|Abduction by tntrekabulator|
If you told me two weeks ago that I would be one of those kooks claiming to have been abducted by aliens, I would have spit in your face and called you a stone cold liar. Yet here I am.
I’ve never been one to believe in the supernatural. What transpired on July 5th, 2012 changed the way I think – what I believe – who I am – forever. It very well may change yours, if you’re smart.
It was a typical hot summer Texas night. I was on my way home from visiting family and I had decided to take a slight detour in order to avoid 4th of July traffic, and veered onto FM39 – an old farm to market road that was less traveled and less likely to be patrolled. I was hoping to make it home by midnight since I had to work the next day.
As expected, the road was all but empty that time of night and I was making good time. I remember passing mile marker #39 and recall thinking how ironic that was. Seconds later I saw a bright light shooting down from the sky in front of me. At first I thought it might have been a meteorite or a stray firework leftover from the 4th, but the angle and speed of the object suggested otherwise. Then, logically, I concluded that it must have been a low flying helicopter.
I watched the light out of the corner of my eye as I drove. I was mostly surrounded by farm and cattle country, but there were scattered pockets of trees near the road. As I watched the light, it quickly descended into one of those pockets just a hundred yards in front of me. I remember thinking how curious that was and having a strong urge to stop and investigate in case it really was a stray firework or a helicopter in trouble, forced to crash land. But I didn’t. I just kept driving.
And then I passed mile marker #39… again.
28 minutes had elapsed and yet there I was passing up mile marker #39 once more. I shrugged it off and decided I must have misread both and was far more tired than I had realized.
I got home late that night and went straight to bed. That’s when my nightmare began...
I was paralyzed. Paralyzed and unable to act upon my own free will – to move – to free myself – to escape the bonds of my captors. My heart raced. It felt as if it was trying to beat its way out, trying to escape from its own mortal bonds. I wanted to scream, but was powerless to do so.
I was naked. I could see bright lights and strange objects. Objects unlike I’ve ever seen before. I could see shadows of figures darting in and out of the light, but could not make out their true form.
Then I awoke in a pool of sweat.
My nightmare continues still.
Michael A. Walker
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