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67 By this point in the afternoon I was putting things together and starting to realize what had happened the night before. As Denise stood in front of me telling me about this huge ruckus that had happened, which I somehow missed, I realized - I wasn't there. That's why I didn't hear this. I wasn't even there. But what was I supposed to say to her?! So I just played dumb and quickly changed the subject and diverted her attention. By night time, around 11:30 p.m. I was a wreck because the images of Grays would not stop in my mind. It was as strong as ever, every time I blinked or closed my eyes. I was curled into a ball in the middle of my floor, crying silently, because I thought I was going crazy. I believed I was truly losing my mind and descending into madness. Something was trying very hard to convince me that what I had experienced involved the “Grays.” Yet, I somehow knew that it was all wrong. Something felt off. I KNEW deep down that I hadn't been “abducted by aliens!" even though I've so heavily researched the matter and had all the symptoms of an abduction. Two days later, on Tuesday night, all of us roommates got into it with Todd, yet again. He was always making problems and we were always mad at him. © He had me SO annoyed that I stomped off to my room and went to bed all angry and riled up. I lay there in my bed, totally fuming, and suddenly in my mind, I wasn't in my bed anymore. I was laying flat on my back, on a table, under a light...surrounded by three Grays. It wasn't a still frame image, it was a moving flashback memory. They were surrounding me, peering down at me. I saw one tilt his head slightly to its left, (my right) and lean in slightly, peering at me closer. They weren't gray in color, and they didn't have those exaggerated round heavy looking bulbous heads. They were porcelain white, with the black slanted eyes, the slit for a mouth, and thin necks and bodies and arms. Their faces were long. Very elongated, but with that slight upside down teardrop shape to them. And they seemed so WISE. I just lay there, completely blank and passive, like I was in a drugged stupor. I was so scared at this sudden shift in my mind that I gasped and yanked myself out of the flashback. WHAT the HELL was THAT?!?! My first memory of what happened on Saturday night, that's what! Finally, a memory! Something to confirm all the other roundabout evidence. It was about damn time! Interesting that it didn't occur until Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—— ee *e