This is an interesting story. And we've done several lost time events in people's lives where they encounter something odd and they lose hours, sometime days of time, and this is what this is, and it's real interesting. I hope you enjoy it. I know it's a little stressful for the writer, but it's a good story. My story begins twenty years ago on a hot summer night in Georgia. My best friend Brandon and I were enjoying our summer
break before eighth grade began in a few weeks. We had attended church with my uncle and his family that night, and I would love to say it was because we were young Christian youths looking for Jesus, but the truth is my buddy had a crush on my aunt's niece, who would regularly attend church with them. Guilty done that before the crush is what led to an event in my life. I still can't expect lane or seemed to
get out of my mind even twenty years later. The sun had just dipped below the hills when a familiar itch, a young man Field, struck my friend and he decided that the two hours at church with my cousin just wasn't enough to scratch that itch. My family all lived close at that time, and it would only mean a short walk to the top of the hill up Green Road, so I agreed, despite being thoroughly aggravated at the prospect
of sharing my friend with my cousin. We had only been on the road long enough to get thirty five feet from the house when our attention was caught by a sudden appearance of a pair of lights at the edge of my yard. There were like two brilliant spotlights shining straight down into the Georgia pines at the edge of the woodline up the hill from where we stood. There were thirty feet or so above the treetops and seemingly coming from a single point before fanning out slightly
to either side. If you've ever seen the batman's spotlight, it was similar, but instead of shining up into the sky, they were shining down. The odd thing is that the lights never penetrated the tree canopy. They stopped midair, about ten feet above the tree tops, and then created circles of light like the bat symbol. It was almost like there was a sheet of dirty glass between whatever was
emitting the lights and the trees. The two lights did a sort of dance around one another, very slowly at first, but they quickly sped up to a point of a blur, and then they vanished. During the light show, the area was completely silent, and nothing seemed to move or make any sound. As I think on this now, it seems even more strange because that summer we had a zucada hatch and if you've ever heard them on warm nights,
you know I mean. So, just like that, the lights were gone, the sound of the night returned with a collective gas by my friend and I. The entire series of events only lasted four or five seconds. I know most people think they would flip out if something like that happened to them, but that isn't what happens at all. We just continued to walk up the hill when a thought came to me. I said, wait, man, we didn't hear anything before those lights came on. What if whatever
that was is still there? I said, Well, this gave us the creep, so we turned around to head back and tell my family. To our surprise, we were locked out of the house and no one would answer the front door. So we tried the back and again there was no answer. We finally decided to try out my bedroom window and were able to get inside, but to our continued surprise, every light in the house was off and everyone was asleep. Checked the clock on the living
room wall and it read ten minutes past midnight. Now I've read about this type of thing happening since then, where people are missing time. The time is just gone and that's all you're left with. While we were surprised at these events, we still never lost our composure or got excited or afraid. And we really didn't talk about it that much. I know that sounds odd, and it feels odd too, but that's what it was like. We
were calm and a little confused. We even went back to my window to stand out in the night air. And then the urged pea hit me hard, and at that moment Brandon said, oh, dang, man, I got a pee too. So we did what nature allows any young man to do, and we peed on the grass out the window, and I noticed a sensation of burning. And again my buddy spoke up and he said, man, this burns.
I imagine those reading or listening to this story think this might be an embellishment of sort but to me in that moment, it only solidified the event in my mind. I don't tell this story anymore because people seem to lose a little respect for me when I do, and I don't blame them for that. It's just human nature. However, I did confide these events to a friend a few years ago, and he made a suggestion that caused the thought to enter my mind that creased me out even now.
He suggested that I do regressive hypnosis to uncover any potentially hidden memories from my missing time. That was when I realized that if I can't remember something that happened when I was awake and maybe I was taken, then how many times was I taken while sleeping? Then what if I'm still being taken? And if I am, do
I really want to walk around knowing about it? Well, the answer for me is a big fat no. While I would like to learn more about what exacts happened to us, I've learned that being happy and being right don't always line up. That's the end, and that you know that last statement really hits a chord with me, because let's say this happens to you. There are some people who just have to know. They have to know what's happened to them, and we don't. Well, I don't
think we really know with these missing time events. It could be an anomaly that's common in the human brain, or you could, I guess, you could be actually being taken by I don't know ets. Maybe maybe that's the answer. But he says that he doesn't want to know. He's happy like he is. He's not injured in any way, he doesn't it doesn't limit his life. And I'm assuming these things, but if he's happy, that's kind of a
common thing to assume. But he's not. He's not dealing with any PTSD or anything like that, and he just doesn't want to know. Me. On the other hand, I think I would want to know. I've actually been through hypnosis once. I had a guy in an office building that I worked at that I worked in one time, and he was a hypnosis guy. He was a hypnotist and he would hypnotize people to help them lose weight,
or to help them quit smoking, or you know. I mean, I'm sure there's a number of things that people want to be hypnotized for, and apparently it helps a lot of people. It didn't help me, I went for to try to quit smoking, and I've never quit smoking. I don't smoke but two or three cigarettes a day now. I have a couple in the morning with my coffee, but that's all I smoke. And I'll have a dip of skull a couple of times a day, but that
seems to satisfy my nicotine craving. And maybe I guess maybe that hypnosis helped, but I know it took ten years after that for me to decide, you know, man, I need to cut down on smoking these cigarettes, and so I did. And so hypnosis works for some people,
it doesn't for others. I know that when he was hypnotizing me, I did go to sleep, and so maybe there was something going on in my subconscious while he had me so relaxed in that chair that maybe it just didn't get through to my brain my subconscious, if that's what happens. But anyway, it's an interesting story, and these time loss stories are fascinating to me, so I thought i'd share it with you. I appreciate the writer sending it. Thank you. Okay, this looks like a dog
man's story and it's it's it's pretty creepy. It's a little creepy. It's kind of short. Let's see what the writer says. It was a summer between my seventh and eighth grade years. It was in the middle of the nineteen nineties in South Carolina. I was spending all my time at a friend's house in the country near a pipeline that was being restored. We had lots of Shenanigans to keep us busy. We would run wild all day and camp in his front yard at night with his dog, Apache,
which he claimed to be a wolf hybrid. I just thought Apache was a Nakita mix that resembled a wolf, wasn't really a wolf. There was a night or two we let a patche off the chain to run off the wild dogs that would occasionally come through here. That was a sight to see. And some of the dogs Apache fought off were much larger, but he went after them anyway. This dog wasn't afraid of anything. This will
have a bearing on the story. In a minute, we were sitting by a fire we had just built with a patchee and talking about nothing like junior high school boys do, and we noticed a patche moved behind us. He was whimpering and his tail was tucked. We were confused and started looking around to see why Apache would act so strange. Then, on the road up the hill, I saw the biggest white dog I have ever seen. I told my friend to look at that dog, and he saw it and he said, that ain't no dog.
We started shushing each other because fear was sitting in. The creature was one hundred yards away on a paved road, standing on four legs, and our great decision making process of youth, we thought it would go away, and we sat motionless, waiting and watching. But it didn't go away. Instead, it began to stroll toward us in a casual manner. Apache still wanted no part of this. He had moved to the edge of his chain, trying to get back
to the house. The dog's nervous behavior only fed my fear, and I wanted to run, but where was I going to go? Stay still, my friend said, I think it'll walk on past down the road. Just stay still. In reality, it took the creature a minute to close half the distance, but it felt like an hour. Now it was at the driveway, and that's where it stopped and stood up on its high legs and then continued toward us. That was all it took for us to break our strategy
of sitting still. We were closer to the house than the creature was to us, and it was now or never, so we unhooked a patche and ran like lightning to the front porch while my buddy fumbled with the doorknob. I took a second look back. I expected the creature to be pursuing us, but it wasn't. It had stopped where we had been sitting before. Its six foot tall frame was illuminated by the orange glow from the fire.
Get that door open, I screamed, and I heard it fly open, and we fought each other and the dog to get inside. Then we slammed the door behind us. Apache ran to a back room immediately, brave old Apache. A sofa was promptly shoved in front of the door, and we quickly went to the window to see if this thing had come closer. But there was nothing there. Apparently lee it had left, only the flickering flames of
a dying campfire. I stayed there that night because I wasn't leaving that house before daylight, and we didn't sleep at all. I didn't stay at my friends again until after he moved from that place, and every so often we talk about that night. He swears it was a werewolf. But all I know is that I saw a huge dog that started walking on its hind legs. Dogs aren't supposed to do that. Yep, that was a dog man's story.
And can you imagine seeing a giant white dog walk into your yard and then eventually stand up on its hind legs and start walking to you? What would you do? I think I'd be so paralyzed. I might just sit there and just watch it till it got right up on me. I don't know. I don't know what I would do, but that's pretty speaky. I really appreciate this story from the writer. You did a good job right in it, and I enjoy reading it, and I hope the audience liked it too. Thanks. Hey, this is a
bigfoot story. I'm pretty sure I haven't read all the way through it, but it looked to know it's not a bigfoot story, but that's okay. It's a really good story. And if you guys hear a saw in the background, that's my old lady out there doing some carpentry work. She wanted some macaroni and cheese tonight. That's kind of a luxury for her, and I told her, I said, well, if you're going to get macaroni and cheese, you're going to have to do that finished carpentry work inside the house.
And so she's busy doing that. But let's get to this story. This occurred in two thousand and five and tuck Willa, Washington, in the mid spring, at three point thirty pm in the afternoon. I'd like to share the story with you, which to this day still makes me shrink on the inside, wanting to become very small. It only lasted a couple of minutes, but this short event filled me with the heavy, dark feeling of the ultimate
of my existence. I've only shared this with a handful of people, and even then they give me the look of oh whatever, with a sideways grin. And this is a familiar reaction to my story. I'm sixty years old now and beginning to understand that if I don't share my experiences, someday they will go to the grave with me and then no one will have heard them. At this time in my life, ridicule is no longer a concern.
So you can believe my story or not. My story starts with me walking to work to begin my night shift at a manufacturing company. My shift was from six pm to six am. I lived four blocks from work, therefore I always walked. I would leave home at five pm and take my time and enjoy the walk. The walking path I followed ran along the Green River. I was starting at the head of the path with a
slight downward incline. It was a beautiful, warm, clear spring day with no wind, and as I was looking ahead, something dark caught my attention from my right and slightly high above the tree line, towards the mall, which was two blocks in that direction. I turned my head slightly to see I saw the right profile of it. This creature was black and appeared to be humanoid. It had black wings and legs. It was in the position of a bird that is about to reach down and grab
its prey. I turned my attention forward and I was hit with a feeling of fear. I felt dread, as if I were a field mouse in an open area. My mind was telling me that it was a blackbird swooping down, but then another part was saying, what the hell is this thing? I turned my head to the right again to look, and there it was, in the same spot. It hadn't moved. It looked like a bird, but with legs and arms held slightly out from its body, with what looked like a head like a bird at all.
Its wings were held back in the lily. Its wings were held back in the position of a bird of prey, and then it was swooping down. My mind was trying to take it all in, and warning signals were going off crazily in my mind, telling me to move slowly, in quietly. And at the same time I was beginning to realize that this thing was hovering in the direction of the shopping mall and a little bit above it. However, that was two blocks away. Well, how could I see
any of this detail? It is so far away that I should only be able to see a black spot. But finally I understood that this thing was large. I shifted my gaze forward to determine how much farther until I was down this incline and out of sight, and it was fifty feet away. I looked again to see, and of course it was still in the same position and giving me that feeling of pure dread. No desire
to stop and look. All I cared about was getting to work after a third look, I just focused on getting to the location of not being seen or seeing it. I made it to work early and was still feeling scared. Later in the shift, I shared my experience with a coworker and I received laughter. I shut up after that, and I didn't talk about this for many years. And over the years I've tried to grasp what I had seen.
I honestly don't know. Maybe I don't need to know yet, even to this very day, when I think about this, the feeling of fear is still present. This writer has a second experience, and here is that one. There was a short incident that happened four months later. It was the first part of July and it was one pm in the afternoon. I was walking in the parking lot of the same shopping mall as my previous experience. I was halfway across the large parking lot. I had my
headphones on and I was listening to music. Suddenly I had the feeling that something was flying above me, now duck down. And at the same time I saw a shadow pass and it was shaped like a large bird. I could see that it was a shadow of a wing that measured end to end at least twenty feet, but that was a poor guess at best. I immediately stopped and I looked up. There was nothing in the sky except for a few high, white, thin clouds. I looked to see if it was a plane, and there
was none. I did a complete three sixty looking up and I still saw nothing. I raced to the entrance and once again having that feeling of being a field mouse out in the open. I don't know what I saw on those two occasions, but I think they may have been related. Whatever it was, it gave me the feeling of being prey, like I was hunted. Well, that about covers the subject, and you can tell make it for what it's worth. Thank you for your time and
for allowing me to share my experiences. One final thought is that I've noticed that people who have had strange encounters seem to be able to check a few boxes off in the crypto or paranormal or even UFO categories. I know that I can check a few of those boxes myself, and all are in the category of I just don't know what I saw. Oh, very good story, I mean this guy is like plagued with this huge black winged creature. Maybe it's the moth Man. See, I
don't know much about the moth Man. I've see pictures of it and I see I think there was a movie. Richard Geared di in a movie about it. I've seen advertisements on social media of Mothman festivals. I've never really looked into the Mothman thing, but that this could be kind of a Mothman thing. I'm guessing. I mean, what do I know. I have no idea. I just recite these stories, but it kind of sounds like it. Or
it could be a terrordoctyl. You never know. Terrordoctyls, God guess could exist, and I know there's people out there who think they do, and they might be right. You never know. Thank you to the writer for the story. It was really really interesting. My friend and I spent a weekend camping at Rock Lake in Algonquin Park one summer about five years ago. I had no idea what was about to happen. If I had, I know, I
wouldn't have even gone there in the first place. We were fooling around using my green laser pointer to point out a ton of objects that we observed moving about and at flashing lights in the sky. It appeared that these lights were communicating with each other. After this amazing experience, we hit the tent to sleep. It had two rooms with the front screen porch keep the bugs out. We settled in for the night and put the fire out, and we went to sleep. I woke to the zippers
on my tent having been opened. I didn't know what time it was, but it was still pitch black outside. With my eyes closed, I was thinking that it was probably my friend next to me, who may have woken to relieve himself. I enjoy drinking, probably a little too much, and we had quite a buzz on. I thought it was him staggering over the wrong side of the tent, and I heard a long zip and then another long zip. My friend knows that I like to unzip each end
of the center and not completely to one side. I could tell from the sound that it was being unzipped. How I would prefer it not be unzipped. Oh well, he was drunk, so I didn't expect anything else from him. I said, hey, Brad, wrong side bro. As I heard the zipping of the tent door opening repeated, but this time louder. Hey, Brad, I said, but there was no response, and I opened my eyes. There was the most terrified sight, beyond what I could have even imagined. A creature was
crouched down looking in my tent. I thought it was a human at first, but it was staring at my face with huge, glowing green eyes. Naturally, I freaked out and slapped the tent floor and ground as hard as I could, like a bullet. This creature took off into the darkness, with branches and things breaking as it thankfully ran off. I have camped solo since then, but not at that place. I can't honestly say what it was, but I have never heard of an animal opening a
zipper of a tent. Now, I tell you what I was terrified. Until you encounter something like this, you have no idea how you react. One thing I do know is that most people would get out of there as soon as physically possible, and that's what we did. It took a little effort to get Brad up and going, but he sobered up quickly, and by the look on my face and the tone of my voice, he had no clue what had just happened, but as I gained my composure, I explained it all to him. I'm not
sure if Brad ever believed me. I know for damn sure what I saw and this thing was real. Whether he believed me or not, I really don't care. Over the years, thinking about what this thing could have been, I narrowed it down to the crypto zoology category or the eufology category. It was either an alien or an et entity, or an adolescent soisquatch. My conclusion is that whatever it was, it was curious in only looking at me. It did not harm me, but sure startle the crap
out of me. And that's the end of the story. Well that's interesting. I mean, you look out the end of your tent, there's these two green eyes looking at you. That would freak me out too. But that's a real interesting story. Thanks to the writer for sending it. I would like to preface my story by saying I have never taking psychedelic drugs, and nor have I ever been a drinker. I was completely sober when this happened. Just before daybreak on a warm summer morning, I was driving
south on I twenty six from Ashville, North Carolina. I had just dropped my husband off at work and was heading home to Hendersonville. The morning light was still low and it was a bit foggy, so I was driving cautiously in the right lane. As I was passing the Ashville Airport exit, I saw a large, bright light high in the sky coming down vertically directly in front of me. I remember thinking that airplane is off course and headed in the wrong direction. It looks like it's trying to
make a landing on the Interstate. I pulled over next to the guardrail and turned my radio volume down low. As the light came closer, it stopped and hovered just above the interstate, about one hundred and fifty yards away from me. Then the craft slowly made a sharp right pe turn and moved to the east of me to hover about one hundred and fifty feet above the dairy farm below. This property is now the golf course at
the Ashville Airport. The craft was only about fifty yards from the guardrail now and where I sat in my car, I was mesmerized. I rolled down my window and turned off my car. I could hear the noise of the spacecraft pulsing and whirrying. It did not look or sound like anything like the airplanes I had seen and heard flying at the Ashville Airport over the years. The craft was flat on the bottom and domed an upside down
saucer shape. The craft was huge, at least the length of a football field, and as it pulled alongside me on my right, the bright light on the front of the craft was behind my view inside the car as it illuminated the pasture and the trees beneath the craft. I could also see that there were three smaller lights on the side of the craft that I was now facing, a red light flanked by two small blue lights located
at the bottom of the disk. I could also see faint lights of the Ashville Airport runway in the background. I remember thinking it must be some type of top secret aircraft being tested by the Air Force. I got out of the car and I walked around to the back of my Camaro over to the guardrail. I stood there for some time, just staring at it and trying
to rationalize what I was seeing. Why had the airport controlled not called the highway patrol, I thought to myself, Why is no one stopping, Why is there no response from police or emergency agencies. All of these questions ran through my mind as I stood there for several minutes, staring at the craft and waiting to see what it would do next. I felt like I was in some
kind of a trance or hypnotic state. That was the last thing I remember until forty five minutes later, when I found myself sitting in my car with both windows rolled up. The radio was blaring and the car was running. The heat was on high, and I was drenched in sweat. By then, it was full daylight and cars were zooming past me. I was dazed and confused as I drove home,
emotionally shaken, crying, and generally terrified. I was also in intense pain, so I went to bed immediately and I slept for several hours due to the stress and the pain in my lower abdomen was excruciating. I never said anything to my husband or anyone else for that manner for many years until now. About a month later after this incident, I had a very painful miscarriage. Oh. I don't know what happened during these forty five minutes of lost time, but I believe I was taken on board
and I was impregnated. I will never know for sure. I did not see or come in contact with any creatures that I know of, because I don't have any memory of the forty five minutes. But this I do know. Whatever happened to me was against my will and it was very painful. It has taken me many years to get my head wrapped around what actually happened to me. It has not been until the advent of the Internet and YouTube that I have come to understand there are
others who have had worse experiences with abductions. Can I prove that I was abducted, No, but I do know this. If this was an alien craft, the creatures inside it were malevolent and very dangerous. I believe they are demonic in nature, and for anyone to think that aliens are here to help us is a naive. There are created beings in this world that mean to harm us. Perhaps they are the type of nephelum spoken of in the Bible. Whether your listeners believe my story is irrelevant to me.
I don't have a dog in this hunt. I just want to share this with others and let them know if they have had a similar experience, they are not alone. Just be aware that these beings are not like et Is portrayed in the film. They are evil, and if you have any contact with them, plead the blood of Jesus and command them to leave.