Archive 80 Alien Grays and Ghosts

and mischief as any boy my age. When I was born, my parents lived in out of the way place and the boonies called Webb, West Virginia and Wayne County. I was six when we made the move to a small town called Fort Gay. The house was owned by an old man named Frank Aliff, who also rented a large majority of the property within Fort Gay, and as we were moving in, we had heard rumors that that place was haunt and that no one chose to live in it very long, but we passed all that off as gossip.

Old man Aliff favored this particular house that we were renting because he and the other men in town used to hang out there and gamble and get drunk, they would do all the kind of stuff that would be frowned upon in an upstanding Christian community. If you've ever lived there there's a church on every corner, then you

know how people will whisper and judge behind your back. Apparently, one night, during a poker game, a man in a drunken rage accused another man of cheating at cards, and one of the men ended up with his brains being blown out right there in the living room. The family thought this was a piece of hope and meat to scare people, even though later on down the road we

would come to believe that the story was true. For several days before the move, my parents were already doing some light work inside the place, like painting and fixing door hinges and changing out light switches. There was a second bedroom that my sister and I would be sharing. Interior pain in those days gave off a powerful and dangerous fume. While we allowed the toxic paint time to dry, my sister slept on the couch in the living room, and I had to crawl in bed with my parents,

which I hated with a passion. I always got too hot or I felt pinned down in between them. By the covers. I was always afraid of moving too much and waking them up. My parents had been sleeping for the better part of an hour when suddenly I had to go to the bathroom. Well, that meant I had to crawl over one of them to extricate myself, so I chose my even tempered mother. I had one arm on the bed and the other arm holding onto the headboard post, straddling my mother with my toes searching for

the floor and trying not to wake her up. The most god awful sense of something watching me went through my body. Every fiber of my being was sending warning sirens. There was someone behind me. Well, maybe it was my sister standing there awake like I was scared to be in a strange house and on her way to climb into bed with the rest of us. So I slowly turned my head and I saw something peeking around the

doorway from the partially lit hallway. This thing had the shape of a human being, but it was completely faceless and featureless. It was like a shadow, and it reminded me of the clips that you would see in documentaries about black holes. It felt as though you could stick your arms straight through its body and enter into another dimension. It had no eyes or facial features, and I knew

that it was looking right at me. And the fear that was surging through my body that night was almost undescribable. I'm sure I was facing something demonic. I believe it was casting a different kind of terror through me, like a spell. I wanted to scream bloody murder and wake up my parents, but I couldn't yell, I couldn't move,

I couldn't do anything. I was paralyzed. Once the feeling of being powerless left my body, I returned to my parents' bed, very deliberately, climbing over my mother and wedging myself between her and my father. I pulled the covers completely over my head and I closed my eyes. I still had the urge to go to the bathroom, but for my own sake that night, I held it. I woke up the next morning alone and I could hear my mother down the hallway in the kitchen, clinging pots

and pans and making breakfast. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. After assuring myself there was no demonic creature loitering between the bedrooms, I made another mad dash to the kitchen, and I told my parents everything that happened in the middle of the night while they were sleeping. Well, they chalked it up to either

a bad dream or a young boy's wild imagination. The fear during this bad dream compared to the fear of something experienced in real life, and their feelings as different as night and day. Over the four years we lived in that house, everyone in my family would encounter something just as strange and unexplainable. Throughout my life, I have been faced with different levels of the unusual. I've seen small black figures dashing across the floor in the middle

of the night. I've heard voices in conversation when there's no one there in bizarre languages where I can't make out the words. I have felt my bed vibrate like it's lifting up off the floor. And I've had sleep paralysis where I've witnessed presences in my room as I did the night as a six year old boy, too scared to leave the safety of my parents' bed for an urgent midnight trip to the bathroom. I can't fully explain any of this. I believe there are things in

this world that will never be fully understood. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that I've come to view these things as just a normal part of my existence. I guess I've grown unafraid of the dark. In the summer of nineteen ninety four, my husband and I bought a brand new home and one of the many housing subdivisions being built in the Sacramento Valley during

the nineteen nineties housing boom. The area had originally been mostly farmland and floodplains, and there were dozens of subdivisions being built, and each subdivision displayed beautifully decorated home plans. The homes were much more affordable then, so we applied for a first time buyer loan and crossed our fingers.

The loan process seemed to take forever, but when we were approved, we got to pick out our very own flooring style and upgraded the kitchen appliances, which was so nice since the apartment we lived in had no dishwasher or self cleaning oven. We moved our family, which consisted of the two of us, our four year old son, and our future baby girl, who was due in mid August, and we were happy to have accomplished so much in

a relatively short amount of time. The house was on a dead end street since the owner of the property behind the subdivision did not want to sell any of his property, which would have allowed for the street to

go through and join up with other subdivisions. There was still a lot of open land and homes in various stages of construction, and our neighbors had kids about the same age as our son, and he made new friends and all the kids played on the street since there was no traffic during the day while most people were

at work. Unfortunately, my husband was not able to find a job in Sacramento right away, so he would stay with his mom back in the Bay Area during the work week, and then he would drive back to the valley to check in on us so we could do shopping and other errands. At that time, we only had one car, and I was left stranded until he was

back from the Bay Area. It was a long commute, but my husband was so happy to buy us the house that he was willing to commute with the hope that he would find a job in the valley soon enough and stop commuting. It was a whole year before he was hired at one of the local auto body shops. When our daughter was born, my husband was able to take a week off from work to be with us and enjoy our new baby girl, and then he went

back to work and to his commute. He would get up at three am and make his coffee in get his overnight bag, and leave at three thirty am so he could be at work by six thirty am. Back then, he was the bread winner, so we really needed him to keep that job, even if it was one hundred miles away. I would normally get up with him and spend a few minutes with him before he would be off. I would go back to bed and try to sleep before the baby would wake up to nurse around five

thirty am. I would feed her in bed and lay her between me and our four year old son, and the three of us would snuggle in sleep until around eight thirty before we started our day. We were so spoiled. On this Monday, after he left for his commute, I felt uneasy and I felt scared, but I didn't know why. I decided to go back to our bedroom and lay down, thinking that the baby would be up soon enough to nurse, so maybe it would be better just to lay back down.

I fell asleep, and I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamt that our son was missing, and that we were running to different streets looking for him and calling his name. I woke up suddenly, and I was relieved that it was just a horrible dream, and my boy was fast asleep next to me, and the baby was still in her bacinet next to the bed. I turned over on my side facing the bacinet, and I saw a bright light coming in between the window blinds, and thinking out loud,

I said, is it morning already? The light was coming in between the blinds, and it was so bright, but the rest of the room looked dark. There was a bright light on the wall next to the window, and I looked up to see where the light was coming from, and to my horror, just above the bacinet was an alien gray's face. It was just the head, no upper body, legs, or arms. The head was dark in color, very round, ending in a pointed chin, and there were small slits

for his mouth and nostrils. But the eyes, the eyes were large and almond shape and very shiny black, and it had some sort of glass lamp on the top of its head. The light on the wall was coming from the lamp. The being was looking down at the baby in the bacinet. Oh my god, I couldn't speak. My heart started pounding so hard that I started trembling uncontrollably.

It saw me, and it scowled at me when it realized I was looking at it, and it moved towards me, and I started screaming and swinging my arms and kicking, and I remember that I sat out loud. Oh my god, I'm going to lose my mind. I felt that I could not take the fact that this creature was there, and it was just there in the room above my

baby's basinet in the house. It floated from its original position above the basinette to just above my face, and I remember seeing this light blue fog build up in front of my face. And then, in a dreamlike manner, I remember a sound like pigeons mate, like a cooing sound. I remember feeling that whoever was talking to me was stern and was telling me that it was for our

own good. When I woke up again, it was still dark out, but it was around six am, and the blankets were perfectly made around the bed, like nothing had happened, and everything felt still. My son was asleep next to me,

and the baby was in her bascinet. And I got out of bed and turned all the lights on in the room and the rest of the house, and I checked all the rooms in the house, and I checked the locks on the front door and the lock in the backyard sliding glass door, and everything was just like I had left it. After my husband had left for work, I decided to stay up and just start my day. In fact, I got in the shower, even though that

was not my usual time to shower. When I was washing my hair, there was a sore spot on the top of my head. There was no blood, no bump, just very sore. I got dressed, and I went to the kitchen and I had some coffee. While having my coffee, I was trying to make sense of all those events. Now. I remember the nightmare that I had woken up from, and how relieved I had felt that it had just been a bad dream. But then that thing was there, and I couldn't decide if it had been another bad

dream or if that second part was real. It didn't make sense. But how can a bad dream as scary as that could be was still making me afraid. My son was up at nine am, and I kept checking in on the baby and she kept sleeping. She should have been up once to nurse, but no, she wasn't. And I called my sister and I told her about my weird dream and I started crying because it seemed like it had been real, but I kept thinking that

it couldn't be real. I checked on the baby and she had no fever, no rash, but she did not wake up to nurse until two pm that afternoon, and by then I was sore and engorged with milk. As the day progressed, I became anxious, and before it was evening, I called my sister, asking if she could come over and pick us up. I didn't want to be there alone with the kids when it was night again. She came over and took us to her apartment. My sister

wasn't sure what to make of this whole thing. I was just grateful that I didn't have to be alone in the house. We stayed in her kids room that night, and I remember feeling very scared because I didn't know if it would happen again. But I put both kids and me under the twin bed we were supposed to sleep on, but we slept under the bed. I called my husband and told him about my bad dream, but he thought it was just stress from being left alone so many nights and taking care of the kids in

the house. My husband picked us up from my sister's place and drove us back to our house. That evening, I tried to go about my normal routine, making dinner, bathing the kids before bed, and watching a movie. And then it was time for me and my husband to go to bed. I put both kids in the bed between us, and I put a large toy sword next to me in the bed. I was terrified that it would come back, that I would wake up, and that face would be there looking back at me when I

opened my eyes. I knew there was nothing I could do to protect us, and that made me more frightened than anything. My husband continued to commute for another six months, so I was still alone in the evening, and that was the worst part. For weeks, every night, I would stay up just until I could see daylight before I felt safe to fall asleep. I would leave the TV on in the bedroom, lights on, and fight sleep until I would see the early sunlight peek through the windows.

I didn't feel safe until around early spring, when the morning light starts just a bit earlier each morning. I went on like this for three years every winter, and for years I was terrified to look out any window in the evenings. I would close all the blinds in the house at night and leave some lights on before going to bed. My husband would just tell me that it had been a bad dream. After a few months, he didn't like me to talk about it. My daughter

was only three months old when this happened. She doesn't have any strange scars or ill effects from the experience. I no longer fear the winter nights, but I know that it was not a dream. Regarding the description of the creature I saw, in the book titled Operation Trojan Horse, there is a description of an et that has been described wearing some type of light attached to or on the top of his head,