Hi everyone.
Firstly I'd like to say that I've been familiar with this site for quite some time. I've observed much in terms of articles and information being shared via the front page and forums for various personal reasons as a result of my history. Now, as it stands I feel as though if I expose too much, I could be endangering myself and my attempts to stay somewhat off the radar. Now, I know that sounds amusing to some, or impossible to others... Especially since there is no possibility for validation of experiences shared here... It is simply faith, or trust in which I ask you hold for me as I share with you this predicament. If you chose to have none, I can't blame you, judge away.
Seven months ago I was attempting to fall asleep in bed. I live alone, and I only have my dog for company as it stands. Before I explain what happened that night, I will try to cover a bit of back story. In the past, I have heard things, and I believe in my head with confidence that I have seen things as well that originate from behind my home. Loud screeches, dark figures and the sounds of scurrying in the bushes that seem more heavy and not at all similar to the sounds of wildlife. Of course we as humans try to examine the most logical explanation for things first (well, most of us), and I have tried time and time again to do just that. But I know when I see a raccoon or squirrel jumping from tree to tree in the night with what little bit of lighting I have on my back porch. But for the two and a half years that I've lived here, these sightings were frequent enough in nature to keep me somewhat paranoid about what was going on behind my house. My neighbors have said in the past they've heard loud noises but not seen figures in their backyard or behind their homes.
So on this night, seven months ago as I lay in bed attempting to fall asleep... I hear a ringing. The sort of ringing you hear from a TV without volume, or when your ears begin to ring yet there was no loss of hearing. I thought it rather strange and figured it was coming from one my electronic devices. While I was in the process of powering everything down, it stopped. I was relieved to believe it was not originating from anywhere else. Still, I continued to shut everything off and only moments after crawling back into bed, the ringing persisted. Covering my head with the blanket deafened the sound enough for me to fall asleep.
I woke up the next day feeling nauseous. I drove to work, I threw up, and figured I might have had a slight bug. I left work feeling weak, came home and tried to relax. The day went by rather normally, I perked up a bit and my concern about the connection of the ringing to my sickness faded. My dog, who for quite some time has been a great companion refused to stay by my side. I didn't notice this in the morning time but it was blatantly evident that there was something wrong with him after I'd come home. Hiding under tables, staying in opposite rooms, not typical behavior at all for him. The worry began once more. I didn't eat much, and neither did he.
In the evening of this same day, I had to pick him up, and take him outside to relieve himself... The amount of fighting and cowering I witnessed was unsettling. He was quick to run back inside and I was quick to investigate the darkness behind my home. With my flashlight in hand, I looked around and saw nothing. As I turned around and clicked the flashlight off, a large figure stand before me with the description that I'm sure you've all heard of many times before. It was alien. Skinny, tall, large eyes, but it was battered and beaten. It appeared sickly. My brain engraved the image on my mind as I quickly blinked, stepped back and shook my head. The image from my eyes vanished and I collapsed under my weak knees. I sat there, on the grass for a good hour. My head was racing... If I reached out could I have touched it? I'm not trying to convey an exaggerated story for you all. It was there. If not literally, something want my eyes to see it.
And now for the record, I have no mental health issues, no background of abuse, mental illness, serious physical illness, etc, etc. To imagine something chemical, or psychological that would cause my brain to do this, is, well beyond me. And as the situation progresses, I myself was certain, this was not something festering in my brain.
For months, I've had dreams, and flash images appear in my head. Dreams that take me to underground places, bases or stations, flashes of people and places I've never met or seen. I see what appear to be spacecraft, both ours and other-worldly. I see people talking to what appear to be aliens and in other dreams I find myself seeing the Universe on a small scale, like I'm observing it from a position far away. The dreams are frequent, the flashes not so much... And when I say flashes, these are images of strange beings, or even just plain old humans I have never seen before and they disappear on every occasion in an instant. I know, to the reader, this sounds insane. I'm not naive to that. I came here, to share my experience with the hopes of trying to discover what the hell is going on here. You can inquire, interrogate, anything. I'll do my best to try and create a solid picture for those of you interested in trying to decipher what this might be...
As of now, the odd sounds of screeching and signs of rustling in the bushes at night continue. The screech is usually short, high pitched and heard from within my home. From my television room I can see out into my backyard, and at times, as crazy as it sounds, I swear I see figures running through the yard. I get up to see in a hurry, but no visible evidence of intrusion is there... Though the odd time a screech in the distance accompanies said sighting. The flashes, as I said aren't as frequent as the dreams in which I see many strange things, but the order of events and there cause and effects seems all to coordinated... And I'm concerned for what might be ahead to be honest.
Any help on this would be greatly appreciated, and thank you for your time.