August 21, 2018
It was summer 2004 or 05. I was living in Ashtabula Ohio at the time. A slew of strange occurrences transpired around me that I still cannot make too much sense of. The following is my recount of one of these.
I was 20 or 21 years old. I was living with some friends of mine and my younger sister. i think our water heater was stolen out of our trailer or broken so I had made plans to shower at my friends house about a half mile walk from where I was living. It was about 9pm when I left the house. I don't remember the walk. I am a little unclear on some of the details of this night and how I got to where I was going after I left. I do remember sitting among "friends" at my destination, and feeling disturbed. I felt as if they were acting strangely, as if they were not who I remembered them to be. I can account for 3 people (the man in the wheelchair, his caretaker, and roomate) but the way they moved and spoke to me was very odd-almost as if it was a memory of them that I was being re-fed somehow. They were repeating phrases. I distinctly begin to clearly recall the following events after experiencing some trauma that I could not see. What I saw was not what I felt. What I was visually recalling did not match what I could sense with my other senses whatsoever (from the lights, the temperature, the impression of those around me, the feeling of the chair, the way I was being touched).
First, as I was sitting on a chair, I began to feel pressure on my skull. I felt vibrations as if my skull was being drilled into. I smelled burnt hair. The man in the wheelchair in front of me I had known for MANY years (a close friends of my late father), tells me "You are ok" & "Do not be afraid" and he keeps checking in on me like he sees what is going on and is compassionate to this as I was clearly frightened. I could not turn my head or pick up my hands off the arms of the chair or get up-but I saw no straps. I was only able to stare straight ahead at his eyes. It was as if that was my only focal point. I settled in knowing something was happening and I could do nothing about it. I was hoping to get out of this with my life. For some odd reason-there was no fighting something I could not see, that I was experiencing and would probably be locked away in a hospital if I did. And these appeared to be family friends so how could I explain this?
At some point I kind of felt I was somewhere completely different. I was told to shower but don't remember the completion of the procedure or going into the bathroom. The rooms of the house felt very cold. I could not lock the door to the bathroom either. I remember sitting on the toilet, in weird fluorescent lighting that I had never been exposed to. I felt that something was taken from me that I would never have again. Something that deemed me a women and human. I was grieving. I was alone in my grief. I was crying and I knew I was not alone even though I couldn't see anyone. I followed through because I didn't want to get in trouble and I felt ashamed and very vulnerable.
I was naked but don't remember taking my clothes off and the bathroom was different then I remember it to be. The water did not feel wet. There was no soap of any kind. Usually I bring my own stuff but I don't remember having my bag with me or even being able to use the house soaps. The mirror did not fog. It was very clean like it had not been used. I kept trying to hide my private with my arms and the way I moved my legs. Throughout the entire shower, I felt I was being watched from above. I felt that beings were watching me like I was a zoo attraction in a tank that I could not see out of but could be seen into. I was crying and moving very quickly.
The last thing I remember from the house was that there was no towel. I do not remember leaving the shower, getting clothes on, leaving the bathroom, the house, or even the street. I came to (I guess you could say) about a tenth of a mile from my house in my original clothes with my bag. I felt superior to that of my former self. I could see without my glasses-very well for the middle of the night. My hearing was excellent. I felt strength in muscles I did not know I had. I felt rejuvenated and almost free of my physical limitations. I even felt taller. As far as my surroundings, I felt nothing but an eerie silence about me. I saw no cars on the remaining stretch (on a main road on the way back into the trailer park I lived in-very close to the freeway). There was not a person in sight. I had no idea what time it was but I knew it was somewhere close to morning. I do not remember getting home.
From this point forward, perception has unfolded the world around me rather then limiting fact. I do not understand what happened. I felt like I had been removed from my physical body and that maybe I have not come back. I do not tell this to many people, but I am just not certain how real the world I exist in today is anything but from memory in simulation. I do not know if it was aliens or our own government harvesting my physical self. It has been hard to see the whats in front of me as reality since.
February 2, 2018
Wow Sarah, that's some encounter. I can empathize with you a little, as in, the perception of the world around you. I have no recollection of any encounters, only the disconnected feeling, and walking around afterwards for days sometimes like a stranger in my own skin. Going through the motions I guess, but not here really.
I wish there were more people willing to open up as you have here. It was clearly traumatic, and if you feel as I do, nobody cares. Its like being raped by Santa Clause.
I can't offer more than a sympathetic ear, but I'm here if you want to vent. This is a good place to do it.:-) Take care.
It's better to walk alone, than with a crowd going in the wrong direction. H.S.
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