The similarities, especially some of the minute details between my experience and others terrifies me. It is truly mind boggling and disturbing to me that this is really happening to me and so many others, And almost no one believes us.

That said, my experience started when I was a child. I remember waking up in the middle of the night terrified. Not the kind of scared I got after a nightmare or thinking the boogeyman was in my closet, but absolutely petrified to the point I could not scream. The object of my terror was the corner by my window, where I was afraid something might come out of. I don't remember it too well because this was around when I was three to six years old and I am now twenty-five, but I do remember seeing what I thought were grey ghosts outside my room and strange things I can't really remember.

There were several moments of strangeness later in my youth, but nothing I would have associated with aliens until studying it later in my life. Poltergeist activity, the feeling of being watched all the time and never being alone (but not in the good warm fuzzy way) Through most of my life my brother, mother, and I lived in my grandparents'. There we were smack dab in the middle of nowhere and civilization. If you take the highway by our house one way for a few minutes you're in the middle of nowhere. Twenty minutes the other way and you're in Minneapolis. I'm telling you this because the location is important.

Behind my home is a thick wooded area and a large field. I vaguely remember in my childhood my family watching from the porch at strange light in those fields. I was a loner in my youth and played in the woods and in the fields a lot. More than a few times I would go out there for what seemed like twenty to thirty minutes, but when I got back my family was worried as I had actually been gone for hours. Sometimes they even came looking for me but couldn't find me even though I never went more then a ten minute walking distance from our house.

My experience stops there and picks back up when I was around eighteen. I don't know why, maybe they left me alone for awhile or maybe I blocked it out until then? Although I did witness several unidentified craft near my house at night during this time two times they were seen by family members. One was with my grand mother. I was compelled to go out further to try to get a good look at the strange lights in the sky, but my grandmother kept screaming at me to get back inside. The second time my mother and brother were with me. We were going out to eat. It wasn't very late about 9 or 10 o'clock when I looked up and saw five orange lights in the shape of a V fly overhead. I yelled at them and they saw it too. My brother still shudders when he thinks about how eerily silent it was. And it couldn't have been more than ten to fifteen stories off the ground. It was close, I mean really close.

My recent experiences began when I was living at my grandparents house in the basement during the first few years of college. I remember one night I was about to go to bed and I was overcome with a terror I could not imagine-it wasn't an earthly terror like almost running off the road in a snow storm or being startled. I had never felt this kind of fear before, and it came in waves like energy. I looked over and my two pet rats and my guinea pig were all freaking out, running all over their cages. But my tarantula was motionless. I don't think it was affected for some reason. But suddenly I felt more sleepy then I had ever felt in my life and somehow I fell asleep suddenly. This same occurrence happened on several different nights just before bed.

One night at about three AM I awoke with a presence in my room. I looked over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of a small creature about three to four feet tall next to my bed. I remember thinking "you don't belong here" and I fled my room. As I was leaving, I grabbed a broom and broke it in half across my knee to make a crude weapon. I hide in a corner of my kitchen for about a half hour before I got up the courage to go back down stairs. Now I'm 6'4" and I don't scare too easily, but somehow the little thing terrified me. It was gone but I couldn't sleep. I didn't get a good look at the thing but somehow I got the feeling it was either from another world or dimension all together. For days I kept thinking about what I thought when I saw it. "You don't belong here." Did I somehow know what it was or could on some intuitive level know what I was seeing?

One night I came home from a friend's house about three or four o'clock AM. My dog was there to greet me at the top of the stairs to the basement. (if I wasn't home by the time they went to bed my grandparents would lock him in my room with a child gate) but I couldn't figure what he was doing on top of the stairs-now normally when I'd get home my dog couldn't wait to see me, but this time he tried to rush past my legs when I opened the door. I knew something was wrong so I picked him up and headed downstairs. As I walked he became frantic, clawing at me trying to get down and away but I just tried to comfort him. Now my dog was old, well behaved and wasn't scarred of anything (he was a little Bichon but he once attacked a German shepherd!) I had never seen him this agitated and terrified- he had actually broken down the gate to get out of my room. There was nothing there but it took me some time to calm him down.

When I was living with my new girl friend (about age twenty) I was usually awoken terrified at about two to four AM. I didn't know why, but I began staying up all night in fear and sleeping during the day. At the time I was a collage student and this schedule didn't help my grades too well. On one of the few nights I was able to get to sleep I awoke in the middle of the night to a figure standing at the end of my bed. The thought of it still runs chills down my spine. I woke up and my girlfriend said something like "there's something there". She looked over and her eyes got wide with panic but just as quickly she, as if knocked out, went back to sleep! I looked back over, the creature (which is the only thing you could call it.) was about six and a half feet tall (I know that because it was just about as tall as me). But it was really spindly like-stretched out putty and had those big dark eyes like others describe. It looked at me and I could hear a voice in my head saying "go to sleep" it was a deceptively heavenly voice, I remember that cause I could never see that thing talking like that. Now no one it there right mind could go back to sleep after seeing that thing at the end of their bed, but sure enough out I went like a light.

The next day my girlfriend remembered seeing the monster but refused to believe it was real. She made all kind of excuses from a mass hallucination between the two of us to it being a ghost, but she did remember it. My relationship ended with her in part because of my own agitation and difficulty dealing with what was happening. At about twenty three when the occurrences started to increase in frequency again at this time I was living in a different apartment with my new girlfriend, and she was told at about the age of fifteen that she was and would always be infertile, yet to the astonishment of her doctors she and I conceived a child. It was bizarre to say the least. Now she did not know of my encounters yet but when I told her she wasn't surprised. It turns out that one day she walked into our bathroom and saw what most would describe as a grey alien standing in our shower looking intently at the shower head. (I theorize that it was wondering what it was used for.) It then turned to her and just blinked out of existence. She did not tell me for the same reason I didn't tell her-she thought I would think she was nuts.

It was around this time I remember having strange dreams about aliens, and the feeling that they wanted me to tell people about them and that they were peaceful in preparation for something. An interesting side note is that the Christmas of that year my girlfriend stayed at her parents house out in the boonies and when she awoke the morning after Christmas there was a dead deer outside her window. Upon closer inspection by her father it appeared that there were no tracks of any kind around the body and it was missing its lip and eye and was apparently drained of blood as in cattle mutilations.

Besides the baby, strange things were happening to the two of us almost unseen. We would both wake up with scars that would go away in a couple of days. One funny thing that happened is that for years I had been waking up with perfectly round holes in the center of and near the bed of my fingernails. Now my girlfriend wears acrylic fingernails and one morning she woke up to find holes in her acrylic nails just like the ones I found on me. (assuming they were taking samples for study I wonder what they thought about that.)

It was during this wave of encounters that I learned something that I have been terrified to share in fear of some form of retribution from my abductors. That horrible truth that they shared with me for some unknown reason that they are very actively planning the downfall and enslavement of all mankind!

Earlier this year I awoke in terror for some unknown reason. I lay awake for a moment getting my bearings when I looked over at the wall and first I saw two eyes darker than the dark room staring at me through the wall. I can't explain it but the eyes were in or on the wall and I saw them. Then it seemed to move forward and the head, chest, and arm came through the wall. It was another tall grey being and even though it did not say anything or gesture in any way I was overcome with a feeling of dread as if the being was threatening me not to say anything to anybody about the things that I have seen.

The message of peace they wanted me to spread was a ruse. I am a CMA and I graduated near the top of my class and I have never doubted that they were using me for my knowledge of human anatomy, I have even toyed with the idea that the implanted in me the desire to become a nurse for that very reason. I know that I both unwillingly (before they told me the truth) and willingly (after they told me the truth) I feared for me and my family if I did not cooperate- helped their scheme. By now I know how it sounds, if someone told me this I would probably be one of the people that ridicule guys like me. But I needed to tell someone and I am too scared to go public both for my reputation as a medical professional and I fear they will do me harm. My message is this: Very soon maybe even in the next five or six years they will make their move, but this doesn't mean the end. They fear defeat, which is why they have taken so long to make a move. We can defend ourselves but we need to be prepared.

Name withheld-Submitted to the UFO Casebook