March 25, 2019
My boyfriend and I went to the blue ridge for a night, we had intended to stay through the weekend. We found the perfect camp site about fifteen minutes northeast of the fish hatchery. It was probably around five or six pm. We hiked until sunset, then went back to the truck (tiny house) to cool down. We were laying on the couch looking outside when something knocked on the truck. Bf went outside to check it out, I stood at the door and he said it was a monkey. It slammed into the side of the truck a few more times, then left “laughing”. Right after that the sky got super dark, unusually quickly, and the wind started blowing hard enough to rock the truck. We sat back down and watched the trees. After a few minutes they started moving closer to the truck. Their branches linked together to form a pattern, then the pattern turned holographic. It got super cold. Two tall grey figures came through the trees, into the truck, and grabbed me. I felt intense pressure come over my body, but I also felt incredibly light. Like something inside me was being lifted. I still feel it when I think about it. My boyfriend asked them who they were, and they stuttered, tried to say they were god. We yelled at them to leave, said they have no power, and they let go. He shut the door and they stayed outside. I talked about going outside to look at the stars, bf asked if I really wanted to do that, then we heard a predator-like growl.