samtak
07-03-2009, 08:31 PM
I am going to post this story, and one more, in this forum because I beleive it is suitable. I don't care how they are received, because I have rationalized and dismissed these things in every way I can - but that dosen't change the fact that I had these experiences; that I know this happened.
The first real experience I can remember having happened in Malden Township, Essex county, Ontario, Canada. I was in grade two, which would have made the year 1987.
My family lived on a secluded piece of property, isolated from neighbors by a large creek, which also needed to be crossed by way of a narrow dirt bridge to reach the road.
None of that really affects the story, other than the setting either stands up to the "cliched" surroundings for such a story.
Moving on, I can't remember anything significant from the day leading up to whatever this was, but I can remember the evening with singular clarity. I was lying in the top bunk of the bunks I shared with my sister (who was 5). I had been in bed just long enough to for my mother to leave the room, and for me to settle my 7-year old's fidgeting, and try to sleep. I distinctly remember closing my eyes, and then opening them, then reclosing them and touching my eyelids to make sure they were closed, because I could see through my eyelids.
I called my mother into the room, and asked her if my eyes were closed. She said they were, and I told her that I could still see through them. She, trying to comfort me, explained that sometimes when you get so used to seeing th same thing, sometimes you can think you can see them with your eyes closed. It was very typical loving, yet dismissive, advice from a parent. That's not the point. But this is:
My mother left, telling me to try to get some sleep anyway. I asked her to leave the door open, so the light from the hall would brighten the room. I lay in bed, staring through my eyelids at the open door, when I saw a very tall, very thin something walk from left to right across the door. I could neither scream, nor move. Slightly stooped over, as if to look into my room, the top of it's head would have brushed the top of the door, so it was at least 80" tall (about 6' 8). As far as I could tell, it was naked, with very brown, dry looking skin - the shade and sheen of dried oak leaves. I can't remember facial details, but it had a small, eliptical head. The tips of it's fingers hung as low as it's knees - I remember it seeming to be almost all arms and legs, with a disproportionately short torso. Other than the fact that it was hairless, I can't rememeber anything else about it.
Now, this is hard, because I can't explain this part at all. It walked by the first time, and sort of looking into the room. Then, I saw it's head sort of poke into the doorframe from around the corner, like it was trying to peek in without being seen. Still terrified, I tried to look as asleep as possible, but I was awake. I can't explain how I know the difference, but try lucid dreaming, and you'll be able to tell if you're asleep or awake.
Anyway, it pulled back from the door and sort of fast-stepped back the way it came. It was acting like it didn't expect, or want to be seen.
That's it. I knew it was gone when it was gone, and I fell right into sleep. I don't think I ever told my mum, but I have told other people.
Lastly - I had never heard of David Icke or Lizard people until I moved to Calgary in 2007.
The first real experience I can remember having happened in Malden Township, Essex county, Ontario, Canada. I was in grade two, which would have made the year 1987.
My family lived on a secluded piece of property, isolated from neighbors by a large creek, which also needed to be crossed by way of a narrow dirt bridge to reach the road.
None of that really affects the story, other than the setting either stands up to the "cliched" surroundings for such a story.
Moving on, I can't remember anything significant from the day leading up to whatever this was, but I can remember the evening with singular clarity. I was lying in the top bunk of the bunks I shared with my sister (who was 5). I had been in bed just long enough to for my mother to leave the room, and for me to settle my 7-year old's fidgeting, and try to sleep. I distinctly remember closing my eyes, and then opening them, then reclosing them and touching my eyelids to make sure they were closed, because I could see through my eyelids.
I called my mother into the room, and asked her if my eyes were closed. She said they were, and I told her that I could still see through them. She, trying to comfort me, explained that sometimes when you get so used to seeing th same thing, sometimes you can think you can see them with your eyes closed. It was very typical loving, yet dismissive, advice from a parent. That's not the point. But this is:
My mother left, telling me to try to get some sleep anyway. I asked her to leave the door open, so the light from the hall would brighten the room. I lay in bed, staring through my eyelids at the open door, when I saw a very tall, very thin something walk from left to right across the door. I could neither scream, nor move. Slightly stooped over, as if to look into my room, the top of it's head would have brushed the top of the door, so it was at least 80" tall (about 6' 8). As far as I could tell, it was naked, with very brown, dry looking skin - the shade and sheen of dried oak leaves. I can't remember facial details, but it had a small, eliptical head. The tips of it's fingers hung as low as it's knees - I remember it seeming to be almost all arms and legs, with a disproportionately short torso. Other than the fact that it was hairless, I can't rememeber anything else about it.
Now, this is hard, because I can't explain this part at all. It walked by the first time, and sort of looking into the room. Then, I saw it's head sort of poke into the doorframe from around the corner, like it was trying to peek in without being seen. Still terrified, I tried to look as asleep as possible, but I was awake. I can't explain how I know the difference, but try lucid dreaming, and you'll be able to tell if you're asleep or awake.
Anyway, it pulled back from the door and sort of fast-stepped back the way it came. It was acting like it didn't expect, or want to be seen.
That's it. I knew it was gone when it was gone, and I fell right into sleep. I don't think I ever told my mum, but I have told other people.
Lastly - I had never heard of David Icke or Lizard people until I moved to Calgary in 2007.