Archive 138 SkinWalkers

from outside. My first thought was that the sheriff's deputy was shining his spotlight on us. Well. I looked over at Bobby's sleeping bag to see if he was awake too, but he wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere inside the room we'd fallen asleep in. Had he gone outside. I thought I was scared to death. We were about to be carted off to jail. So I got up and I went to the window, and out in the yard was a small round craft like nothing I'd ever seen before.

I stood there staring out at it in complete shock, and as I watched a door open and three little gray creatures came out and started walking toward the house. A fourth one came out and stood on the ramp. The light from the little craft turned nighttime into daylight, so I could clearly see everything that was happening. All four of the creatures looked a lot like the aliens that other people describe. They were small, they had gray

skin and large eyes and oversized, edge shaped heads. And then one of the ones on the ground spoke to me. I don't know if it spoke telepathically or if it used actual words, but I do remember what it said, we are looking for male men. What are you talking about? I answered again, I don't know if they were reading my thoughts. Every five was verbally speaking back to them.

We're looking for males, another one repeated. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the middle of the floor in my underwear, and somewhere nearby Bobby was screaming, where am I? Where am I? The bright light was gone. We were in total darkness now. I was struggling to adjust my eyes to it. As I scrambled to find the candles that we'd brought with us into the house.

I found a candle next to my sleeping bag. But Bobby had the matches last before we went to bed, and I couldn't find them anywhere near the candle, so I knew he must still have them. Bobby, I yelled, light a match. He kept repeating, where am I. I don't have any matches to light the candle. I yelled, light a match so I can find you. He went quiet for a minute, and then I heard the distinct sound of a match being struck. It went out before I could locate him, so he had to light another one,

and he lit several before I finally found him. He was practically hanging feet first up the chimney. I managed to help him get out. We'd both fallen asleep in our jeans and he was still wearing his, but somehow I ended up in my underwear. I found my clothes piled in a corner, and I got into them as quickly as I could. We both ran out of that house like bullets fired from a gun. Seconds later, we were in his car and headed toward Interstate twenty to Atlanta.

We didn't care that we'd left all our hunting and camping equipment in the house. We just needed to get away from there. We pulled into a rest area and tried to sleep, but I couldn't let myself close my eyes. I was still shaking in fear, and just before daylight we drove to a waffle house and we had breakfast. Bobby told me that a demon had dragged him out of his sleeping bag and was trying to drag him up the chimney. I described to him what I saw, and he said it could have been demons. This was

nineteen seventy four. There were zero ET movies out at that time. No one that I knew ever talked about aliens or being abducted. Heck, we had no idea what had just happened to us. We just knew we weren't going back in that house in the dark. It was well after daylight when we went back to the house to retrieve our stuff. Bobby kept watching the door while I ran inside and threw everything into one sleeping bag and I ran back out. I tossed it all into

the car and we hauled but out of there. The next afternoon, we went to the opposite side of the property and we hunted, but we were out of the woods and on our way back home before dark. I was at Bobby's house last week for a few days. He had never talked about this with his girls. Two of them were there. They were completely shocked when and we started telling the story. I don't really talk about it to anyone. A few people that I've told said

we must have been stoned. Well, I've never had anything to do with drugs in my life. These days, I don't really care what people think of me. I'm old now and my family believes me, and they're the ones who really matter in the end. My story begins in nineteen seventy eight or thereabouts, when I was a young man of nineteen years old. My friend Kenny and I had been riding on some property that we frequently hunted

on the Mayaca in southwest Florida. We had Kenny's dog, Duke with us, and as we rode, a herd of hogs ran across the road in front of us. We stopped and Kenny released Duke. Wellin thirty seconds, we could hear a hog squeal, meaning that Duke had caught a hog, and we headed out in the palmettos to dispatch the hog and reap our reward. We found Duke with a sixty pound sow and I killed her with my knife.

Duke caught her underneath a solitary oak tree in the middle of the pal meadows, a hundred yards off the road, and as I prepared the field dresser, I noticed that she had tumors around her stomach, and we decided to leave her well. That evening, Kenny and I took our girlfriends out for dinner and later went to the hunting camp for a few drinks. I told Kenny that we should stop and get that hoghead that we had left in the pal meadows and scared the girls on the

way to the cabin. I told the girls that I left my knife with the hog and we were going to stop and pick it up. Back then, there was no such thing as a good flashlight, and the one I had was about dead. It was a moonlit night, so we didn't have any trouble navigating. When we got to the hog, I began to cut its head off. It wasn't a simple task in the dark with a dull knife. I worked and then I heard a noise

in the pal meadows. I thought it was probably an armadillo, because believe it or not, they can sound like a bull coming through the woods. As the sound approached, I heard a grunt, Well, it was more like a growl, or more like a fifteen hundred pound kitten burry. I told Kenny to shine the light over there, and that's when we both realized that we were looking at something ten feet tall and it weighed a thousand pounds at least. Kenny was standing behind me and I was on my

knees kneeling over this hog, and we were petrified. Neither one of us flinched, and within just a few seconds, the creature turned around and disappeared into the night. We ran back to the truck and took the girls home, and we headed to Kenny's house to get my truck. The next day, we met for breakfast and we discussed what had happened, and we decided we might be better off just keeping this to ourselves. After breakfast, we rode

back out to the property. We found that the hog was gone with my knife, and that was the last time Kenny and I talked about what we had seen. Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it. If the two men in this story didn't believe it before, they soon would. One afternoon thirteen years ago, I was informed that a couple of guys were driving up to meet me later that evening. They wanted me to take them out to a local hotspot with the

intent of video recording their experiences. When they arrived, I was surprised at what I saw. Their camera was huge, like one of those TV news cameras. However, this one was equipped with night vision and an infrared flashlight. They told me they ran a popular paranormal investigation website and hope to come home with some really great stories and video footage for their subscribers. After showing me all of their gear and explaining what it was for, we climbed

into my vehicle and began recording. On the way to the highest elevation point of the evening, I learned that the cameraman was terribly afraid of heights. I can't even stand on a chair to change a light bulb without getting sick, he said. His friend laughed, yeah, he hasked to ask his wife to do it for him. After the laughter subsided, I asked, so are you going to edit that part out? They both laughed, all joking aside, it's getting dark fast, so let's pull over here and

get the equipment ready, I suggested. Surprised at what I was hearing, I asked the camera guy what was wrong. The infrared isn't working, and I don't understand. The batteries brand new and work just fine when I tested it before we left. This meant they couldn't use the camera after dark. A bit of a misnomer. Night vision still requires some light to work. Light bit, moonlight, a flashlight, car headlight, street lights, or in this case, their infrared flashlight.

It gets amplified over thirty thousand times using a phosphorus tube. The phosphorus is what makes night vision appear green. Stranger things have happened, I said, I wouldn't worry about it. It'll probably start working once you get back to your hotel. While he was putting the camera away, I pulled out our night vision goggles to see what was happening above us. This was just in time for them to witness three objects.

Two of them appeared to be satellites traveling north together with some distance between them, and as they neared the point of being directly above us, a third object heading east race by them at a very fast and intersected their path directly overhead. That was pretty cool. They both said it's a good sign. I said, okay, let's get going. We still have a long drive ahead of us. We parked and they checked the infrared light again, now still

not working, they said. I took them a minute to point things out and briefly explain what I had planned. As they had more of an agenda, I asked if there was anything in particular they were interested in doing. Where are the buildings? Is there a way I can see them from here? The camera guy asked. I pointed toward the east and said we can look around for a good viewing spot after I get the flashlights out.

While standing at the tailgate and pulling out the gear that we would need, I heard them commenting about something. They were no longer standing behind me. They found an opening in the fence leading out into a pasture. I stopped what I was doing out to meet them. What's wrong, I asked? Do you feel that? Asked the cameraman, what do you mean? Well, it's weird and it feels like something's about to happen. Something is close to us. I can feel it. All three of us looked around, but

we couldn't see anything. Oh, my god, he said, my heart's racing and I can't breathe. Let's get back to the truck, I said, while pulling his arm. Once at the tailgate, he was struggling for air and said, his chest hurt. My skin is on fire, he exclaimed, while fumbling to pull his shirt up. I grabbed a flashlight and shined it on his stomach. Oh shit, his friend yelled out. There were fresh claw marks going from his

stomach to the right side of his body. He was still having a difficult time breathing and couldn't see very well, so I grabbed my camera and took a photo to show him. Look, I said, while holding up the camera, what the hell. I gave him some water to pour on the wound. Shortly thereafter, he started breathing normal again. Let me see your shirt, I said. When he pulled it down. There were no cuts or tears in the fabric. Did you guys see or hear anything out there? No,

they said something or someone attacked you. Good Without lifting up your shirt, I said, do you want to call it a night and go back? No, he said, I'm breathing better now, so let's stay a bit longer. His friend asked, are you sure. I'm okay with going home now, Let's stay a little while longer. I'm fine with that, if you guys are sure, I said, Taking a few minutes to regain his composure, I asked him if they were interested in a short hike up the hill so

they could get her better look at the buildings. They wanted to do the hike, but the friend was wearing flip flop sandals, so we had to go slow and easy. The cactus are everywhere out there, and walking in the desert hills at night is not easy, especially in flip flops. No more than a minute into our hike, the cameraman, who was right behind me, said he couldn't go on. I'm going back to the vehicle, he said. What's wrong, I asked, while still marching up the trail. I can't breathe.

What in the world, I thought to myself. This was so odd, as I had literally just inhaled a deep breath of cool night air, and I thought to myself how wonderful it was. When I turned around to talk to him, I saw that his friend had also turned back and was already at the bottom of the hill. What's wrong with you? I shouted, I can't breathe either, he said. I followed them back to the truck man.

What is going on? Both men said they felt a heavy pressure on their chest, which effectively created a feeling of being suffocated. As it turns out, around ten years earlier, a few other people experienced the same feeling just a few miles away while hiking in a canyon. For them, it only happened in a small area of the canyon and could be repeated if they tried to continue up the trail. In another instance, a couple of hikers were

able to sense the presence of two large beings. These beings were invisible to the human eye, but somehow they could intuitively sense where they were and even their physical dimensions. As they approached the invisible beings, they backed up to keep a safe distance. They must have suspected the men could see them, because they reportedly moved in a zigzag pattern while backing away. With each change of direction, the

two men were able to follow them. Finally, once the perceived creatures were backed up against the cliff wall, the two men began to feel pressure on their chest and experience the same feelings suffocation if they backed away from the beings. They said the pressure was released and they could breathe freely. They said they tested this by moving closer and closer and then backing away repeatedly. The men later gave a friend of theirs a map and directions

to the location of the cliff wall. When she arrived at the spot, she said she also felt the presence on her chest, but she didn't sense a presence when entering the area like they did. She only felt the reaction of being too close to them. One of the men was a friend of mine, so I asked him if, to his knowledge, this suffocating experience was ever reported outside the canyon. He said it wasn't. He wasn't aware of any other locations, and then I told him it just

happened to the two guys who were with me. Getting back to my two guests, now they had had enough they wanted to call it a night. I asked them to come to the shop the next morning and I'd have a copy of a video for them. Earlier that night, they asked for some footage they could use on their website, and unfortunately the video I gave them was the only footage they took home with them. The next morning, I saw him pull up and went outside to greet them. How do you guys feel, I ask? We can breathe

bretter down here, they said, laughing. How's that scratch on your chest? You won't believe it, he said, while lifting up his shirt. It's completely healed. WHOA, that was fast, I said, tell him what else happened? His friend said, I interrupted, Let's first go inside and sit down, and then you can tell me. The camera guy went on to say, after we got back to the hotel, I developed a sudden urge to climb up on the balcony railing and jump. Well, obviously you didn't jump, because you're

here now, I joked. That urged which was stronger than anything I've ever experienced, but I was able to resist, he continued, and then his friend added, I had a similar experience while we were out with you last night. What do you mean, I asked. It was a very compelling urge, like something or someone was calling to me from the house. It was in my head asking me to come inside. Dang, why didn't you say something last night?

I said. We already had the wind knocked out of us and we got clawed, so we just wanted to go home. Yeah, I understand, I said. Then the camera guy got up and walked over to me. Look at this, he said, showing me his watch. I discovered around three hours of missing time this morning. His friend chimed in, Yeah, it's weird because the watch is actually adjusted behind by three hours. It's like he went someplace that's three hours behind and maybe while there reset the watch to the

current time. Well, I thought about that for a moment, right, People with missing time don't normally report the time being adjusted like that. They have the feeling of knowing that something happened, like they went to the store around noon and got home and it's dark outside. The clock stays the same. And that's not all, added the cameraman. You were right. As soon as we entered the hotel room and unpacked the camera gear, the battery for the infrared

light worked just fine. We all laughed and we shook hands. Thanks for coming up, guys, it was great meeting you, and I hope you can salvage something to share with your subscribers. I learned later that when they got home, they found their website was affline. They told me it crashed the night they were out with me. This is the end of their experience, but it's not the end of the story. Allow me to ask you a question. Do you believe the these men were victims in any way?

And if you do, remember that they said they operated a paranormal investigation service and even said they hoped for some interesting stuff to happen to them so they could share it with their followers. And actually that's the entire reason they took time away from their work and families to drive up and go out with me that night. They wanted my help in making that happen. So they were actually successful. They returned home with a lot to

tell people about. Their camera stopped working for no reason, their website crashed. One guy was clawed and suffocated by some unseen force, and he was coaxed to jump from a balcony railing, and then he had missing time. Who knows what happened there. His friend also suffered from suffocation and was being spoken to in his mind to trespass and go inside a deserted building in the middle of the night. Now, allow me to ask you another question.

Could there have been another reason for being coaxed up onto the railing other than junk that is. Remember, he was terribly afraid of heights and couldn't even get up on a chair without getting sick. What if it was really an effort to get him up on the railing but not to jump. What if he had been healed of his fear and getting him up on the railing was actually so that he could see that he was

no longer afraid of heights. Could that be possible? The reason I bring this up is that people have been healed while there. It's happened so often I honestly keep the idea in the back of my mind when crazy things happen and for no apparent logical reason. I've seen implants, Yes, implants ejected or removed from two different people. The first was a twenty something year old father, and the other

was a teenage boy while sitting beside his parents. A middle aged man was in a great deal of pain following an injury to his right shoulder while lifting heavy furniture. The pain grew and grew for a couple of weeks, and finally reached the point where it was keeping him up at night and he could no longer lift his arm. We went inside and pulled back the collar of his shirt,

revealing a small puncture wound in his shoulder. He said that while preparing to take a shower that morning, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye in the mirror. It was a line of dry blood which had run down to his waist from this puncture. If he pressed his finger against the hole, he said he could feel the track of the incision or probe upward into his shoulder. Swinging his arm in full clockwise and counterclockwise movement while laughing, he was obviously no longer

unable to lift his arm. He also said there was no pain. He had absolutely no memory of what happened or who may have helped him with his need for relief. The next day, the puncture had completely healed. Incidentally, his girlfriend was sleeping beside him that night and she had no memory of what may have happened. Another incident, a college student had such a great experience on his first trip out where the weather vein began to spend very fast while he stood underneath it for a photo. It

spun for sixty seconds. There hadn't been power to that water pump for years, and there was absolutely no wind that night, so being a student of meteorology that was quite special, so special in fact, he returned with a good friend who was pregnant. She suffered from severe anxiety and was fearful for her child's safety. I shared a story of the resident feetle Sasquatch visiting a pregnant mayor

in the corral every night. The mayor gave birth to a healthy coat while the other horse ranchers in the area were having complications with births. Then I told her the sasquatch left footprints in the corral one day, and beside hers were smaller, tiny prints. She had a child too. It was right after I finished this story this woman called out to the Sasquatch to help protect her and

her child. Immediately we all heard a powerful vocalization from the corral area, followed by an intense wave of love. We all felt it wash over and through us. That night, this woman was healed of her fear and anxiety. Another young man told me that he was having problems in his marriage where his wife didn't understand his interest in such things. He told her he wanted to come visit this hot scot spot, and surprisingly she said okay. Nothing

happened during his outing and that depressed him. But he emailed me after he got home and he told me a Ufo had visited their home and actually hovered low above the house. She was home and went outside and saw it, and now she believed and they have a wonderful relationship. One woman told me that prior to his death, she was not on speaking terms with her father, so the evening for her was about making contact with her father and healing unresolved differences in guilt she had been

carrying since childhood. His spirit visited her and she recognized his smell and presence. When he was beside her, she felt his love and found forgiveness and healing that night. My landlord even went with me one evening and had quite the experience. This is how she described it. As I began to step from the edge of the forest quite plainly, I heard a voice right alongside of me that told me I no longer had to see anything and to just believe that they were there. I stopped

dead in my track and I couldn't move. In the blink of an eye, my vision completely left me. In total darkness absorbed me, and somehow I felt my feet leave the ground. What immediately followed was a floating sensation. I screamed for Tod, who instantly grabbed my arm, which seemed to pull me back to earth. Tod, I can't see. What do you mean you can't see, I said, my vision is gone. Hang on to me, and he did so.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity to me, waiting for my vision to return, and it eventually did. Tod suggested that we head to the corral. Now I'm not supposed to go any further, she said. Todd didn't understand until I told him what I learned, that they were there, and that I didn't need to see them, that I was just s'posed to believe, and he understood perfectly. We turned around and headed back up the hill, through the woods at the top and back on the other side.

As we reached the last descent, I heard footsteps snapping and slashing behind me. I stopped and listened. The footsteps got closer, and finally they stopped next to me. I told Todd that some one was following us. I know, he replied. We headed for home. My dreams that night could not be explained. I didn't even try. I just

went with the floe and accepted everything that happened. During the course of the following morning, I grabbed my large outdoor watering can and filled it to the brim, at least ten pounds of water in it, and I began to water the multitude of plants throughout my home. Something seemed different, and I stopped, and I tried to figure out what it was, but I kept watering plants, lifting the heavy can up to water a waste high plant. I suddenly realized that the watering can was in my

right hand. There was no pain whatsoever as I carried and lifted it for the next half hour. I couldn't believe it. For some reason, my right forearm had bothered me for quite some time. It was to the point that I couldn't pick up a glass of water without such pain and almost dropping it. Many people had worked on it, but it continued to be a mystery for almost ten to eleven months. That was twelve years ago,

and I still have no pain. Someone fixed me, and I felt strongly as a gesture of simply believing whatever happened to me out there that night. I'm still in awe. These are just a few of the healings which were made possible being at the right place, place, at the right time. So could the camera guy have been healed? Possibly? But I lost touch with him over the years and never found out. Often wonder about his friend and the reason for his being called to visit the house that night,

what could have been in store for him. But in both instances, these men were able to resist that beckoning, as though they had been given a choice, and they chose to say no out of fear. What would you have done?