I'm not sure THIS belongs in this thread, as it deals with aliens instead of ghosts, but it is "creepy" and has completely changed my life for the worse. I once posted this experience on a UFO site, but never before or since, because it bothers me to just mention it now.
Date and Time: 1989 – 1997
Many things occurred over a period of at least eight years. (Other things have happened before this.)
Description of Experience: It's a long story..... Forgive me for taking up so much space here, but I feel it necessary to explain the entire sequence of events. If it's too long to read, I certainly understand and don't blame you for going on to the next story in this thread.
The time surrounding this particular series of events began around July 1989. This is not to say that July 1989 was the first time I had paranormal activities in my life, but the things that I'm going to convey to you now, began around that time... And although the things that I'm posting happened over a long period of time, I feel they are related, or I would not have placed them here.
It began with an evening out at an American Legion post, in Guntersville, Alabama. I had went with my brother and his 12 year old son to the local American Legion post, where they were holding dart throwing contests. Not actual tournaments, but just open games where anyone could enter the competition. After an evening of mediocre games at best, we felt it was time to get back to his house, so that his son could get ready for school the next day. Also, the American Legion closed at 10:00 pm, so there was actually no other choice. We left the American Legion at around 10:05 pm and made a quick stop at a convenience store. After that, we drove to his house, which was approximately 8 miles away. He lived in a rural area that is very sparsely populated and the road to his house had no houses for miles. About half way there, we stopped to use the bathroom, which is something most country boys in Alabama do without even thinking twice. The “bathroom” consisted of a patch of weeds on the side of the road with no traffic. I'm sure there are many out there that understand exactly what I'm saying. Anyway, I add this bit of information only to establish a relative time frame for the trip from the Legion to his house. The trip, including the stops at the convenience store and the weeds, should have taken no longer than a half hour, at most. (I went back over the route the next day and it took less than 25 minutes.)
When we arrived at his house, his wife came out and asked why we were so late... We didn't understand what she meant, until she said it was after 12:30 in the morning! (12:35 to be exact) -We both said that was impossible, until we checked with out watches... She was right! Not really understanding any of this, I departed and went home.
The next morning, as I was putting my socks on, I noticed a pink “scar” on the inside of my ankle, about the size of a small pencil eraser. I looked at the other ankle and there was another one, identical to the first in shape, size and location (except on the opposite foot). The marks looked like “scars”, but I had never seen them before. They appeared like two small “gouges” of skin had been “scooped” out and had now healed. (although they were NOT there before!) The marks were approximately 6 mm in diameter and 2 mm deep- 'cup' shaped. This, along with the time missing the night before really had me wondering what the heck was going on... I immediately got in my car and re-traced our trip from the night before, stopping at both the store and the side of the road, re-enacting everything we had done the night before. There is no way the trip could have taken over 25 minutes. But it was evident that over 90 minutes were MISSING! (Not including the stops and actual driving time.) I went over all the details with my brother, his wife and his son... there was no deviation in accounts of the trip and times of events.
This was perplexing, but there was nothing we could do about it. At the time, there was no reason to do anything; but few nights later, I had a very vivid dream of three tall “beings” (doctors) standing over me, examining me and several smaller “things” watching. I was on a metal table with platforms so my arms to be outstretched at 90 degrees. (like a flat, metal cross.) There was a table of sorts, to the right of my head. I was lying on my back and the three tall “doctors” were to my right, while there were several shorter, darker beings seated behind a small two feet high wall to my left. There was a strong light above me, but I couldn't actually see a “light”. One of the tall ones (to my right) said, as if instruction to the smaller ones, “This would normally be terminal”. -- That's about all I can remember of that now.
Fast forward a couple of months...
I found a beautiful house for rent on a bluff, overlooking several miles of the Tennessee River, north of Guntersville, Alabama. The house was beautiful, but very isolated. There were only a few (3) houses within a quarter of a mile. It was about an eighth of a mile down a little gravel drive that dead-ended at the house. There was nothing around the house but woods and a cliff, overlooking the river.
https://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&ll=34.516702,-86.195248&spn=0.000611,0.001313&t=h&z=20
It's the house lowest in this Google Maps image, with the large elevated deck. - The houses that are beside and behind it now were not there then. I give this link so that the sense of isolation can be appreciated. If you zoom out, you can see the Tennessee river at the bottom of the mountain.
The house had not been occupied for a long time (which I found strange, because of its beauty and location) and a little work was required. The view of the Tennessee River (1600 feet below), was blocked by several small to medium trees that had grown up between the back yard and the bluffs (cliff). One of the first things I did was to start clearing those trees, so we could see the river from the 2nd floor deck. As I cut one of the wild cherry trees, it was evidently in a bind and I didn't realize it. When I made the first cut after it fell to the ground, the trunk sprang back and struck me in the chest. I was knocked to the ground and almost unconscious. Immediately upon getting back up, I realized that the impact with the tree trunk had broken some ribs on my left side.
I went to my doctor, who confirmed that I had broken two ribs, over my heart, about an inch to the right of my left nipple. He also said that because of this, I would inevitably get pneumonia... When I asked “why”..., he said that because I was a smoker (then), I would favor those ribs and not cough, causing a buildup of phlegm in my lungs, causing pneumonia. I then saw that he was right, because I hadn't coughed much since the accident. { I know this is dragging on, but I promise, there is a purpose to all this. ;-) } Because of what the doctor said, I 'forced' myself cough after that.
The night after the doctor visit, I was asleep in the recliner in the living room (I couldn't bare the pain to lay flat in a bed), when I awoke during the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. On the way to the bathroom, a 'LOUD' sound scared me so bad, I jumped at least four feet. The sound was like in the movies, when a spaceship takes off! It “whirred” a few seconds, then faded off, straight up! (It was pleasant outside, so the windows were open.) I first wondered if I had been dreaming, but the dogs barking outside told me that if it 'was' a dream, the dogs had the same one. After slightly composing myself, I finally got to the bathroom to complete the mission that woke me up to begin with. Standing there, I knew I had to cough, so I prepared myself in the now familiar fashion of folding my arms around my chest and braced for the excruciating pain- I coughed and- ...NO PAIN! I coughed again and... NO PAIN! This was wonderful! I must have coughed twenty times!
As soon as the elation died down, I began to wonder “why” was there no pain. I looked down and saw a small hole, “burned” into my shirt, directly over where the broken ribs 'had' been! I always carried a pen in that pocket and upon further inspection, I found that the burn had gone through my shirt pocket and into the “Pilot V” pen. Not all the way through the pen, but deep enough that I wondered why it wasn't leaking. (I still have the pen (Pilot V) with the melted spot in it.)
I don't know what healed me, but it did! It burned a hole through my shirt and into the pen in my pocket... and mended my ribs! I still had the calcification lumps caused by the breaks in the ribs, but they were now healed!
After that “healing” encounter, strange things began happening on a regular basis. My wife and children witnessed many events that, had I not been there, I would have a hard time believing it. Once, my daughter said there were “men” outside her window (which was on the ground floor) with “flashlights” that shown through the curtains and into the room. (This room over-looked the bluffs.) There were never any 'people' around that house!
My 8 year old son said that “little men” led him out during the night and showed him their spaceship. He drew the “ship” that he said was in the front yard. He said that as they were leading him out, I was sitting up in my chair as if in a trance... my eyes were open, but didn't react to him and “help” him, as the beings lead him outside. I found him asleep on the floor by an open door (downstairs) the next morning. My wife “dreamed” that beings (other than human) transported her to another “place”. I would regularly “dream” of interaction with aliens.
I set up a mini tape recorder that used the small cassette tapes (before the time of solid state memory) and set it on “Voice Actuated” record, so that it would automatically record when a sound activated it. The next morning, there was a strange noise at the beginning (like dishes breaking), then 60 minutes of white noise. I tested it over and over and it always turned on when there was no sound.
We began seeing lights outside at night. The lights would travel at very slow speeds to very fast speeds with no sound. These lights were within a 3 to 5 mile radius over (and INSIDE) the Tennessee River below. Approximately 5 miles across the river below us, was another mountain, the same height as the one we lived on. It was on these mountains and their slopes, where the 'lights' occurred.
On the mountain directly across the river, was a small town and community called “Fyffe”. That is in a different county (DeKalb County) from the one we lived in (Marshall County), but we could see the activity from our mountain side.
There are documented events in Fyffe, where even the sheriff of that county saw a UFO. (Google “ Fyffe Alabama”) Anyway, that is about 5 to 7 miles from the house we were in (as the crow or UFO flies), so we could see some activity that even they couldn't, because it was on the slopes or on and 'IN' the river. I watched some of those lights go down to the river, then go beneath the water. You could see a dim light when they went under, but sometimes they would come out and sometimes the light would disappear.
One morning, after a real busy night of light activity, there was an army helicopter that came up the bluffs, as if searching for something, and when it got within a hundred yards or so, we could see right inside, because it was at the same level as our house. The men (soldiers) inside acted like we weren't even there... that was all. After that, the local television station reported people seeing a black helicopter right before several cow mutilations. This happened several times. I don't know what ever became of that. My brother brought a couple of psychic people up there that couldn't wait to get away. People coming to visit would say they could “feel” a difference at our house. When things got quiet (like at night), I could hear an extremely low-pitched rumble that sounded like a bulldozer underground.
There were 'flocks' of humming birds. One even built a nest right by the second floor deck. I watched as she raised two little babies. There were hundreds of bats that roosted in our attic. In the evening, they would dive out of the attic, above the sliding glass door (so we could count them), and fly into the surrounding woods. It seemed that all types of wild life (including spiders and scorpions) were drawn to that house! This “activity” continued for several years, until I finally had to move in 1997. A combination of deteriorating health (mental and physical) and deteriorating family.
I really “can't” remember everything, but I know there was more. A LOT more! Since then, my family has dissolved. My daughter joined the Air Force and refused to come home again! My son began to get straight F's at school and dropped out (I don't know where he is now.). My wife left and now lives in a different state. There is something hanging above all our heads that haunts our memories and our dreams. It has destroyed my family and has almost physically destroyed me! I once considered hypnosis to quit smoking, but refused for fear of remembering “things” that I don't want to know. I'm sure that if my son, daughter or wife were here, they would say: “You're not telling half of what happened”, but that is all I 'can' tell - for now. It's more than I've been able to talk about for many years.
Well, that my story... or least 'part' of it. From the testimonies of my (now estranged) family, there is much, much more that my conscious mind has blocked.