Tis the Season

Tis the Season

January 3, 2013

Find Below coming events - When Their Mother's Spirit Spoke

The Reports Keep Coming !

 The report below comes from a man who lives on the south shore of Long Island New York which continues to see a huge amount of Unexplained  objects overhead,  mostly all heading for the Atlantic Ocean :

 Chris Holly,

 Last night three of us  100% saw numerous UFOs. I was with 2 guys in Wantagh park around
7-8 pm where.we were counting the planes in the sky when we looked towards Bellmore . There in that direction  was a bright light stagnant in the sky. Sitting there without care, seemingly scanning human activity.

 I heard the firehouse  sirens in Wantagh go off and quickly this object rose made an "S"formation and  then shoot off towards Jones Beach. Immediately after sirens in Seaford also went off and sure enough we watched another "UFO" do the same as the last..

Understanding  that whatever the objects were that were flying in that direction was unexplainable we looked all around and spotted 5 in total with similar lighting fixtures.  They were all flying towards Jones Beach at a high rate of speed.

 I  find it funny that nothing is said when something so major like this happens. The government can only hide it for so long, by that time we will all be "crazy" or are we really telling the truth?

Thank you

Hi Chris Holly:

Today while driving around Mastic Beach, Long Island with my fiancée looking at property to buy we both observed something really weird in the south western sky that we have never seen before.
 At first it appeared to me to be like an asteroid falling from the sky. It was A really bright light almost square in shape with a trail behind it falling straight down. I decided I wanted to get to the shoreline as fast as possible to get a better view with no trees blocking my view, which is when things got really weird. 

The object stopped at about a 60 degree angle off of the horizon. We then observed a smaller bright orange light that was also remaining stationary in the sky. We stayed there for about 15 minutes and they didn't really move much then kind of just faded out. This was at about 4:30pm 1/7/13. 

This is kind of a shot in the dark emailing you but I came across your website while looking through the internet seeing if anyone saw something similar. Could you maybe give me some insight on what you think we may have been looking at or if anyone has reported anything similar to you? I always look at the sky because I am very interested in what I believe are chem-trails, but like I said this was nothing like anything I have seen before. Any response will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you in advance!  A

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During the holiday season I was able to visit and catch up with friends and relatives. One of my friends comes from a large Irish family living here on Long Island New York. My friend told me the following account of a strange situation that took place with his family during the past year. His life and that of his family was both saved and changed by the warnings of his mother’s ghost. Below find the story exactly as my friend shared it with me. This is what he told me happened to his middle brother as well as his older brother and sister. The event took place on the east end of Long Island New York:

“My middle brother, a few years older than me, owned a large house on the east end. He raised his family in the house as well as had a wing added that my mother lived in until the end of her life. My brother lost his wife when his son was about 10 and the fact that  my mother was there worked out well for my brother and his boy. 

My brother’s son grew up and got married, my mother passed away and my brother no longer wanted to live alone in the big old empty house. His son married a local girl and my brother gave the house to his son to live in with his new wife. My brother now lives near my house which is close to his work and the rest of our big family in the center of Long Island. 

After a few years of marriage my brother’s son, who now lived in my brother’s house, decided to renovate and expand the old house in to a huge modern home. This was around the time my brother started to notice a cold odd behavior towards him from his son’s wife and her family.  

My brother and I come from a tight knit close family.  Although we did not mention it to our brother the rest of the family also noticed odd, rude and unkind behavior towards our family from his son’s wife and her family.  It was not a major issue but it was a fact that none of us enjoyed spending too much time with them. The young woman was often disrespectful and insulting to many of our family members. Her family treated my family coldly as well as being just flat out rude.   Since we do not act this way towards one another dealing with these unkind unpleasant people was new to my happy loving large family. The young wife and her family had a dark negative energy about them that was clearly recognized by all the members of our warm happy Irish clan. We all shrugged it off and tolerated it for the sake of my brother’s son. We all thought as long as he was happy nothing else mattered.

My sister and I noticed that our brother seemed depressed and preoccupied at times and decided to ask him what was worrying him. He told us his son seemed upset and unhappy and he was worried his son’s marriage was in trouble. He hoped that the new house project would bring enough joy to the couple and that it would help carry them over this rough spot.

My brother also told us that he had taken a ride out to visit the renovation of his old house that his son now owned and had experienced something that had him deeply upset and concerned.
He told us he had just finished walking around the construction site where he felt a cold uneasiness around him and  the house. He said he could not put his finger on it but felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he walked around the newly framed part of what was once his old home. He said it seemed joyless and cold and this really upset my brother.

He was walking back to his car to leave when something caught his eye. My brother told us that there standing in the middle of the back yard about 25 feet away from him was the clear defined figure of our deceased mother. He said she was in shades of grey, black and white but clear as day -there stood our mother looking directly at him.  My brother was startled and just stood there in shock looking at our mother’s ghost as she looked directly back at him. He said he think he muttered the word “Mom” but was not sure if he said it out loud. He said that our mother just stood there.  She was not smiling in fact she   looked concerned and finally she said to my brother the word “Jake”. With that my mother disappeared. My brother became upset and headed quickly to his car and drove home. 

My sister and I did not know what to make of it. Jake was a longtime friend of  our family who we knew since childhood, in fact we all grew up with Jake. Jake sold insurance in the town where we all lived as kids. My sister and I thought our brother’s experience was odd and unnerving to say the least.

My brother was very upset by this vision of my mother and continued to show signs of upset and depression.  We soon found out that his son was becoming distant and cold to my brother as well. We were concerned about the unfolding events.

My  sister  decided to talk to our oldest brother about the changes taking place in our brother’s life and his vision of our mother. My sister and my oldest brother decided to take a ride together to visit the house to see if they could figure out what was going on.  

My sister and my older brother drove out to the construction site of the house to find they just arrived as the young wife was leaving. They pulled up to the house and got out of the car. The young wife marched up to them and without a greeting of any kind yelled at them” what the hell are you doing here?”  She told them to stay the hell away and got in her car and sped away. My older brother and sister were stunned at her actions. My older brother felt something was very wrong and he and my sister walked around the outside of the house being renovated. They too felt a strong bleak dark unhappiness around the house that was upsetting and sad.

My brother and sister decided to leave the property and turned to walk back towards the front of the house where their car was parked in the driveway by the newly constructed garage. They both stopped in their tracks as they came face to face with the ghost of our mother standing before them at the corner of the new garage. Her colorless image stood grimly looking at them. My brother and sister stood frozen next to each other at the site of our mother’s spirit standing before them. Suddenly both my brother and sister heard my mother’s voice clearly say the name -Matt-O- to them. With that she dissolved into a mist and vanished before their eyes.

Shaken and shocked my brother and sister ran to their car and drove quickly away from the house. They knew that our mother was going to great lengths to show herself to her children and also without question was seriously trying to warn us about something. As they drove home they tried to piece together what was happening to the family with the two strange visits from their mother’s spirit and what she was trying to convey with her message of the two names.  Jake which was the first name she gave is a longtime friend of the entire family . Matt-O is a cousin of the families on our deceased mother’s side who is a local Police dectective. My brother and sister thought it wise to visit each one of the men to see if they could find a link to their mothers visit and their brother’s unhappiness.

The next day my oldest brother and my sister went to visit Jake at his insurance office in town.  They knew Jake well and did not hesitate to tell him about the strange appearance of our mother’s ghost at my other brother’s old house.  They explained to Jake how our brother had given the house to his son and his wife and told him about the renovation being done to the house. They also told him about the odd nasty behavior of the wife when they drove up to the house the day before.

Jake sat and listened carefully to my brother and sister. Jake seemed concerned but not shocked by the report of our ghostly mothers visit. Jake explained that he had been meaning to contact my brother as he was confused by recent phone calls by my brother’s son’s wife in regards to the amount of life insurance my brother had and if it would be possible to increase the amount as a surprise to my brother as a gift from his son. Knowing this was a strange request Jake only told the young wife he would look in to it and left the matter standing until he could contact my brother to see what was going on. Jake knew at once the request was sinister and was trying to figure out a way to approach my brother with this odd request by his son and his wife. 

Jake suggested the family contact Matt-O to ask his advice on this delicate situation as he was family and a detective in the local police department and would know if there was any reason to be concerned by all the strange actions of my brother’s son, his wife and her family. Jake also thought that the visit of our mother’s spirit made it clear she felt it needed attention which she made clear by making two visits to her children.

My brother and sister took Jake's advice and did visit Matt-O.  Matt listened to my family tell the story of the strange behavior of my brothers son and his family as well as the visit of our mothers spirit. He called Jake and spoke with him about the insurance requests and told us he would look into the matter and get back to our family if he found anything odd to be concerned about.”

This is the point where this story ends as far as my friend relating it to me. The rest of the story I will tell as delicately as possible.

 My friend’s brother and sister were called about a week after the police detective told them he would look into the matter. I will not go in to details as it is too painful for all involved. I will tell you that plans were being made to harm my friend’s brother by his son’s wife and her family for the reward of money and my friend’s brother’s estate. The plan was sloppy, easily discovered by the detective and cruel.  Sadly people were arrested and family sent to prison.  It was heartache to all concerned and a needless crime of greed hate and anger by evil mean people. 

Without question this  is an awful story with a bad ending however the ending could have been far worse if not for the love of the families mother who even in death found  her way  back to warn her children about the plot to end her sons life. If the spirit of their mom had not warned three of her children to this danger the outcome may have been far worse for the family. 

Sadly this destructive event  has caused pain and sadness for all involved. It was the work of evil people planning harm to an innocent victim. There is no way for this story to have a happy outcome which is truly sad for all concerned. It also makes me wonder if those who spend their time on earth doing mean spirited harmful things understand that they one day will pay for their vicious  deeds. One thing I think we all can agree on is that karma can take time but for sure be it this life or another payback takes place and as the saying goes- "payback can be a bitch"!

Needless to say this family did not need this event to believe in the afterlife. They already had a long understanding that the spirit continued on. The visit of their mother to warn them about this devastating  plot was listened to and her direction followed by her children who knew she loved them and was trying to warn them. Together they weathered this storm and together they pray often for peace and happiness of their mother’s soul and thank her for continuing to watch over them.

I found this to be an extreme story and took time to think about relating it to others via this article. I decided with the permission of my friend to write it in hope it will somehow allow others to open their hearts and minds to things they may reject or fear. I personally think that the love we have for the people in our life does follow over to death. I think that the good and love part of being a living human being is the entire reason for life.  It is our choice and our test during each and every day of being alive. We face love and hate as well as good and evil daily. It is our choice and our fate how we handle it . Without the balance of love light and good  you have only darkness and evil.  The only thing that can combat that in life or in death is the love we develop and the good we do while living our human life.   When making a choice think of these things and understand the right way will last with you far past this one lifetime. Here is to good choices, choosing to do the right thing in life and as much shared love as possible to fill our days while  walking this earth.

Cheers to our New Year

♥ Copyright © 2013 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved
Chris Holly’s Paranormal World-


CHRIS HOLLY'S Paranormal World


I was 16 years old and had my junior driver's license, which meant I could drive

until dark. It was summer and dusk came late--around 9 o'clock. When we planned our days well and were lucky enough, we would arrange with the 18 year-olds who had full licenses to follow us home to drop off our cars before nightfall. They would then take us out in their cars for the rest of the night.

On a typical evening we would all hang out at the McDonald's in town. As dusk approached we would try to find the 18 year-olds willing to follow us home before the night took hold and the police sorted us out. Anyone caught driving with a junior license after nightfall would lose his or her driving rights altogether. Consequently, the hours between 7 o'clock and 9 o'clock became critically important each evening. If we did not have our "after nine" pals lined up by then, we were home for the night by nightfall.

It was a Saturday night. My parents were off visiting my grandparents. I was allowed to drive my mother's convertible around with my pals until nightfall. I was to return the car to our house by 8:45-or else.

I was out with my two friends, Sally and Sara. We were hanging out with our other pals at McDonald's. My friend Sally's older brother agreed to pick us up at my house at 10 o'clock that night--after I had taken my mom's car home. He agreed to take us for pizza in town. It was a big deal to us at the time as my friend's brother was a 20 year-old. Being seen at the pizza place with him was a feather in our 16-year-old caps.

Time came for us to take the car home and so we headed to my house to meet Sally's brother. I drove the car home and parked it in the driveway in front of the house.. We all rushed to my front door as a few hours of cola drinking at McDonald's left us all in urgent need of the bathroom. The three of us ran to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and laughed as we yelled at each other to hurry up and swore off all additional cola drinking during future McDonald's visits. I was last in line and rushed into the bathroom as my two friends stood brushing their hair in the mirror.

My friend Sally stood straight up, turned completely white and said to Sara and me, "I have a horrid feeling--we are not alone in the house. I think I heard something." We all froze and listened. I thought I heard a sort of bump, too. I stood up and said, "Let's get out of here!" The three of us blasted through the bathroom doorway, down the hallway, and out the front door. I slammed the door and locked it. Luckily, I had placed my keys into my pocket but I left my pocketbook inside the house. We ran to the car and I backed it into the street. We quickly closed the convertible top and locked all the car doors. We were all in the front seat. We sat there terrified. I could feel my heart pounding with a fear I knew was real and warranted.

After a few minutes we thought maybe we were just suffering from "boogie-man" syndrome. I thought I should at least go back inside and get my pocketbook. Then I could call my parents and have my license and money with me as well. I was getting out of the car to go back to the house when something caught my eye.

s I lifted myself from the driver's seat and stepped outside the car, I thought I saw the front porch light flicker. My friend Sara stood beside me in the street as we looked up at the house. We watched as the light over the front door turned on and off-again and again. I felt a fear I had never before known. Somebody was definitely inside the house and playing with us as well.

We jumped back into the car and locked the doors again. I started the car so we could go call the police and my parents. As I turned the ignition key with my trembling hand, I continued to watch this person inside our house proceeding to light up the living room. As we pulled away, my friend Sally said, "Oh God, he is in your room! He turned on your light!" I felt sick and angry all at once, knowing as I drove for help that someone was in my home, intentionally toying with us.

We reached the end of my street just as my friend's brother turned the corner on his way to pick us up. I blew the horn and told him to pull over. We all started screaming at once. He had brought two of his football pals with him and so we all decided to return to the house for one more look. We both parked in the street and everyone watched as lights inside the house kept switching on and off every few seconds--first the kitchen, then the den, and then over to the living room. The front porch light was apparently turned on and off every time this intruder passed the switch inside. The boys watched this taking place and clearly felt the same fear we did. My friend's brother decided we needed to call the police. He sent one of his friends in his car to call 911. We stayed locked in my mother's car--the three of us girls, Sally's brother, and Sally's brother's friend.

I decided to keep the motor running. At this point I was scared out of my mind. We watched as the light show continued. We sat silently waiting. The air was still. The only sounds we heard were the light chirping of summer crickets and the light hum of the car motor. Nobody said a word. We all knew we were being watched by and played with by some type of madman. Sally finally broke the silence. She said, "Thank God you did not go back into that house." I just sat frozen, ready to drive away if I needed to.

We sat there for what seemed an awfully long time but in truth was only a few minutes. I was very fearful this person in my house would leave before the police arrived. We sat anxiously as the seconds ticked away and occupied ourselves by watching lights turning on--and now staying on--throughout the house. Soon the house looked like a barn fire on a dark beach as every light appeared to be on--including outside floodlights and driveway spotlights. We again sat silently, watching. Suddenly from deep inside the house came this animal-like, wild growling scream. I will never forget this non-human screaming until the day I die.

As this thing screamed it must have been pounding on the backside of the front door or a front wall. The house echoed this wild animal like screaming and muffled banging with such force I began to shake and cry. My friend's brother touched my shoulder from the back seat with his hand and said, "We need to leave. This is way too much for us to handle."

I was shaking so much I could barely place the car into gear. We started down the road but had rolled only a few yards when our friend returned with a police car following right behind him.

Coincidentally, my parents were turning the corner right behind the police car. I stopped my car and waited until the policeman was standing just outside my car door. I rolled down the window and then we all started to tell him what was happening.

The policeman looked up at the house to see the last of the light changes occurring. As the policeman stood looking at the house the creature inside let out one last howling scream. The policeman reached for his side arm and whispered "Mother of God" My parents ran to the side of our car and the policeman asked my father for the keys to the house. He then withdrew his gun, called for backup and started up the driveway toward the front door.

Before the policeman unlocked the front door, another policeman arrived. He ran to the front door to aid the first policeman and they entered the house together. We all stood outside watching as the policemen made their way through our house-this now eery-looking building we girls had been giggling in just moments before. It again seemed as if a very long time passed-maybe ten to fifteen minutes--then one of the policemen called my father to the house.

Again they seemed to be searching the house-this time all three of them. My dad eventually returned to the rest of us, still standing by the cars, and told my friend's brother to take all the kids directly home and to lock his car doors and not stop for anyone or anything.

As my friends drove away, my dad told my mother and me to get back into the car. He got into the car with us and quickly locked all the doors. He then told my mother and me the policemen discovered the back door had been ripped open. He said the person who broke in had taken some of our clothing and makeup and thrown it around the house. My dad then looked at my mother in a way that told me there was something more he was not saying.

By this time there were many police cars around the neighborhood. I saw two policemen with a dog searching the neighbors' yard closest to our house. My friend Kim lived there with her family. We sat in the locked car for a long time. Both of my parents were upset and I was scared to death.

Finally a policeman appeared at our front door and motioned for my father to come back inside the house. My dad left us locked inside the car and did as the policeman directed. My dad talked with the policemen for a few minutes and then motioned for my mother and me to come inside the house as well. When my mother and I walked into the house, one policeman and my dad took my mother by the arm to show her something down the hallway while another policeman tried to distract me in the living room. I wanted to stay with my parents and so I started to walk toward the bedroom area where they had gone when my mom let out a horrible scream and burst into tears. I took off in a full run to where my parents were standing.

They were in my bedroom. I walked into the bedroom myself and saw my parents looking behind my open closet door. The policeman was looking behind the door as well. I leaned forward and pushed the closet door closed in order to see what they were looking at in the space behind it.

On my bedroom floor, no longer hidden by the closet door, sat a little wooden chair my dad normally kept in his office behind the garage. Draped over the chair, as if someone had been sitting there holding it in his hand, was a long piece of brand new rope. It looked as if someone had just let it slip from his hands as he stood up to leave. On the floor beside the chair were a long sharp carving knife from the kitchen and some matches. My makeup had been used to paint strange marks and symbols on my bedroom wall. My nightgown was torn and thrown into the wastebasket next to my desk. On my bed was an outline where something had laid on it and left an imprint. Across my headboard on the wall were long claw marks where something had torn into the wall. I also noticed a putrid order lingering in the house. I took it all in despite my paralyzing terror and then I looked one more time at the little chair and rope no longer hidden by the closet door.. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. My mom, crying, came in after me. I knew I had missed losing my life that night by the mere luck of my friends needing to use the bathroom. If I had entered the house alone, my life surely would have been taken. The question was, but by what?

It was a big deal that night. The police stayed with us for hours. They did not pretend the incident was just a robbery or some silly kid staging a prank. I knew clearly, as they did, that I had barely escaped a cruel and untimely death. Police searched the area for hours that night. They scanned the house for fingerprints and took great care in recording the details of all we had seen and heard.

The police talked to my dad before leaving and told him they knew of another incident in the area with similar details. A woman had been lured into her basement by the unexpected sound of her washer and dryer running. She also heard the horrid screams of this vile intruder and ran for help. It was not the first time they had to deal with this, and we could tell the police were both concerned and frightened.

I slept on the floor in my parents' bedroom that night. In fact, I slept on their bedroom floor until my dad fitted all the windows and doors of the house with either heavy-duty locks or steel bars. I refused to go outside by myself or drive anywhere in the car alone. I was terrified.

We were sitting at the kitchen table when he finally came back. I could tell by one look at my dad's face something once again was terribly wrong.

My father sat down and told us that my friend Kim had been sitting in the family room watching TV. She was home with her mother and little brother, sitting on the couch beneath the family room window, when something from outside the house grabbed the window--frame and all--and ripped it right out of the side of the house. I could not understand what he was telling me. I asked my father what he was talking about. He repeated--someone or something with incredible strength grabbed the window frame and ripped the entire thing out of the wall of the house. Kim jumped up screaming as a long greenish gray snake like arm swatted for her from outside the window shell. Kim claimed she felt what seemed like a claw skim across her neck. Her mother heard all the noise from another room. She grabbed her husband's loaded rifle and ran into the family room where she saw the window ripped out of the wall and this arm reaching for Kim. By this time Kim was on the other side of the room screaming. Her mother took aim and fired at the space where the window had been. She could not tell whether she hit it. What ever it was ran away howling that same angered non-human scream when she fired the gun.

Once again the police searched the area. Dogs were used. Police cars covered the streets. Once again this creature escaped. I remained terrified the rest of that summer. I refused to leave the house without another family member accompanying me. I refused to drive alone in my car. I never stayed home alone and progressed only as far as sleeping in my bedroom with the door open-provided my brother (who was home from college on summer breaks) or my parents kept a bedroom door open as well.

I went away to school the following year. I would never again spend time alone in that house. If my family went away, I would go out too and stay out until they returned. I never again felt safe in that house.

As far as I know, whatever entered our house that summer night was never caught or identified. I do know he or "it" intended to tie me up and hurt me. I do know he or "it" had little fear and enjoyed terrifying us that night. I also know he or "it" was beast-like and far from human given its loud haunting screams, incredible physical strength, reptile like skin and putrid smell. I do know the monster that ripped the window and frame out of Kim's wall was the same monster that intended and tried to kill me.

I am thankful I ran out of the house that night, that I did not go home alone, and that my friends were there with me to help me think things through. Sometimes our fate is just a slight degree from being something we can or cannot survive.

That night fate gave me a helping hand. Many a day since I have pondered how lucky I was to survive that horrifying period. It haunts me still as I continue to wonder what type of creature I could have faced alone that night. We all often wonder from where did it come? And where did it go? I often think about this experience as one of the greatest mysteries of my life.

Remember; always be careful out there. One never knows what lurks behind the closet door!

Copyright © 2008- 2013 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved
Chris Holly’s Paranormal World


Recently we issued a warning for those who plan on spending time outdoors this summer. It was a warning about what can happen when someone sights a UFO, especially one in close proximity. Since that warning, Chris Holly has received a new report from one of the Real Time Abductees that should reinforce our warnings about close encounters with UFOs. Chris has written extensively about the Real Time Abductees, people who have suffered a lifetime of abductions.
The term real time refers to the fact the abductions of these people take place during real time while they are going about the business and routines of their everyday life . They do not involve sleep events or dreams or telepathic messages. They are encounters that invade their life while they are fully awake and functioning .
 The Real Time Abductees have suffered abductions while going about their daily routines, often within shouting distance of other people. Recently, the son of one of the oldest of the Real Time Abductees surprised his mother with the admission that he has experienced abductions. He had never told her because of the distress he knew it would cause. The son has recently suffered another incident in the California desert that we will write about in a future report. But today we turn our attention to another Real Time Abductee who had her last abduction experience twenty years ago. That is, it was her last abduction experience before an incident a few weeks ago that, coupled with the information from the Real Time Abductee's son, has the Real Time Abductees in turmoil.
Chris Holly put me in email contact with the Real Time Abductee who suffered this latest episode, and in keeping with Chris's longstanding rules, the lady in question remains anonymous. I do not know her name, address, phone number or email address. She is known to Chris, but not to me. This is to protect the Real Time Abductees, of which Chris Holly is a member, and anyone else who contacts Chris reporting their abduction experience or experiences. The same anonymity is offered to anyone reporting other incidents of unexplainable occurrences, from UFO sightings to ghost encounters.
All I know about this Real Time Abductee is that she resides on property that is oceanfront or near the ocean. That factors into the incident which took place about two weeks ago. And, like the other Real Time Abductees, she knows to never go anywhere, day or night, by herself. She surrounds herself with family and other people she trusts in hopes her abductors will be wary of attempting another abduction. For twenty years, that arrangement seems to have worked. In fact, the arrangement would probably have still worked if the abductee hadn't broken a key rule: Never go anywhere alone.

What follows is the Real Time Abductee's tale :
The Abduction
“My brother-in-law lives down the road from me and called on the day of the incident to ask if his dog wandered over to my house. His golden retriever, a male dog, does that from time to time. I looked around and didn't spot his dog anywhere on my property. While I was looking around I walked past my son's truck parked next to the barn. I saw the key was in the ignition and made the  foolish split second decision to jump in the truck and take a fast drive down an old beach road that ends at an area where I've found the dog before. He seems to love this isolated area of the beach, only about a minute's drive from my barn.
“I guess twenty years without an abduction incident had made me complacent. So I took off to look for the dog.
“My instincts about the whereabouts of my brother-in-law's pet were better than my instincts about abduction prevention, because I discovered the dog happily chewing on something he found along the shoreline. He was soaked, covered with sand and having a great time. I got out of the truck, opened the tailgate and called him. I tried to let him know by the way I spoke that he had misbehaved. I guess he got the message, because he just looked at me with that wide-eyed 'just got caught with my pants down look' some dogs get when they know they've messed up. I walked to the front of the truck and about 10 feet onto the beach itself and called him again without that 'bad dog' tone to my voice. This time he jumped up, wagging his tail happily, and came running toward me.
“As best I can recall, this is when the abduction event  began, for suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a funny feeling came over me, and I heard what sounded like a huge Harley Davidson motorcycle revving up right next to my head. It was deafeningly loud. There was no one on the road. Nothing had approached me while I stood there calling the dog. But there in my ear, as if it was right next to me, a thunderous noise commenced as quickly as you could snap your fingers.
“I was filled with a paralyzing fear, knowing I had made a terrible mistake. I started to turn my head and shoulders slowly away from the approaching dog towards the sound...and that's all I can remember of how the incident began.
[Editors' note: Here are some further descriptions of what happened at the beach recalled by the abductee in a follow-up contact:
“I also recall a strange creature running toward me on the beach. It looked like a big triangle about the size of a trash can lid. It had a mouth and eyes at the pointed end, four stick-like legs and hair or fur that looked like long beach grass on its back. I think it was greenish in color and had neon green eyes. I have no idea if it was a living creature or a machine. I recall trying to get away from it and the dog barking at it. It's all pieces of memory that are disjointed and confusing. I also just know somehow this was the last of it for me. I don't think I will be taken again. I also feel these beings want me to try to make people understand they exist and our viewpoint on all of these things is going in a wrong direction. My feeling is these beings, whatever they may be or wherever they may come from, don't approve of the ridiculous sideshow our civilization has made of their attempts to slowly indoctrinate us about them and others like them.”
End editors note.]
“The next thing I knew I was laying on my back  on the sand with the dog lying next to me. My first thought was that I had fainted, and the dog had fallen asleep next to me. I thought I was all right. One of my shoes had fallen off. I stuck it back on and got up. As soon as I did I vomited. I felt very weak and dizzy. Then I realized the dog was just lying there looking at me. He appeared to be dazed and was glassy-eyed.
“When the vomiting stopped I tried to get the dog to stand up. But he just remained lying on the sand like a limp rag. He's a big dog, and I wasn't able to lift him. I desperately wanted to get myself and this poor pet to the truck and get us out of there as fast as possible. I was feeling really sick, so I decided to drag the dog over the sand to the truck. Fortunately I was able to drag him to the back of the truck where the tailgate was already open. I gave it all I had and half lifted, half dragged the poor animal onto the bed of the truck. He just landed in the truck bed with a thump, bewildered and confused looking, and lay staring at me.
“Despite being disoriented and nauseated, I was able to drive home. There I found my frantic family madly searching the area for me and the truck I borrowed. I quickly told them about the beach and the noise while they helped me shakily navigate from the driveway back into my house. My brother-in-law kept the dog in my son's truck, driving him immediately to the vet because he was acting so weird.
“Once my family got me inside, I was able to inspect myself a little better. I found my sneakers had been left untied and my socks turned around so the heel of each sock was over each instep. The rest of my clothes seemed to be on properly; however, I had a gemstone ring on my right hand and a charm bracelet on my right wrist when I went looking for the dog. Both were now missing. But I also had a large diamond ring and a very expensive watch on my left hand and wrist. Neither one of these items appeared to have been touched.
“My body was very sore, my head hurt and I was confused. I couldn't remember clearly what had happened. I've never had an experience like this one, starting with that loud motorcycle sound. I thought the entire event happened within the span of just a few minutes, but a reconstruction of the time my brother-in-law first called about the dog to when I returned home revealed it was an hour and 25 minutes since I left my house. My brother who is a medical doctor was one of the family members out looking for me when I returned and insisted he should examine me. My blood pressure was a bit high, I had a slight fever and my blood sugar was elevated. My brother thought my body was dealing with a degree of shock. He also thought I was dehydrated and started me drinking water immediately. My family decided to take me to the emergency room where I could be hooked to a heart monitor and blood work could be done. It also allowed for a more complete examination to make sure I didn't suffer previously undetected injuries, internally or externally, during whatever had happened on the beach. Two doctors tested to make certain my heart was sound and ruled out any other possible cause of what they were told was a fainting spell or blackout. It certainly wouldn't have served any purpose to tell them I had been abducted by creatures unknown! I had been down that route before. Under my brother's prompting, the physicians saw to it a complete round of blood work was conducted as well. It appeared I was all right except for some noticeable problems with my eyesight. My vision was very blurry, and the lights in the hospital were painful to my eyes.
“When my family brought me home from the emergency room, I was totally exhausted, extremely weak and badly in need of sleep. I was surrounded by my family and spent the rest of that day in my bed sleeping. My sleep was uneasy, and I tossed and turned most of the time. This experience was unlike any of the other times I suffered an abduction. I never was able to recall much from my other encounters, but this time I began having flashes of uncontrollable recall that kept flooding my mind. I could recall “people” around me who were talking to me the entire time. I was being told how disappointed they were with the human race and our failure to reach out for knowledge. I remember being told we are a species that learns more slowly than others and would still be extremely primitive if we were not constantly pushed to advance. I had a hard time keeping up with what was being said because the communication was very fast and I was overwhelmed by it. I couldn't comprehend a lot of it. I do remember these beings indicating they were frustrated by our failure to grasp their attempts to slowly indoctrinate the human race to something they are apparently trying to show us. And I felt their anger and annoyance was aimed at our constantly rejecting their attempts, as evidenced, as far they are concerned, by our movies and fake photos and videos. They projected the feeling that humanity's rejection of what they seem to have been slowly trying to introduce us to has them harboring some growing negative feelings about mankind. I can't tell if they were expressing anger, frustration, pity, confusion, or a combination of all those things. But I did get the impression their reactions were the result of what they feel is humanity's willful ignorance, like we deliberately refuse to see some universal truth they've been putting in front of us. I still don't feel like I've fully grasped what they were trying to put across during the encounter other than that it was negative toward our actions. I can recall some kind of focus on my age. I also got the feeling they were trying to impress on me that this was going to be the last experience I would have with them. And I was left with the impression I'm being allowed to recall as much as I've been able to pass along to you for the express purpose of getting their still puzzling message across. Other incidents like this have always left me with very little in the way of memory.
“While all this was going on, I wanted to get away from them but was being physically restrained like all the other times. I kept begging them to let me leave. I recall the beings restraining me had human-like form, but I also recall a horrible looking being near me that frightened me nearly to death. I was screaming and struggling, and they gave me something to remove my fear and make me calm down. I remember being very thirsty and sick to my stomach. I had stomach cramps. The human type beings around me controlled me with an invisible strength, making it impossible for me to function physically. I only remember very brief flashes of the horrific creature that frightened me. I think my seeing it only lasted for a second or so. I'm not sure.
“I'm worried about people thinking this is something fun and fabulous, and I hope one day we'll grow up as a civilization and begin to understand and deal with these beings that watch us, visit us and take us against our will. As it stands, it appears we're the fools for poking fun at these incidents, and they're the ones doing all the laughing.”
The Aftermath
[Editors' note: The following comments from the abductee are taken from more follow-up contacts via email.]
“I feel like I have the flu and my eyes really hurt. I developed large painful pimples on my face. I also found a circle of hair had been cut out of the back of my head. I have long hair and can cover the bald spot, but I can't explain why this hair sample was taken. I found out that I'm a bit anemic, too, which is very odd considering I had my yearly physical a few weeks before the incident and was normal at the time. I must have lost some blood somewhere along the way but have no memory of it. At first, a few odd marks on my skin were my only outward signs of the encounter on the beach. But now a leathery and scale-like rash has begun to appear between my breasts, rising toward my neck, and on my legs and hands, as well as in patches on my back.
“I'm still shaken up and withdrawn. I really didn't think at my age that this would happen to me again. My family is annoyed that I broke the golden rule and took off alone to an isolated area. I feel strange. My thinking is very rapid, and my dreams are extremely odd. I'm still very weak and will need time to recover from this encounter just like I have from all the others I had forced on me ever since I was a little girl. The worst part of this is how easily they can walk into your life and take you at will. Dealing with the draining physical aftermath is exhausting. And knowing almost everyone refuses to believe this happens to people like me all the time is heart breaking. No matter how my family tries to protect and take care of me, no matter how we Real Time Abductees have offered support to each other, the truth of the matter is that each one of us is really all alone in the middle of this mess.
“I only pray people everywhere will soon rise to a new level of understanding, becoming more than what they have been, and start to wise up to how lost we are when it comes to so many things these abductors think we really should already know. When you think about the massive number of reports of UFO sightings and alien abductions from all over the world, you would think we would be smarter about all of this. Instead we match the real encounters by creating fake ones in larger numbers, leaving the real experiences swallowed up by our self created ignorance and delusion. I don't have any idea what it will take to turn us into more than the backward beings these abductors consider the stupid ones in the universe. Maybe it will remain this way, and, eventually, these beings who seem to be trying to nudge us out of our ignorance will simply give up and leave us to our own brain dead way of life.
“The last time I had an incident I was 40 and it was in the fall. That was in 1991. I don't recall much about the beings from other incidents except that they seemed to be in human form and covered in a light colored suit. This latest incident is the only time I remember more. This time they were without question covered in a skin-like suit with lenses over their eyes. It's for protection from us and our atmosphere, I assume. They are thin, about 6ft tall and have very long, delicate hands. You can see eye movement behind the dark lenses over their eyes. I think they come in different types, like male and female in humans, but I have no idea if there are separate sexes, or anything like sex, at all. They could be some other mix. The one that I can recall the most appeared to be the boss and seemed feminine to me. It quickly got that frightening creature away from my view. I recall that thing wanted to touch me, and it was told no. I felt like I was in a UFO garage-type of thing, meaning a structure attached to something at the back of it with two sides and an open end like a garage with the door open that I could feel air and see sky when I looked that way. I was sitting on something and could not see the wall behind me but could see the wall in front of me. That is when I saw that the wall and all around it, including these people or beings, all were the same color of a light gray or off white so that when they were working along the wall they were camouflaged and you could not see them. Only when they moved around could you make out the outline of beings there. They were sort of lit, or had an aura to them. I have no recall of anything like this before. The frightening creature was disgusting with a bug like head and appendages around its body. It was huge and wide and horrible. It had a bug face with a bunch of eyes. I do not know of any Real Time Abductee who ever had as clear a look as I had this time at what these things are like. I wish I did not remember it.”

This real time abductee is spending time trying to recover from her latest encounter with these unknown beings. She is hopeful this is the last time she will be taken and feels due to her age she may now be able to finally live the rest of her life without these intrusions from those who  take her, abuse her and throw her back like a lab rat.

End of Abductee's Report

Editors' note: It shouldn't take more than this report and the constant ongoing  UFO sighting reports to make you think sensibly about what to do when you have the urge to venture out into nature's sparsely populated realms this summer. Be alert. Be careful. Always hike, hunt, camp, fish, sail or just mosey through the less populated places on the planet with a companion or two. And keep your wits about you if you come eyeball to eyeball with the unknown.

Rick Stokes 
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