Communion: A True Story by Whitley Strieber Page B
Authors: Whitley Strieber
Tags: Life on other planets, Unidentified flying objects, Human-alien encounters, Body; Mind & Spirit, UFOs & Extraterrestrials, Unidentified Flying Objects - Sightings and Encounters, Sightings and Encounters
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the hell is that?" (I was looking into the far corner of the bedroom, where I saw a dark shape about three feet tall standing in the shadows.) "Is that somebody? [Pause.] Is that somebody there ? That can't be. Y'know I'm lookin' at this thing. I don't think, I don't think I like that. [Long pause. Eyes open.]"
"Relax. Close your eyes. Relax. You're going to stay relaxed, you're not going to open your eves Stay relaxed. Now tell us what you saw."
"I saw something that looked like it had a hood on it, standing over by the wall near the corner in our bedroom [breaks into panic] and I don't want it to be there! I don't want it to be there! Please! God, it-- What's it doing to me? Stop! Oh, oh, stop! What's it doing to me?
[Screams, prolonged, twenty seconds.]" (I cannot recall experiencing at any time in my life such panic as was evoked at this point in hypnosis My memory was of seeing the shape sweeping across the room and realizing with a feeling that galvanized my whole being that it was something totally unknown to me, glaring at me from right beside my- bed in the dead of the night. I then emerged s ontaneously from hypnosis. No written words, noting, can convey my feelings at that moment. All I can say is that I relived fear so raw, profound, and large that I would not have thought it possible that such an emotion could exist.)
"Oh, I feel like I'm gonna throw up in a minute I'm sorry. Oh, God. You know I didn't know there was anything in my house till just this second that night on the fourth of October.
[Weeps.] Ah, Jesus. Oh. God. Oh, boy. Scared the devil out of me. Sorry about that. I didn't expect this to be that bad, because if- I was prepared for being scared on the twenty-sixth. I did not know that anything had come into my house .... Oh, well.... It was there."
"Can you tell us?"
"You know it's dark. It's like a little man with a hood on or something. It looks almost like this —- y'know, there's no head . . . he's covered in something. And comes over to the bed and he starts like sucking something in-not into my head, y'understand, but like it was sticking into my mind. It would make a noise like a voice. It was terrible! [Demonstrates noise: a smacking, squeaking sound.] Like that. Going into me. It was just ('rod-awful horrible. He was standin' there Join' that."
"What was he doing?"
"You know, I can't. I'd have to be hypnotized again if I was ever gonna find out what that thing was saying. It was something that was being said inside me. Like it had a little thing it could touch to my head and it would make a voice. That's what I think it was."
"While he was talking to you, you weren't shouting then?"
"I was shouting. No, I was." (I was confused by this question, because, as will be seen in a moment, the figure was not in fact talking to me.) "I have absolutely no idea why the other people had — didn't remember because I'm damned sure I was shouting."
"Do you remember what your wife was doing?"
"I don't see her, because I'm turned toward the thing. Am I still hypnotized?"
"No."
"I swear to God. I just can't believe that this happened. But it did happen. I'll tell you the light comes down past the window, then I see a glow in the front yard. I thought I had gotten up, but I don't think now that I did. I thought I had seen the glow against the roof of the living room, but I don't think I did. I think I knew all along it was coming in the window, the glow, and I just didn't somehow want to say that. Because it was very obvious even then that it wasn't a fire. And he was-I just don't know what he was doing And I'll be frank with you all. I can't uh, I just can't figure it out. It was very scary. But he wasn't . . He was wearing a cover, like, he had a cover on. I'm shaky."
"Perfectly understandable."
"You know, I can't understand it. Yes, I guess of course I understand why an experience like that could be so scary. But, you want to keep on?"
"If you'd like to."
"I do. Definitely,"
"OK."
"I
"Relax. Close your eyes. Relax. You're going to stay relaxed, you're not going to open your eves Stay relaxed. Now tell us what you saw."
"I saw something that looked like it had a hood on it, standing over by the wall near the corner in our bedroom [breaks into panic] and I don't want it to be there! I don't want it to be there! Please! God, it-- What's it doing to me? Stop! Oh, oh, stop! What's it doing to me?
[Screams, prolonged, twenty seconds.]" (I cannot recall experiencing at any time in my life such panic as was evoked at this point in hypnosis My memory was of seeing the shape sweeping across the room and realizing with a feeling that galvanized my whole being that it was something totally unknown to me, glaring at me from right beside my- bed in the dead of the night. I then emerged s ontaneously from hypnosis. No written words, noting, can convey my feelings at that moment. All I can say is that I relived fear so raw, profound, and large that I would not have thought it possible that such an emotion could exist.)
"Oh, I feel like I'm gonna throw up in a minute I'm sorry. Oh, God. You know I didn't know there was anything in my house till just this second that night on the fourth of October.
[Weeps.] Ah, Jesus. Oh. God. Oh, boy. Scared the devil out of me. Sorry about that. I didn't expect this to be that bad, because if- I was prepared for being scared on the twenty-sixth. I did not know that anything had come into my house .... Oh, well.... It was there."
"Can you tell us?"
"You know it's dark. It's like a little man with a hood on or something. It looks almost like this —- y'know, there's no head . . . he's covered in something. And comes over to the bed and he starts like sucking something in-not into my head, y'understand, but like it was sticking into my mind. It would make a noise like a voice. It was terrible! [Demonstrates noise: a smacking, squeaking sound.] Like that. Going into me. It was just ('rod-awful horrible. He was standin' there Join' that."
"What was he doing?"
"You know, I can't. I'd have to be hypnotized again if I was ever gonna find out what that thing was saying. It was something that was being said inside me. Like it had a little thing it could touch to my head and it would make a voice. That's what I think it was."
"While he was talking to you, you weren't shouting then?"
"I was shouting. No, I was." (I was confused by this question, because, as will be seen in a moment, the figure was not in fact talking to me.) "I have absolutely no idea why the other people had — didn't remember because I'm damned sure I was shouting."
"Do you remember what your wife was doing?"
"I don't see her, because I'm turned toward the thing. Am I still hypnotized?"
"No."
"I swear to God. I just can't believe that this happened. But it did happen. I'll tell you the light comes down past the window, then I see a glow in the front yard. I thought I had gotten up, but I don't think now that I did. I thought I had seen the glow against the roof of the living room, but I don't think I did. I think I knew all along it was coming in the window, the glow, and I just didn't somehow want to say that. Because it was very obvious even then that it wasn't a fire. And he was-I just don't know what he was doing And I'll be frank with you all. I can't uh, I just can't figure it out. It was very scary. But he wasn't . . He was wearing a cover, like, he had a cover on. I'm shaky."
"Perfectly understandable."
"You know, I can't understand it. Yes, I guess of course I understand why an experience like that could be so scary. But, you want to keep on?"
"If you'd like to."
"I do. Definitely,"
"OK."
"I
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