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August 2002 Page 27
One summer night, back when I was about nine years old, I was sleeping in my bed in my own bedroom. I remember slowly drifting into consciousness as I heard the standing fan in the hallway sweeping back and forth. When I was starting to wake, I had absolutely no thoughts of a nightmare or any kind of disturbing dream just moments before. My blinds were open so the moon allowed me to see my surroundings a bit.
As I leaned up in bed, I noticed some sort of creature at the end of my bed. It couldn't have been no more than a foot taller than the top of the mattress. I wouldn't say that we locked eyes because the only discernable feature was the total blackness of the eyes. It looked like it could be looking at anything in front of it, but I knew it was looking right at me! I sat up frozen in sickening amazement. I did not feel any real fear until I noticed how close my feet were to the creature! I looked down at my feet and it cocked its head down at my feet and I started withdrawing my legs from that end of the bed really fast! And as I did so the creature started to move as if it meant to grab me. I started to scream really loud, repeatedly shouting for my parents. The creature made some sort of noise that I can't really say was snarling, but maybe a deep breathing. The only thing I could think of in the fast pace, but brief moment was to put my covers over my head tightly and ball up into the fetal position and go into convulsions out of fear.
Within what seemed like seconds I was waking up to the morning, as if no time had passed at all. I definitely took comfort in having light pouring into my bedroom. I sat in my bed for a moment waiting for something to happen and nothing did, so I jumped off my bed away from the direction of the closet and far enough from my bed that nothing hiding under it could grab me. I went all over my room and found nothing out of the ordinary, no more feeling of something watching me. When I talked to one of my brothers that day about the dream, he said he seriously heard me screaming and was also worried why my parents had not heard anything. I asked him if he heard it, why he didn't do anything and he basically told me he felt he should just ignore it and go back to sleep. He asked me what I saw and I said I don't know, but I think it was a troll with eyes like a shark because there was no white to them at all.
Back when I was even younger, about five or six, that same brother used to always talk about his recurring dreams of goblins that would come for him at night and pick at his skin. He has since to this day not been able to recall what they looked like but unlike me, he has not just had this single conscious memory of something like this encounter.
We have since been extremely active in UFOs and the abduction phenomenon. I know now that what I have seen must have been an alien and interpreted it as a troll of some sort. My brother's latest night time encounter occurred when his roommate had gone to visit his family for the week. He can never remember seeing any aliens or whatever. Whenever this late night scenario would play out, he would suddenly be wide awake and be lying down in the opposite direction they were standing. He would feel the bed mattress move as if someone had sat on the edge of the bed and all of a sudden his head would lift off the pillow and convulse very rapidly and drop back onto the pillow. He would then, right there in his bedroom, feel them doing some sort of quick examination which made him feel pressure in his lower back. The first time it happened he called me up and said he was almost positive he was paralyzed but didn't even try and move after his head shook and plopped back on the pillow. He said that if it happens again he will try and move just to be sure and draw out some validity from the whole situation. The nightly encounter happened again and he found that when he tried his best to move he could not at all, turn around and see what was going on. I know for the most part that my encounter was a one time event but I have had great recall that my brother has been experiencing a lot more throughout his early childhood, up until now. If you know in yourself that you aren't insane, aren't fabricating, and the experiences add up, then there must be some kind of truth.
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