Your True Tales
October 2005 – Page 30

Bug-Like Alien
by Alex

A few people ask me why I don't fix one of the tattoos I have. I won't fix it because of what I experienced one night when I was about 15. My brother and I made a tattoo machine, and one night we were in the living room. He was starting to do a tattoo on my arm. My sister and my cousin were with us; they were jumping around the couches, while my brother and I were talking. At this time it was about 12 or one o'clock at night. All the lights were off in the house except for the two lamps we had on in the living room.

As we were talking, my sister and cousin stopped jumping around and were in the corner of one of the couches looking at the doorway with scared looks on their faces. We both stopped everything and looked at doorway. This small, skinny, dark figure walked into the room. It was about three to four feet tall, and its skin looked shiny like a bug's shell. Its body parts were segmented at its joints and I really couldn't see its face.

About six or seven seconds went by as it walked halfway into the room, and then just suddenly vanished. None of us knew what to do or say, and I know what I saw not only that three other people saw it, so I knew my mind wasn't playing tricks. We were all shocked for a couple of minutes, but then went back to what we were doing. That's just one of the many things I experienced while living at that house.

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