Eighteen years ago in Brentwood, California, I was living with my parents and my two sons. My father had gone deer hunting as he did this all my life growing up. It was October, and he always went for two weeks that time of year.
I went to bed around 10:00 p.m. I shared the one room with my boys, Julian, four years old, and Steven, six months. My mother was in bed down the hall in her room.
I was in a deep sleep when all of a sudden something woke me. I was very frighted. I looked in the corner of the room by the bedroom door and standing there were three figures looking at me. They were very tall -- I'd say seven feet at least. Their arms were very long, the tips of there fingers reached past their knees standing straight up. I could not see their faces or any features other than their silhouettes. They did have on long coats of some kind and hats.
It was very dark. Instantly, I felt a calmness and peace. The figures spoke to me without using any words, but I could hear them clearly: "Lie back down and go to sleep. We are not going to hurt you." I lay back down and fell asleep, very much at peace.
The next morning, I told my mother about what happened. She thought aliens, telepathy. I have never had this happen again. It was most unusual. I seem to be more nervous and short-tempered since this happened. I think these three beings did something to me. My parents still live in the house. As far as I know, neither of them has had the same experience that I did.