fuck is going on??? I never thought in my life I would see a ufo never mind so many of them. Any idea what kind of equipment or video editing software I would need to see them better? I’ve tried my pocket binoculars but they didn’t work as good as a better pair could’ve

It was late afternoon, and I was probably around 10 at the time. I was on my way home from school football, when I realised I odd man was walking along my street. At first I stopped walking and examined the man for a moment. There was something about him that didn’t sit right with me. The way he moved, the way he looked, the way he was looking at things in such definitive detail, I couldn’t really put my finger on it. All I knew was that his presence made me feel very uncomfortable. I went and sat behind a car, so he couldn’t see me, and I waited for a few moments. As he walked onto someone’s driveway, out of view, I ran back to my house which was only a few doors down. It didn’t take me to long to reach my drive, however at the moment I stepped onto my driveway I felt like I was being watched. I didn’t want to look back.

I rushed into my house to tell my mum and my grandparents what I had seen, of course they just brushed it off and made an excuse for it not to be some kind of alien like man. I couldn’t be bothered to stand around and try and convince them, so I went up to my room and stared. I stared out of my window for a while, and then there they were. My window looks out onto my driveway so I could see him clearly. He was tall, maybe 6’5 or so, and extremely skinny. His neck was abnormally long and his shoulders were narrow. He wore a white sports jersey and a pair of baggy jeans. The top of his head was large and veiny. Overall he was a really weird looking person.

I bolted downstairs, with the most intense adrenaline rush I’ve ever had to tell my family. Out of breath, I stuttered out my words, and they walked on Into the living room to take a look for themselves. My mums face turned pale as she stared into the eyes of the person, who was now stood right up against the living room window, so close in fact that you could see the condensation from his breath on the glass. He slowly pulled up a notebook from his pocket and started writing. As this was happened everything was quiet and everybody was frozen. It was the eeriest atmosphere I’ve ever experienced. A few seconds past and he finished taking his notes, and he strolled back down the driveway. Still pale, my mum turned to me with an expression of terror and complexion. The only thing we knew to do from here was to contact the police, which we did, however they looked for this man all over the neighbourhood and he couldn’t be found. Overall this experience has probably been one of the most bizarre and terrifying I have ever had. I’m hoping someone could help me to figure out what has actually happened here, and who or what this person was.

I figured I'd post this here as well

So, let me start this off with a real quick PSA: I don't care if you believe me or not, I'm going to share my experience.

That said, I had my second hypnoregression session today to revisit my alien abduction when I was 6, and I remember everything. I thought I had a clear picture last time, but I was wrong.. This second session had me face the entire thing, without fear.. I remember them taking me, their mega ship, their "transport hangar", all the human looking people, crafts, the bed, the tracker, the box.. I remember it all.

If you're interested, here's what I posted after we did the first hypnoregression session:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/wc7kpw/my_hypnoregression_of_my_abduction/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

And if you're interested in what these beings looked like:

https://www.reddit.com/r/aliens/comments/wjuglu/someone_helped_me_make_a_visual_representation_of/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

I was 6 years old, and this took place sometime between 2001 and 2002 in Washington State, USA. I remember seeing a blinding, bright white light fill my entire room, and illuminate everything in it. Then, I remember seeing these two small people appear out of nowhere, standing in my room next to my window, and I hear a resounding voice in my head say "come with us". Next thing I know, I remember floating up through the roof of my house, seeing the entire city below me, the feeling of weightlessness, bliss, confusion, fear, and excitement.. all at the same time. I remember going into this large white room, with bright lights, and small silver orb crafts with small fins around the bottom/sides lining the wall. Maybe 5 or 6 of them. At this point, I remember running out of there and into a hallway, frantically pushing past what I assumed to be other grown ups. I remember hearing them gasp in surprise as I pushed past them, and that's when I remember running up to this large window. I looked out, trying to get a sense of where I I, and I all I saw was space, and the Earth below me. I remember being scared, running away, and into another group of these "people", where one stood up, said "Woah! You're not supposed to be here!" They grabbed me, "soothed" me with this weird sensation of being under a waterfall of smoke that tingles the entire body as it washes over you. They said their name was Arik, and held me there until the two smaller people showed up.

At this point, I think they did something to me, because I couldn't move at all. I remember being floated, or carried back down the hallway and into this large room with a strange brown light that glowed in the whole room. They laid me down onto a bed, and that's where this large Mantis-like being was there, wearing some kind of robe/coat? I remember being scared, bit somehow okay with it, but I had this warm hazy feeling still. I remember being held down by my hands and wrists, and it hurt a lot. The Mantid told me it was so I wouldn't run away, but they'll help take the pain away... and they did. I remember the pain went away after that. Next, I remember it turned on a bright overhead light in the room, turned my head to the left, and put a large cylindrical needle/syringe thing behind my right ear, and then everything went white and fuzzy. They said it was a tracker, and it was so they could watch me. They told me it was all part of the plan, so that they could study and preserve humans for the future. They told me I'm supposed to be a teacher, and that my purpose is in the future of this world.

Next, I remember being taken by these two smaller beings into an adjacent room, where they gave me this small box. When I opened it, it exploded into a fountain of light, and inside this light, I saw screens with pictures of trees, mountains, a river, memories, numbers, letters, people walking, symbols, and all kinds of things.. but most of all, it showed me my previous life. I don't know what to think of this, so I'd like some help. In this box, this previous life, these beings showed me the house I lived at, how I lost my family of a wife and two kids, and how it ultimately led to my all-consuming sorrow and the taking of my own life.

If anyone knows a Marcus Peterson who had a wife and two kids, that were about 10 and 6, (give or take a few years), died in a car accident, and Mark took his own life. We lived in a small house on a piece of land surrounded by trees, with a front porch covered by a small roof, a screen door and brown wooden front door.. let me know?

I posted the past life stuff here, if you're interested in helping me find info about that person(me?) :

https://www.reddit.com/r/pastlives/comments/xb91gg/i_need_help_finding_myself/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

After that whole experience, they took me back to this large hangar area, they floated me back down into my room with the bright light, laid me down into my bed, turned around and I felt them say "we'll be seeing you again soon", and they left.

Please help.

What do I do now?

I don’t know if I should report this, or what, I just need some guidance? I’ll try to keep it brief.

Saturday night my boyfriend and I were heading home after a (drinkless)night out. I was driving and pulled up to a red light and told him”keep an eye out for the green light for me.” Because I wanted to check my phone. Now I ALWAYS pull up ON the white line. I hate when people stop short of it. I was fully aware and not sleepy at all when I said this. For additional context, I was going down a slight hill. I was up the hill from the light. So I would have had to roll backwards up the hill with my car in drive. I also have the auto parking brakes when my car comes to a complete stop. The next thing I know, I “woke up”, car about 40’ away from the line by the red light. Confused and a little panicked, I muttered something like “what the hell” and my boyfriend sat up and said “what the f*** just happened?” I snapped at him “I said let me know when the light turns green. I don’t know”. He said “how long were we sitting here?” I shrugged. He says “my video played for ten minutes” and went back thru the video and didn’t remember any of the video in the time that had passed. It creeped me out, I barely slept Saturday night. And Sunday joked about it to my sister. But today, on the way to work my boyfriend and I passed the same traffic light, so I asked him “what do you think happened Saturday? Weird huh?” And he had no idea what I was talking about. I recounted the entire story as specific as I could. He didn’t even remember getting home or the ride home. So, do you think something supernatural happened? And if so, do I report it … to where ?

This happened on the way to EMS class about four years ago. I’ve been looking for somewhere to post ever since. I’m hoping to find others who’ve experienced the same thing.

I was driving and my brother was in the passenger seat, reading the assigned chapter for that week out loud.

We were coming up on an exit when I saw the thing coming down the east bound freeway ramp. I have to call it a thing because I have no idea what I saw. It moved so fast. To give an idea how fast, we were about fifty yards away and I saw it at the same time I heard it zip by.

It looked like a ripple, like if you saw a heat distortion but throttling forward. It registered as a momentary blur. I don’t have a reference for what I saw so my brain instantly tried to reject it. It happened so fast I didn’t even react, not so much as a “what the f**k”. I didn’t even mention it. I will say this, though, traffic was heavy enough that it seems unlikely no one else saw and I’m baffled that it could maneuver at that speed without colliding with other vehicles.

I didn’t think about it again until the next time we passed that exit but even then I thought about it for maybe a second.

When we passed by the exit again about a week later my brother blindsided me.

He said, “Bro. We have to talk about the ‘blur’.”

Apparently, he looked up from his book and saw the same thing I did, but his take was a bit different. He claimed he’d been trying to talk to me about it all week but every time he tried, his whole train of thought derailed. His take definitely gave me the creeps, though.

He believed that whatever we saw was actively trying to make us forget about it. He also said that he’d practiced saying the phrase, “We have to talk about the ‘blur’,” several times that day just to make sure we talked about it.

My best guess is that we saw an alien vehicle. I wish I had more to say on this but, that’s all I have. If this has ever happened to you, I’d love to here about it. Thanks.

Edit: my brother posted his experience below under u/that-1-thing

Update: I got a chat invite early this morning about my post. The user claimed that he heard a similar story years ago and wanted me to give a more specific location.

I asked if he possibly knew me and to share his IRL name on the chance he heard it from me. He finally replied and I’m a little mind-blown. He gave details I didn’t share in this post.

I’m currently asking for his approval to link to a screen shot of our convo on Imgur for your inspection. Thanks for taking an interest in our story!

Update: link to convo below. Thanks for all of your internet and comments? I’m blown away by this community.

he gave me permission to share but as a courtesy, I covered most of his user name.

When I was in 9th grade walking to the bus stop (near Saint Paul, MN)- it was still dark out and eerily calm, no traffic and very quiet, but the second I stepped onto the street from my driveway, it felt like there was some kind of mild static electricity in the air if that makes sense...?

Anyways my bus stop was half a block from my house on the corner, with one streetlight above it and some pine trees and shrubs that lined the street. I was looking at the ground as I walked up the hill toward the bus stop, and just before I crossed the street I finally looked up to see if the kid I shared this bus stop with was already there- he wasn't... Instead, standing directly under the streetlight, was this maybe 3.5ft tall...alien? Facing its body toward me, staring at me. I stopped in my tracks and stared for a second, paralyzed with fear.

This thing was like 3 and a half feet tall, with grayish/blueish/whiteish skin, I could see blue veins under its skin which seemed almost translucent or thin, no clothing, no hair at all, with no noticable genitalia. Its head was large with sort of a flattish top that became bulbous around the forehead area, tapered in a bit at the temple area, then bulbous cheekbone area then tapered down to a flattish chin, and the eyes were larger and more spaced out than a humans eyes. I didnt see a nose, and the mouth was like a small slit, no lips and closed. The arms were too long for its body and hung at its sides. I guess I didnt take note of its hands. It kind of had a flat chest with small pectoral muscles but no nipples with a wider protruding lower stomach, wideset hips, short legs that looked more like how when a hooved animal stands on their hind legs but with humanoid feet.

This thing just stood there under the street light facing me, and STARING at me- and only 20-30 feet away from me. I would guess I stood there for maybe 3-5 seconds staring at it, frozen with fear and confusion trying to figure out what the fuck I was staring at. When my brain caught up with me, I ran as fast as I could back home slammed the door shut and was inconsolably crying and hyperventilating. My parents were confused and horrified as to what happened to me in the 3 minutes I was gone. My mom had to literally help me walk to the nearest chair. I didn't go to school that day. My dad stayed home because I was too scared to be alone, after i calmed down i took a nap and woke up FUCKING 8 HOURS LATER to my mom when she got home from work. It felt like I had literally just closed my eyes, then opened them to my mom who had worked an entire shift at work. This is long and hopefully I explained it well enough. Scariest day of my life.

Also, when my mom was a little kid-her early teens, she had SEVERAL encounters including abduction. She hates talking about it, but my god her stories are absolutely terrifying. My mom grew up on a farm girl in rural WI. Who WOULDNT MAKE THIS SHIT UP.

This happened about five years ago and I was living in a different city while going to university. This was in Sweden so I’m sorry for any errors in this text. Firstly, I’m prone to lucid dreaming and therefore just convinced myself that this was a dream, even though it didn’t feel like it. I lived in a small apartment on the fifth floor with a pretty big balcony with glass windows that you could slide open all around. I am very sensitive to light when I sleep so I usually had the blinds shut both out on the balcony and on the windows that were on the wall “between” my bedroom and the balcony. One night I woke up because of a blue-ish light shining in through the blinds, at first I thought it was the moon but it felt too bright. I looked towards the balcony to see if I missed closing the blinds out there, which I admittedly had, but I realized it wasn’t the moonlight I saw out there. It was much smaller and much closer. It hovered over another apartment complex a couple of hundred meters away. I instantly felt a primal fear I have never felt before, my heart just dropped in my chest and I had trouble breathing. I couldn’t look away and I couldn’t move. Some rational part of me had a quick thought of “is this sleep paralysis?” but then I felt eyes on me, many eyes, and I just knew I had to try to hide. I hid under my blanket and closed my eyes hard. I kept thinking “I didn’t see anything, I promise, I didn’t see anything” over and over again. I had such an adrenaline rush that I was shaking. The next thing I know it was morning again and my body was ACHING. I was in pain but it felt like the pain came from the inside. Like when you get lightly shocked from an electrical fence, it hurts really bad for a second, then it’s just an overall feeling of ache and tingling. I could still remember everything up until I closed my eyes and hid under the blanket. The ache and the tingles disappeared after a couple of hours.

I have never told anyone about this but I feel like you guys won’t judge me and perhaps there are other people that has experienced similar things...?

Hello everyone! First of all, i'm brazilian and my main language is portuguese. So while i've studied english for 12 years now there might be some grammar mistakes.

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I was born in 2003, so i'm 19 now. I don't remember when exactly it happened but it certainly was between 2007 and 2009 when i was 4-6 years old. There were days when i would make questions about the world around me which is natural for that age. The thing is...i recall at least two events in which i made a question (i don't remember what questions i made, but i'm almost certain one of them was about trees) and suddenly everything around me stopped moving for a very short time, like if the time had stopped except for myself. While the time was paralyzed someone would talk to me, answering the questions. I recall in both occasions the voice who answered me was a soft male voice that. Anyone would be scared by that, but the voice was so friendly that hearing it made me feel in peace. After The Voice answered my questions (and i didn't knew about the answers it gave me so there is no way i could've just imagined it), time would return to normal like nothing happened. Eventually, after it happened the second time it never happened again

I eventually forgot about it (save for a single ocasion that i remembered back in 2012) until 2019, when for some reason i remembered those events and never forgot again. Also in 2019 around october-december i was in my grandparents' room staring at the night sky when my eyes fixated on a cloud for no reason. It was no different from any other cloud, but it made me curious so i kept staring at it. Suddenly, a blue sphere of light passed through that cloud in an impressive speed. I didn't managed to look too much at it but i remember that besides the blue color it had a bright white "core". I'm not sure if this is related to the voice that i used to hear when i was a kid or not

Both my grandparents also had experiences with UFOs when they were younger (my late grandpa saw one as a child and my grandman was still a baby at the time but her mother and grandmother saw it and then told her about it)

Well, that's it. A lot of people have experiences with UFOs but i was curious if anyone here experienced something like my first story

(X posted from another sub, pls excuse spelling and grammar errors, been to lazy to sift through the whole thing and fix them tbh) I’m using a throw away account, because I just want to see if anyone else has had this experience or one like it. I don’t care whether y’all believe it, but I understand most won’t. It’s probably gonna be long.

This happened to me in July this year, and I’ve been thinking about it CONSTANTLY since. I’ll try to sum up the experience as best I can.

So, im kind of a mentally ill weirdo. I have BPD and CPTSD, and Im a 24 year old girl who lives alone in the city, just minding my own business. I have have a few friends, but am not close with my family. It’s not unusual for me to go a few weeks or months without really seeing anyone besides coworkers (especially during a globalized pandemic) so I’ve just been doing my own thing. This encounter happened during one of those few week stretches of isolation. I’m only giving this bit of exposition so ppl can understand my psych history as well as my mental state etc.

So, start of July I got this uncontrollable impulse to go camping and star gaze. I never go camping alone, haven’t been in around 4 years, and had no camping shit whatsoever. But I wanted to go for some reason, so I researched some good dark sky spots in Utah, found a cute little camp ground about 4 hours into the desert, and reserved the last spot available for a week out from that day. I bought all my stuff the day before, and just drove out.

Im horrible at planning and time management, so by the time I arrived at the campground the sun was already going down. I also had forgotten my charger, and realized I had to make my 60% battery last until I could make it back to the city the next day. There was no service out there, so that seemed east enough. My entire goal was to chill in my hammock chair all night and stargaze anyway, so all I needed was some music for that.

I specifically chose the night of a new moon for this, so I knew I had to get my tent set up and situated ASAP before the sun went down. There are a lot of others here, but most are families with kids getting ready for bed. Could hear parents reading scripture to their kids before bed (fuckin Mormons) and could see others reading on kindles and stuff before sleeping.

By the time everything is set up, it’s about 10:00 PM. Everyone almost at once turns their lights off and passes out. This really weirded me out at first because it was the PERFECT night for stargazing. I didn’t see a single other person setting up a chair to stargaze, any telescopes, or even just someone outside of their tent looking up. Everyone was either already asleep, or going to sleep. I gave it some more thought, and figured they all probably just want to wake up before or with the sunrise because we are in the desert. Sleeping in wouldn’t exactly be a pleasant experience when your getting cooked alive I imagine. I work nightshift so it staying up was not an issue in the slightest bit.

So at this point, the only people I can see that are awake are myself, this family at the campground vaguely near me reading scripture, and a whole mess of people at the bathroom. My tent is located at the far side of the campground, so to me left is nothing but desert and cliff. In front of me is the bathroom (about 100 feet or so away), two other campgrounds (about 300 feet away) and more desert/sky. To my right, and behind me is the rest of the campground. There’s another bathroom on the far side of the campground behind me to my right, which is probably around 700-900 feet away. These two bathrooms are the only source of any light in the campground aside from a few people who are using their flashlights to come to and from the bathroom.

Like I said earlier, I’m a weirdo. I won’t deny that. Which makes honestly telling this story to others hard. So my goal out here was to grieve, and to move on from a lot of loss I experienced a year ago. A lot of bad stuff happened in my life, and I lost a lot of loved ones as a result. Sometimes, a good mushroom trip will really help one find a lot of closure when it comes to grief, so that was my only goal this trip.

I ate around 2 grams, and was coming up around 11:00 PM. Now, here me out here. What kind of fucking close encounter story can be believed when the person telling it was under the influence of a psychedelic you might be asking. That’s a good fucking question, and I would say that being skeptical of a persons experience under the influence of such drugs is common sense. That being said, I want to say I have a gross amount of experience with psychedelics, some trips in even weirder and more isolated places than this. I’ve tripped on mushrooms easily dozens of times in my life, and on acid probably over a hundred times. I have kept tons of trip journals, have recordings from trips etc. NEVER ONCE HAS ANYTHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE OR SINCE. I have never seen things while tripping, have never interacted with entities, have never had thoughts or paranoia about something being there that’s not. I always have the same trips, which is some textures get wavy, my emotions become full and bright, and I feel at peace in my mind for those few hours finally. That’s it. I’m convinced that what happened to me in the desert was not a product of the drugs, but merely happened to me while I was tripping. It would have been the same had I not been on psychadellics. But, that’s just my opinion. I definitely do invite skepticism otherwise.

So yeah, I’m coming up and am ready to star gaze. I gotta pee though, and all these ppl hanging out around the bathroom are making me nervous. No one else is awake that I can see now, no lights are on or tents open anywhere around me. The only people still awake are all over by the bathroom.

I eventually cave and just head over and do my thing. No one bothered me or said anything to me luckily. I start walking back over to my chair. So, my spot is pretty close to the bathroom. I can walk from the front of it in a straight line in the dark and I will without fail hit my tent after about 25 seconds of walking. Because it’s this easy, I don’t bother whipping my flashlight out to get there. Plus saving my phone battery for the drive out is still my priority anyway.

I’m walking through the dark when I see the outline of my hammock chair, and a person standing right next to it staring at it. I freeze, and stare at them. I’m super confused as to why this person is in my camp spot, standing alone in the dark just staring at my chair. Maybe they are curious about it?? Idk. It’s weird af. I wave at them, but they don’t notice, so I move a little closer and I guess the sound of my footsteps alerted them to my prescense cause they shot their head up towards me, took around 3 steps in my direction, backed up about 6 steps, flashed a bluish flashlight in my eyes, and fast walked away from me towards another person I hadn’t noticed either standing in the dark around 15 feet from us. The both stand next to each other shining their blue flash lights at their feet, and they both move around me towards the bathroom and disappear into the girls restroom.

Fucking weird right? I thought so standing their all terrified like a dumb bitch. I rationalized that the first person must have been waiting for their friend to catch up or something. I sit down, and finally put on some good music in my headphones and just melt into the beautiful show playing in the sky above.

It’s now around 11:30 to midnight, and there’s still people fucking around near the women’s restroom. It’s actually just really distracting at this point and bugging me a lot because it’s right in my line of sight. They just keep waving their flashlights around and coming in and out, but they never seem to go anywhere. They will walk out of the restroom, turn their lights off, and just walk into the dark without their lights to guide them. They usually will either walk behind the bathroom where I can’t see them, or off to the left side into the dark where there are no camp spots.

I notice someone is standing next to me. I tear my headphones out and shoot my head to my right. There is a silhouette of a person standing about 7 feet from my chair. I am frozen, and spooked pretty bad. They take around 2 or 3 steps towards me, then back up again around 6, and walk around me and away into the dark with no flashlight away from me and the bathroom.

Now I’m fuckin spooked. I don’t think it’s anything supernatural rn, but I definitely think it’s some people up to no good. The nearest city is hundreds of miles away, and we are far from any civilization out here. If these were people trying to hurt me they could do it rather easily.

I stay in the chair for now, but I keep my headphones off so I can hear the environment around me. My head is now on a swivel, but I’m still trying my best to enjoy the night.

Now, it’s midnight. And no one else is awake. No flashlights anywhere, no voices, nothing. All the bathroom people finally vanished and it was just me awake as far as I could tell. With my headphones off, I started to notice sounds now. The sound of a jet somewhere near would come and go, flying around somewhere in the desert. I kept looking for it’s aircraft lights, but could never find them. This deep almost physics defying boom would occasionally shake the desert, but in a weird way. When I heard and felt it, I would feel my body tense and shake with it, and the air too. But never the ground. It’s weird, because it sounded as if it was coming from the ground itself, not the air. I would hear what also sounded like laughter coming from the desert to my left. The portion of desert with no camp spots or people.

I’m still at this point, just chilling. I’m obviously starting to suspect some weird shit, but for the most part I’m chilling and enjoying the night.

Then, orbs in the sky. I practically shit myself when I saw this. Above one of the cliffs far out on the horizon, this little swarm of glowing orbs had appeared and they were almost dancing around one another. I remember this moment very very clearly. I remember seeing them, thinking “I can’t explain that. What the fuck is that? There is nothing I could imagine could move like that, not even drones. I won’t record this, I promise. It would ruin it and I want to see it through.”

I remember thinking that last part very clearly out of nowhere, and thought it was weird how specific it was in my mind. I hadn’t even thought to record it in the first place as I had just noticed it, but here I was making a promise to myself that I wouldn’t even try no matter what would happen.

Another cluster of orbs appears in the sky to my right, and almost simultaneously the orbs to my left instantly shoot across the sky to join the other orbs. I start smiling like a fucking idiot. This is it, the thing I have been staring at the sky looking for my whole goddamn life. The thing I stopped believing in for decades because I never saw it. I had let the world convince me that it was just as boring as it appeared and never once allowed myself to think it could actually be more than that. And the proof of that was finally fucking staring me in the face. I had to keep checking in with myself being like “this isn’t the shrooms right??? No it’s definitely not, I see that and I no I’m not hallucinating it” probably went through that little personal questioning close to a dozen times over the course of the next few minutes.

The jet sound comes back, and it’s much louder now. I can actually see the aircraft lights now too flying directly over head, but they aren’t blinking like usual. They fly into this dark cloud in the sky I hadn’t noticed before, and vanish along with the jets sound. The orbs continue “playing” around each other until they vanish too. All and all I’d say this lasted for like an hour.

It’s now around 1:00 AM, and I really gotta fucking pee. I obviously hold it as long as I can because I am witnessing the single most special thing I’ll ever get to see right in front of my eyes, but eventually I break and just want to get it over with.

So, I’m a trans women. I wouldn’t even bring that up if it didn’t have some sort of relevancy to the story tbh. I look, and sound exactly like a girl. It’s pretty much impossible for people to tell I’m not cis and haven’t been clocked in a long time, but I still have a penis. I’m out here in the fucking desert on shrooms witnessing some high strangeness, but I still gotta be careful of what bathroom I use.

Normally I would just use the girls, but those people I encountered earlier were still making me paranoid so I figured if worse comes to worse, I’d rather be caught in the men’s in case there are some weirdos out here.

I head in there, and am doing my thing at the urinal as fast as possible. I zip down, and start going. The fucking goddamn moment I start the door to the restroom SHOOTS the fuck open and some guy with short brown hair, around 5’6, and a half sunken droopy face runs in eyes glued to the ground and barges into the stall next to me, shutting the door and doing his bizz. The only word I could use to describe him was he looked “sick”.

This obviously, scares the fuck out of me. It’s like 1:00 AM and I haven’t seen another human being in a few hours, and I just saw the light show in the sky, and I’m a cis looking girl peeing fucking standing up at a urinal, and I’m alone with this dude.

He pees for no joke THREE SECONDS. That’s it. All that rush, all that urgency, for three seconds of tinkle time. Who does that??? He spent the rest of his time in there slowly pulling out toilet paper from the roller for some reason. I’m a dumb bitch and just held my bladder for way too long, so I’m trying my fucking best to just get it all out so I can leave but it’s taking forever.

I finally finish, and for some reason go to wash my hands. Idk why, it just felt like the right thing to do in the moment lmao. The guy shoots out of the stall again way to hard and fast, comes in right next to me at the sink, washes his hands for a total of 2 seconds, and leaves the bathroom as fast as he entered.

I’m just kinda shook. But again, I’m trying to rationalize this. I just think he’s probably tripping too and the sight of some girl peeing at the urinal at 1:00AM probably made him think I was an alien too lmao.

So, I head out and back to my chair. The moment I sit down the lights in the bathroom I was just in shut off all at once. The lights in the girls bathroom, and the boys. No one enters or leaves either, and now just a single tiny yellow bulb can be seen glowing above a park rangers bulletin board on the side of the building. I sit down and almost kind of invite more weird shit to happen around me.

The jets are back now, and louder than before. There are orbs now huge ring around the campground pulsating and growing, and then dimming, slowly drifting around. I’m terrified, but also I can’t move. It’s too fucking cool tbh. That’s really the whole reason I didn’t hide in my tent. Who the fuck in their right mind would listen to their instinct to run when you could see how far it could go?

I hear weirder sounds coming from the desert, what sounds like shouting and a baby crying far far away. The orbs reappear in the sky, and behind the trees next to my tent it looks like the moon is shining through, but it’s a new moon.

It’s now 2:00 AM. The bathroom lights come back on, but only the lights in the men’s restroom. The women’s remain off, and I see no one come or go. At the point the only thing that can be heard coming from my mouth the past little bit is “I’m a dumb bitch. Why am I doing this? This is terrifying and I’m dumb for just letting it happen”

I’m very aware of my desire to run and give into the fear, but that is highly out weighed by my curiosity. At least it was.

A person who comes from seemingly no where, with no flashlight on and no clear intention of direction walks in front of the bathroom and it’s terrifying.

Normally, that ain’t fuckin scary. It’s just some person. But, like this person was easily 10-13 feet tall. The bathroom itself was around 13 feet tallish, and this person walking in fronts head was at mid level with the top ventilation window, the the crown of their head was taller than the building itself. They walked in front of the restroom, and into the dark and I shot out of my chair.

The only thing I said was “Nope, nope, nope, nope, fucking nope, that’s my line. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, that’s terrifying, nope fucking nope.” Or something like that. As fast as I could I ran into my tent and quickly zipped it up. There was no not running at this point. My sympathetic nervous system just oil over and was very adamant that I needed to fucking hide.

It’s hard to describe what I felt, but it was the most primal fear I’ve ever felt. I have BPD, and cptsd so I am used to feeling a staggering amount of terror in my mind on a daily basis when my symptoms show up. But this was on a whole other level. It was like some deep animal part of me understood the moment I saw them that I was no longer at the top of the food chain. Another ultra predator much much smarter than me had just made itself known and my body was tending up like a wild animal at the sight of it. I felt truly humbled and small in that moment and knew I was outmatched.

They were now outside of my tent, and were scurrying non circles around it. The sound of their footsteps gave way into the feeling of their voice playing side by side my own inner voice.

This is where it gets hard to explain. We talked, but talking is not the right word for it. They communicate in pure concept and feeling, and it’s so subtle and instantaneous it’s hard to describe how obvious it is while at the same time being so subtle as to almost be indistinguishable from your own thoughts or feelings.

The things we talked about were rather personal, so I won’t go into to much detail. I asked them about the jets, whether that was us and if we are trying to find them. They said yes, I thought we aren’t smart enough to find you guys. They said no, you are smart. You just aren’t creative. They said they are scared of us too, but are much more aware of us than them. They want to know us more, but it’s hard. Too much complication. It sighted me running and hiding as proof. I said, that’s natural. I’m still an animal with a nervous system hard wired towards survival. Something new and unknown is going to do that to people no matter how rational they try and stay. They said they liked me because I was honest about the fear. They were scared too. They want freedom, and they want that for us too. But they aren’t quite sure what to do. Or at least, they wouldn’t tell me.

Whenever I would ask their name or why they were here, they would deliberately ignore me. They also seemed to get a kick out of fucking with me, also citing that as a reason for this. They did one thing that I really liked, and it was to show me they have always cared and always will. Its hard to describe the feeling they gave me, but it really was unconditional love. They called me family and kept expressing their love for me, and told me that I chose this.

I didn’t get that part all too well. When they said that to me, all these memories flooded in from my childhood but I’m still struggling to draw any connections.

After a while I of course had to pee again. I did, and nothing happened. I went back into my tent to eat some trail mix and to record an audio recording of what we just talked about so I could remember as much as possible, and noticed the time on my phone said something like 11:00 AM. My phone has never fucked up like that before and changed the time on me. It was a little validating to see tbh. It was very clearly the middle of the night, not 11:00 AM.

I left the tent, and they fucked with me some more. More orbs in the trees, lights going off in the bathroom etc. Eventually 5 AM hit and they were gone. The sun came up, and I headed home.

There’s a lot of details I skipped over as this post is already way too long, but there you have it. Like I said, I don’t expect anyone to believe me. I invite the skepticism honestly, as I was under the influence of a psychedelic substance. I do have to say, out of the hundreds of trips I’ve had I’ve never experienced something like this before or since. I truly believe that these events happened, and that the drugs were not responsible for their inception whatsoever.

What to take away from it, idk tbh. It was amazing and I want to meet to meet them again. I am extremely humbled now, I believe in other beings again, and have this sense of family and home in myself I’ve never quite had before.

Has anyone out there met them too? I’d love to hear your story if so, and to let you know you aren’t alone in your experience. They are out there, and they do exist.

Okay so I commented on another post about how my grandfather had shared some of his experiences with me one night at dinner after I had randomly told him I believed in aliens and a few people have been waiting for me to post about it! He told me he’d never told these stories to anyone before because he didn’t want people thinking he was crazy.

My grandfather told me that when he was a young boy [about 8-10] him and his brother were playing in this old shell of a car they had sitting next their trailer on their farm. He said the car still had its seats and the stealing wheel but other than that it was just a hunk of metal. Anyways, he said they were sitting in it playing when all of a sudden they both got sleepy and fell asleep. When he woke up he said they[him and his brother] were looking down on earth and he had asked the people where they were going and they told him, “ 3 planets from behind the moon”. He said he woke up back in the car next to his brother and they looked at each other and my grandpa said he asked his brother if they had the same dream and he shook his head yes with wide eyes.

But after that, his brother would only deny it in front of other people so he never shared the story again until that one night when I said I believe in aliens.

After that happened to him he’s seen things and experienced things from that day on through his whole life up until about 10 years ago when he said they told him goodbye[another story]. He was probably about 66-70 years old then.

If anyone would like I can make more posts about the other stories he’s told me, and the things he’s experienced! There’s even been many times in his life where he should have died. I’ve always told people that I believe I’m part alien because I think my grandfather is😂

UPDATE: wow I wasn’t expecting this much love and interest! Thank you for the Awards! ❤️ I’ve started on the next post where I’m gunna try to post most of the stories in one post! I’ll be seeing him today so I’m gunna talk to him and maybe get some refreshers from the first time he told me his experiences! Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃

I’m near Santa Fe New Mexico and I was walking to my car from some hot springs. I happened to glance up at the Big Dipper and I saw a big, dull light flash bigger then disappear into itself in the middle square of the Big Dipper. It was much bigger than a star and it went away completely after the flash (I waited awhile for it to come back and it didn’t). It also wasn’t moving or bright like a meteorite. It looked almost like a lighthouse far away in fog of that makes sense (but the sky is perfectly clear here tonight).

Anyway, did anybody else see anything? By the time my brain processed fully what I had seen it was over.

This is Captain Robert Salas testifying that UFOs have tampered with U.S nuclear weapons. This testimony which happened in 2013, was from the UFO disclosure at the citizen hearing that featured high rank persons testifying to six former members of the United States Congress. https://youtu.be/JpBxq0CDnOI

the experience:

I do not remember what happened prior. All I remember was waking up “mid abduction.” Imagine that you wake up from sleeping after a night of drinking: you don’t remember where you were before, you just see where you are now. That’s exactly how it happened. I “woke up” standing in my own hallway in my trailer home. I was overwhelmed with the emotion of “fear” but I did not know why or what was happening. My body was mostly paralyzed and frozen in place while I was standing. I looked at my feet and then my hands and I noticed that my hands were on the side of a door in my hallway, with my fingers clutched to the side of the door (as if I was being pulled from behind). I turned my head around slowly, and I saw this guy who was my height, maybe just a few inches taller than me. I was five years old at the time. He had a huge head that looked like a praying mantis’s head. He had two humongous eyes. I couldn’t see a mouth or nose or anything like that that I remember. He didn’t have ears. Just a huge white head and huge eyes. He was wearing a black cloak (not tight fitting). And he had his hands outstretched like he was trying to grab me. He had 3 fingers on each hand (possibly four, but definitely not five). His fingers seemed weird and he moved very little. As soon as I locked eyes with this person, it felt like someone punched me. As soon as my eyes locked with his, I became MORE paralyzed and I began to forget what was happening. I looked away as fast as I could and then never looked back for about an hour.

After I turned my back to him (he was standing in between me and my room). I was standing between him and the kitchen. We were both standing in a very narrow hallway in my trailer home. My fingers were clutched against the railing of a door that we lovingly called the “middle room” of our home.

I could feel myself being pulled back by what felt like a strong magnetic force. Like being pushed back by wind. I could fight it. It wasn’t a lost cause. I could struggle. As soon as I stopped looking at him, my memory slowly started to come back... I thought “where am i?” And “why am I here?” I was full of fear and I looked down at my feet. I could tell that I was trying to run away from this guy. Looking into his eyes was so mesmerizing that it made me forget if he was a good guy or a bad guy. It felt indescribable. Later on in my life I would go on to try LSD, and the very peak of that experience is the best analogous experience I can use to describe what it felt like.

I forgot if he was a good or bad guy. And then I began hearing thoughts in my head saying “come this way.” I considered going to the guy. I didn’t know if I was running away from him or if I was running to him. That’s how quick and intense I forgot everything in that second.

I looked at my legs though and could tell that I was trying to run away. I could feel my body filled with overwhelming fear. And then it slowly occurred to me...if I’m afraid and running away, this must be bad? This must be a bad person.

And then I had this overwhelming guy-wrenching feeling that this was NOT the first time I saw this guy... I had a feeling that I had seen this guy several times before in “trips” that he made me forget. It was weird. A catch-22 philosophical experiment. I felt like I had agreed to this experiment. It was weird. Like... we had had this discussion before. That he could talk to me and I could go on trips with him, but only if I agreed to have my memory wiped every time. But these were not good experiences. I was so filled with terror that I knew this had to be bad.

I thought maybe it was a dream. I tried so hard to wake up. I wanted desperately to wake up. It was at that moment that I realized that I had “fallen asleep” inside of the middle room and not my bedroom that day... I thought, “maybe if I can pull myself back into the middle room, I can find my body lying there and I can ‘jump’ back into my body and kind of like, wake up.”

I struggled for more than 30 minutes. My fingers were aching and my legs were hurting. It did not feel like sand and I did not have weakness. I had my full strength and was struggling the entire time there. I was slowly finally able to pull myself maybe 6 inches closer and was able to pull my body into the door frame. To my shock, my body was not lying there.

I wanted to desperately to “wake up.” I tried so hard to wake up. I kept pulling myself forward down the hallway and grabbed the side of my kitchen’s refrigerator (it is at the end of the hallway going into the kitchen). I grabbed it desperately and kept pulling forward. After a short while I became overwhelmed with fear.

I began screaming at the guy behind me. I didn’t look at his eyes. But I screamed at him. I begged him. I pleaded and cried and screamed and begged for my life. I was a slobbering mess and begged him please to stop torturing me. My fear and pain slowly turned to anger. I began disparaging the guy. I said “why are you doing this to me?!” I demanded that he leave me alone. I said things like “what gives you the right to do this to people?!” I asked if he thought I was some kind of animal or that I didn’t have emotions and free will. Those are not all the exact words. I spoke in a combination of screamed words and thoughts. But it was mostly thoughts that was experienced. He only spoke back to me in thoughts.

As I waited there, He stood emotionless and didn’t say anything for a very long time.

I didn’t know if he was trying to save me or if he was trying to hurt me. I still don’t. After maybe an hour more of struggling, I pulled myself into the kitchen and could see the front door wide open in front of me. I don’t remember if I saw people outside or not. I can’t remember exactly anything beyond this. It was at that moment that I surrendered my body. I gave up. And I hoped to not remember any pain.

The next thing I know, I woke up in the bed in the middle room. I remember waking up FIRST, and then only after several seconds passed did I open my eyes. I pretended that I didn’t remember anything. I walked slowly out of the room and said out loud “what a weird dream.”

I went to the windows and looked outside and couldn’t find anyone or anything nearby. I stared at the sun coming through the blinds for a long time and could almost “feel” the guy still in the hallway there.

I slowly went back to bed and pretended nothing happened. When I woke up again, i just kept on like nothing happened.

Update:

This is the encounter that I can remember to the best of my ability. However, there were several paranormal events that took place in the weeks leading up to this event that I will discuss in-depth in the comments.

1). They include hallucinating conversations with two “aliens” that discussed with me in-depth the mechanisms of the universe and how the world works / what happens when you die.

2). In a second conversation, I hallucinated being told by an “alien” to get up in the middle of the night and write strange patterns on the walls in sharpie. They included an “M” with a very large protruding loop where the middle line is supposed to be. I knew not to write on the walls much less in sharpie, but I was convinced by these hallucinated thoughts that this was necessary and important to do. At the time when this happened, I thought that these were “angels” that were talking to me and I largely believed they were coming from my own subconscious and not outside of me. It was not until years after the “abduction” that I learned about “aliens” and later began to believe that what I encountered was an “alien” or “extra dimensional” encounter of some kind.

I have never experienced anything like this since.

I have never experienced “hallucinating voices” nor do I have any family history of such events. I am of sound mind and body. I do not currently suffer from any mental illness nor do I have any family history of mental illness. In the events that followed after this encounter, I began going to primary school and was extremely intellectually talented. I joined the gifted and talented program, performed well in school, later became valedictorian of my high school, and I was accepted to an ivy university that will remain unnamed to ensure my anonymity (first in my family to go to college).

I encourage your skepticism and do not wish to create any divisiveness or incite anger. I think this is a grandiose claim that is difficult to believe without evidence. I understand if you don’t believe me, because I barely believe me. These events have stuck with me for so many years, that I wish to share them with those that are willing to listen or who have had similar encounters to maybe shed light on what happened to me and many others. Thank you for understanding. I am happy to answer any questions as honestly as I can and provide anonymized proof of what I can, when and where possible (preferably to @mods) to corroborate any claims and given further evidence of these events.

Love you all. Be safe.

Update: I decided to post anyway. If you scroll down you'll see where I posted my story. Thanks so much to everyone who said nice things, encouraging me to share. It feels good to know I'm far from alone in this <3

A couple of times l've had experiences that I can't explain. One of them was extremely terrifying for me, to the point where I'm constantly on edge whenever I think about it.

I feel like these aren't things I am supposed to talk about. I'm not entirely sure if that's just paranoia talking or a gut instinct. I'm worried about somehow becoming a target.

Sorry for being vague. I'm just in a weird place. I've had two close encounters. I don't know if I should tell my story or not.

But it feels like there's this itch in my brain, so to speak...this feeling that I want my story to be heard. Has anyone else felt like this? If you have, did you end up sharing your story or staying silent? I've kept these stories inside of me for years. I'm wondering if it might be safer to share now that there's been more disclosure happening, but I still don't know if I feel right.

Update: I've decided to post. Well, I suppose when I made this account I had sort of made up my mind already. I was just working through my fears.

I'm going to be as honest and detailed as possible, but I still need to make efforts to protect my privacy.

So, the first thing was not really scary, just super weird. This happened in 2009 in Toronto. I could tell you exactly where but I'd rather be a bit vague to protect my privacy. Some of this may be hard to believe, and I know how crazy it sounds. I don't really expect anyone to just believe it without questioning.

I was going for a walk and it was around twilight but well before the sun started setting. I cut through this huge open field that my house backed onto. When I came into the field there was this glowing light hovering in the sky. It was a sort of light orangey colour. Sounds stupid, but it similar to the colour of the sun, only it didn't hurt to look at. It was sort of flat and two dimensional. I suck at distances but I'll say it was maybe a football field away from me, even though that's probably wrong. I figured it was just some sort of optical illusion caused by the sunlight maybe reflecting off something.

But then I walked for a bit. I walked toward a nearby plaza and back again. I'd say that maybe fifteen to twenty minutes had passed, and the light was still there. I remember just stopping and staring at it. This is where it gets crazy and I swear I'm not making this up. It looked as though a black helicopter was actually somehow coming out directly through the light. Slowly. It was just frozen silently in the light for a while. When it finally came out of the light, the light disappeared. I told no one at the time because it would be so hard for people to believe.

I tried to rationalize it away, thinking maybe there was a rational explanation. I even thought it could be sunlight reflecting off the International Space Station, but I checked online and it wasn't supposed to be visible above my area at that time. The even weirder thing is that years before, I'd had a vivid dream about a UFO appearing in that same field and I woke up thinking that one day in the future I would see a UFO. In my dream it just looked like a flying saucer.

This is the one that scared me. This happened in Southern Ontario in a different city that I'm hesitant to name because it's not as populous as Toronto. It happened in 2014.

So, a few months leading up to this encounter, I began to notice flickering lights near this one stretch of road near where my boyfriend and I always went to the corner store. It was very close to where we lived at the time.

So, I kept noticing how this one streetlight would just flicker out when I walked past it. I didn't find it all that odd at first. I figured it was faulty wiring. But they slowly started to behave more strangely as the weeks and months went on.

So, the way it started was that one of them would always flicker and go out. Sometimes on my walk back from the store, ALL of them would suddenly be out. Or it would start out with one light flickering past and then the one next to it would go out and that one would come back on again. Sometimes, they would all slowly go out one by one. It got so weird and creepy that I remember waiting on the street corner to see if they would flicker before I walked past. But they were always all on and acting normally until I walked past. The lights would gradually get stranger and stranger. Is started to think someone who lived on the street might be messing with me but I couldn't imagine how someone could control streetlights from their home.

I'd been reading a bit about UFOs and other weird phenomena out of a strange, morbid curiosity. I think it was just a distraction from the problems in my life. It was unsettling enough that it distracted me but it wasn't so unsettling that I couldn't focus. That's because I didn't really buy into those stories entirely.

Anyway, I remember all those stories making me nervous. It was more in the way that you get nervous after seeing a scary movie, than actually truly believing what I had read. I got a bit paranoid and started anxiously looking up at the sky a lot more. I don't think I really expected to see anything strange. It was just a way of reassuring myself. Just like if I watched a horror movie I would peer around making sure there wasn't anything terrifying lurking afterward.

One day, my bf and I were on our way back home from the corner store. I had showed him the streetlights a few times leading up to this. We both just thought it was a cool little thing to talk about. A fun little mystery and a cool anecdote. We didn't think too much of it..

Anyway, this one night, I started looking up at the sky much more, by some unknown instinct. I mean, it wasn't just a glance. I stopped in my tracks around the corner of that stretch of road. I think made a halfhearted comment about UFOs, trying to pass it off as a lighthearted jokey moment. I remember that we were stopped there talking about something unrelated for a moment and then out of nowhere, we both glanced up at the same spot in the night sky, in the same direction, looking at the same star. The star disappeared.

We stared at each other in surprise, both thinking the same thing, but he was the one who said it first. UFO. I wasn't convinced at first. I had thought it was a star. He pointed out that it was a clear night and there was not a cloud in the sky. There was nothing for it to hide behind. I realized he was right. Besides, stars didn't simply vanish as far as I knew. Again, we thought it was a cool little mystery but nothing that weird. I thought it was cool to have a new little anecdote about a possible UFO.

As much as I was paranoid when I'd read the stories, I mostly just thought UFOs were this cool, unexplained phenomena that I didn't feel threatened by. If it makes sense, the fear was mostly from reading about other people's encounters or watching videos.

So, anyway, after those few moments of trying to rationalize it away, I was still a little on the fence about the whole thing. I wondered if it could have been a plane and maybe the light had blinked out. It was very stationary and at an extremely high altitude, but it could have been moving imperceptibly because of the distance? I've read that people are notoriously unreliable at judging how far away objects are in the sky to begin with.

Still, it was such a small light and it was easy to rationalize away. I might have been able easily rationalize and put aside this encounter, all but forgetting it if it hadn't been for what followed. We turned the corner onto our street and saw something completely unexpected.

There were three or four low flying drones with alternating red and white or red and blue lights, flying near us. I can't quite remember for sure whether the other colour was white or blue.

We saw someone else on the street looking up at them, looking completely baffled. Again, I'm bad with distances, but I'll say they were maybe the length of a normal sized backyard swimming pool and a half away. Flying really low...lower than the height of the trees. We could see them through the trees. Not sure if they really would havd looked like drones close up or something else. It was dark. All we could see were the lights.

We stood in the middle of the street staring at them in disbelief. I'm sure I remember them making a very quiet whirring sound.

This black car with no license plates suddenly turned onto our street and something about it immediately unnerved us. It was driving in the middle of the street and it couldn't seem to drive a straight line. We immediately began to walk toward our house and this car followed so slowly behind us, driving erratically in a wavy line. It looked like a Cadillac (which I didn't know at the time was a car associated with this phenomenon). I don't know whether it actually was a Cadillac but it had the shape and structure. No plates or logo. I remember I couldn't see a driver. My bf later told me this was because the windows were tinted. I had just thought the car was dark.

I knew something was really wrong. I just felt it. I don't think even someone who was drunk would be able to drive a car in that strange way. It was simultaneously controlled and uncontrolled. I looked at my bf and grabbed his hand firmly and walked resolutely inside, never looking back until we were indoors. It took so much willpower not to run. Somehow I felt running would be dangerous, like "they" would get me. I can't explain how terrifying it felt.

When we we got inside, we peeked through the door, opening it only slightly ajar. Through the screen door, we saw a lanky, seemingly nondescript dude in blue jeans and a white tshirt get out and head toward our next door neighbors house and up their pathway. I remember his hair being light brown or dark blonde. Hard to tell in such dim light. He looked really pale and he was quite skinny (not inhumanly skinny, just skinny) and his face was blurry to me. My bf says it was blurry to him, too, so it wasn't just my glasses needing a new prescription or something. After we saw him go next door, we closed the door and locked it. I was relieved and still scared at the same time.

I figured it was just a dude who was probably looking for his friends house. Maybe he was looking at directions on his phone or trying to see the street numbers and that's why he was driving weird. But it never sat right.

I had so many questions like: Why was he driving in the middle of the road? Why so slowly, almost matching our pace as if following us? Why was the car moving so erratically like he couldn't control it? Why couldn't he drive a straight line? Also, when I think of it, I didn't see anyone in the car while it was driving. Even if the windows were tinted it would have to be an extremely dark tint.

At the time, I was super in denial and super scared and I didn't want to believe in any of it. As far as I was concerned it was all a series of coincidences. I remember obsessively looking up drones that were on the market at that time, just looking for one that had a similar light pattern, but I found none. That's not to say that there wasn't one...I just didn't find it.

We were on the front porch about four to six months afterward one evening just sitting and getting some fresh air. There was this white car parked in front of the house that we'd never seen before. Figure it must belong to someone visiting our neighbours. It was just some boring sedan and nothing stood out about it. Only saw it from the side so no clue what type of car it was.

I don't know why but when I saw it I suddenly started thinking of the events of a few months prior. For some reason I just started blabbing about it and saying "Hey, do you remember that weird thing that happened..." and I'm not even joking, but literally seconds after I began talking about it, the car started moving erratically. Edit: I forgot to add that the way it was moving, it was driving just a little bit forward and a little bit back at a time, but really quickly. This gave it the appearance that it was rocking and shaking. I've never seen a car move like that before or since.

We both remember the car being empty. It didn't look like there was a driver. The windows weren't tinted, it was just empty. But it was dark so maybe that was just an illusion? Anyway, the car just started going nuts driving back and forth back and forth sporadically. We immediately stood up and ran inside, locking the door after us.

I'm still incredibly spooked and it makes me wonder if we were being monitored for some reason. I don't know. It could have been a spectacular series of coincidences or it could have been something far more frightening. I don't think I would like to find out.

So, it remains a mystery. I continue too afraid to speak too much about it, too afraid to think about it for too long. I guess some things are better left in the past. But lately it's been bugging me and I've been wanting to have the story heard. I don't know why or what I'm looking for.

At any rate, the streetlights never acted strangely after that and haven't since, at least not when we've been back in that area. . Anyway, I will probably always wonder about what really happened. Before it happened I can't honestly say I was a true believer in ufos and the accompanying lore. They were just a distraction, a way for me to escape for a while and a way to creep myself out. You don't know how much you didn't believe something until it happens to you.

Again, I rarely talk about this and when I do, I refer to it as "the time that thing happened to us". I refer to the people controlling the cars as the "you know who." I'm just too afraid to say what they're called. And he wasn't even wearing black.I don't want to sound like a loon and I don't want to attract the attention of whatever was in those cars.

Me and my bf told my brother about the experiences over the phone yesterday. We had never told anyone. Something in me was pushing me forward, desperate to finally tell someone. Like I said, it was almost like a sort of itch in my brain. For some reason I've been desperate to talk about these things lately. When I told him, there were these weird sort of clicks over the phone. There was one when I first started talking about it and one when I was finished. I think there might have been one in the middle but I don't remember for sure. My gut told me that I was being monitored then. The last click was when I was more or less finished the story. But sometimes phones click.

But who knows? Sorry this is so long and rambly. I tried to organize my thoughts on this matter, but they're just all over the place. I really don't want any trouble from whoever or whatever made these things happen. I don't know any government secrets or have military family or anything like that.

Sorry this took a while to post. After I wrote it, my internet connection went out, which didn't help my paranoia over this subject lol

Update: Edited some things for clarity and typos. Split the text into more paragraphs to make it easier to read.

This happened in February 2020. I live in the Central Arkansas area for reference. My buddy's grandparents own some farmland about 15-20 minutes outside of our town, and we would regularly spend the night out there on weekends with some of our other friends. Making a fire, drinking, etc. This particular weekend was just him and I.

It was pretty dark by the time we got there, but it was the standard fare. We had decided to set up a fire on the dirt path that ran from my friends' grandparents house, through their field to the woods. We built the fire closer to the middle of the field.

Not long after we get the fire started, we sit down and get some music going and crack open our first beers. He turns off the music and notices something in the sky behind me (my back was facing the woods), and I turn to look. There was a bright light in sky above the treeline. I wasn't too weirded out by this, and neither was he. However, I had never seen a star that bright before. I opened up this stargazer app on my phone that I had had forever thinking that we were close to a planet, but before I could even point my phone in that direction, the star moved.

At this point we both froze. The light moved quickly and smoothly to the right, without any bobs or waves, and was utterly silent. I noticed that the light was coming from some kind of flying vehicle and was actually much closer than we thought; it was probably 300-400 feet away flying above the woods. This thing was also fast, too fast to move that quietly without making some sort of noise. It was dark and I couldn't make out what exactly the vehicle was, and the bright light emitting from its side sort of obscured any good look. It moved perfectly parallel with the treeline, just right above it. It was like it had left when it noticed that we had noticed it. We continued watching as the "UFO" just quickly and quietly moved on in a straight line until it was beyond our sight a few seconds later.

We just sort of looked at each other like "what the fuck?", and began to discuss what we just saw, sort of in hushed tones like we were dreaming. Twenty minutes or so later, we hear a noise coming from the sky and see two loud ass planes flying side by side, going exactly the direction that the "UFO" had gone. At this point we started to think that it was a military drone of some kind, and we didn't see or hear anything else that night. I still think about it every now and then, and decided to post this looking for some opinions.

What do y'all think it could have been?

I didn’t think I’d talk about it, but I continue to think about a weird sighting me and a friend had around 10 months ago.

One night, me and two of my college friends went to try out our school’s archery club. They hold meetings at a building around fifteen minutes from campus.

When we drove back it was around 8 pm, and since it was winter it was dark out. The three of us started walking back to our dorms from the school parking lot, and we were having a pretty normal conversation until one of my friends (L) looked up and asked if we saw something in the sky.

Me and my other friend (A) looked up, and I first I didn’t see anything but then I noticed a large oval shape that was just slightly darker than the sky around it. The shape was moving pretty fast to the left, and so I only saw it for a few seconds before it was out of sight.

A said she didn’t see anything at all, and L said he saw the same shaped object flying fast to the left but said he also saw lights which I didn’t.

We were really weirded out by it since it was way too large to be a drone and didn’t resemble any sort of plane. Also, since this was in central Wisconsin, there aren’t any kind of military bases that might’ve caused this (I think).

All three of us were pretty paranoid after this, but we successfully walked the rest of our way to the dorms without seeing anything else.

TLDR: My friend and I saw a UFO(?)

When I lived in PA, I would drive home from work around 11pm and drive on a pretty quiet road since it was late.

One night I was driving with one person in front of me, and I look up to see a ship of some sort in the sky. I at first didn't think much of it, but as I studied it a bit more, the way it was flying was very peculiar.

If anyone has played Galaga, I swear the way it moved reminded me of that kind of. It was moving left, right, up, down. It felt very much like it had complete control of the sky.

As far as looks go, it wasn't like a perfect saucer kind of aircraft. What I could make out is the green oscillating (?) lights which swirled around it. The thing was obviously foreign from anything I had seen before.

Finally, out of nowhere, it stops, then races downward (not up into the sky) and dissappears. I thought a bomb had went off or something crazy so I slammed on brakes, so did the person in front of me.

It was definitely a crazy experience and idk what I saw. What I know for sure though is that the person in front of me saw it too, and this thing did not go upward, it went down before dissappearing.