👽 Alien Abduction Stories That Will Make You Believe 👽

31. I was on a wildfire just south of Dugway Proving Grounds in Utah. We were in fire rigs driving to the incident area, four trucks in close convoy, when we heard helicopters. Eight black military choppers escorted us in formation for like ten miles, we assumed they were just doing drills and using us for fake target practice or something.

A little while later we are parked and about to start hiking to the fire line when suddenly a thin column of smoke shoots probably about two hundred feet into the sky, it was a good mile away but the concussion was pretty significant when it hit us and the noise was still ridiculously loud. We thought it was probably no big deal, we knew we were near a strike zone.

A good five minutes later an aircraft like nothing I have ever seen flew by us at maybe five hundred feet. It was flat black and sort of rectangular but with fins and wells on the underside. It was moving pretty slow and was dead silent so I have to assume it was some sort of stealth glider. It sounds ridiculous but it immediately reminded me of a huge, flying bat mobile, Time Burton era.

After that some military personnel got on our radio frequency and instructed us to leave the area immediately, when our crew chief asked who it was and why they signed off and the Incident Commander (the guy in charge of managing the entire situation) came on the radios and said we were evacuating the area. They sent us to a completely different fire about a hundred miles to the south and never told us why except that it was higher priority which was bullsh*t, it was already out when we got there and we just assisted crews in the mop up operation.

The thing that confuses me about this is that if the army didn’t want us to see that sh*t or if it was dangerous why didn’t they keep us clear of the area in the first place? Either a communications breakdown or they had a now sh*t situation going down and had to get us out of there without warning.  👽

32. I was traveling back home with my mom from my aunt’s house on a warm, sunny afternoon. While I was sitting in the passenger seat, an object just appeared in the sky a little to our left. We both saw it immediately. The size of it is what was shocking more than anything. It had the classic saucer shape and was shining brightly because the sun was reflecting off of it. We continue driving down the road a few seconds, just admiring this craft when all of a sudden we saw something I still don’t believe to this day. It just vanishes. Disintegrates. Disappears. Whatever you want to call it. I looked back at my mom and I could tell by her expression she had seen the same thing.



Since this sighting, I have always been interested in UFO’s and the possibility of other life in our universe. This object in the sky was definitely not a helicopter, airplane, or a flock of geese. My mom and I still talk about the sighting we had and can’t come up with a reasonable explanation as to what we saw that day. This is my UFO story and it is not a hoax or fabrication. Everyone always laughs at me when I tell this story, but that’s fine. I know what I saw.  👽

33. My Dad has over a dozen stories like this. He grew up in rural Illinois, near a woodsy area. UFO activity was apparently high back then – I don’t know if it was just my family or the whole area, but my Dad and my Grandpa would sit on the porch and watch lights fly around their house for fun. This was a loooong time ago, when my dad was a kid (he’s in his 60s now). They would watch the stars dart around like laser lights and laugh about it. It’s mind boggling to me now, I’ve only seen that kind of thing happen once or twice and it freaked me out.



Besides that, a bunch of other weird stuff would happen to my dad, isolated “earthquakes” (in Illinois) that nobody else felt, bright orbs floating around in the sky and following him around, etc. It’s been awhile since he told me these stories, but one of the particularly weird ones has always stuck with me.



FYI I’m completely aware that it sounds like my Dad was just fooling around with me, and trust me, I’d prefer to believe that. But I have good reasons to trust him – for starters, he’s never lied to me about anything else. He wasn’t the type of person to make stuff up for show. He also had absolutely nothing to gain from making it up, he never tried to publish it or even write it down. He would just talk about it sometimes.



Anyway.



So my dad was in his teens, and weird UFO stuff has been happening his whole life at this point. He’s out in his driveway for whatever reason, doing whatever people do when they live in a woodsy rural area. His parents aren’t home, they’re out shopping/at work/whatever.



Suddenly, this big, black car pulls into his driveway. Tinted windows, completely black. My Dad just kind of watches it pull in, not sure what to think.



Something to remember here – not only is this a rural area, but it’s ~50 years ago. People were a lot more trusting back then. Nowadays, you’d be crazy to leave your front door unlocked, but back then it was no big deal.



So this strange black car pulls into my Dad’s driveway. It’s making no noise at all, which my Dad noticed right away. The door opens and out steps a super tall, fair-faced white man. He has blonde hair, an extremely well-tailored black suit, and black sunglasses on. Right away, my Dad could see there was something off about him. He looks too perfect. Flawless skin, a child-like smile, and very overdressed for a hot summer day. He looks distinctly out of place.



The man walks up to my Dad and asks for his name. My Dad (around 15 at the time) asks him why he wants to know. The man smiles and explains that he just wants to ask him a few questions and he means no harm. Bemused, my Dad agrees, but he’s still wary of this strange man.



First, the tall white dude asks my Dad if he lives here. My Dad says yes, and asks why he wants to know. The man has a completely relaxed, non-confrontational tone, and seems almost giddy – like he was really excited to be having this conversation. His childish, overzealous grin hadn’t faded in the least. He asks my Dad if he had seen, felt, or heard anything that he felt was outside of the ordinary. My Dad said sometimes, and again asked why he wanted to know.



The man just kept grinning, and by now my Dad was feeling pretty comfortable. He had never seen this guy before in his life. He didn’t appear to be any kind of government agent – his behavior was far too unusual.



Suddenly, the man’s demeanor completely changes. His grin disappears and he looks worried. Without so much as a goodbye, he opens his car door, gets inside and drives away – still making no noise at all. A couple minutes later, my Dad’s parents come back from shopping.



Now for the really weird part.



My Mom saw the same strange dude....30 years later.



She was in a bookstore looking to buy something – dunno the details really – when she turned around and noticed this tall, fair-looking blonde guy in a black suit sitting at table in the cafe, 30 feet or so from my mom. He was reading a newspaper. Sitting across from him was another dude, dressed exactly the same as the blonde one. They still looked strangely out of place, somehow too perfect, too clean. Now, my Mom had heard this story from my Dad before, and she actually recognized my Dad’s description of this man – he definitely stood out. So she’s kind of taken aback, trying to figure out if it’s actually the man my Dad had seen all those years ago.



The blonde guy notices my mom looking at him. Again, his demeanor completely changes. He stands up, turns around, and quickly walks out of the bookstore with the second guy right behind him.



What the hell, right? I’m actually freaking out a bit thinking about this. I’m 22 now and I have to wonder if I’m going to run into this awkward blonde stalker. It’s like the MIB sent their most inept agent to follow around my Dad. Or the most obvious alien ever is trying to study my family in our natural habitat. I just don’t know. 👽

34. Ok, here it goes. The first time I had ever seen anything I was 7 in Houston, Texas. I used to like to climb on top of my mom’s suburban in the driveway and stare at the stars. One night I saw an intensely bright floating light over the treeline probably about a half mile away. I hollered but nobody came to see it. I did not see anything else until March of 2008.



This experience happened between the 10th and the 15th, but I can’t give a specific date because I was up for 4 days trying to come up with some explanation to satisfy what I had seen. This was in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. My mother lived in a garden home community, all houses the same size, all one story, and you had great visibility distance wise.



I walked out of my buddy’s place at exactly 4 AM to a bright starry night. When I walked out something caught my eye to the left of me. I looked over and saw a bright blue, yellow, green, white, red, orange strobing flashing light floating silently to the left. I stood in awe at it and did not want to go grab anyone because I didn’t want to miss anything. I watched as it passed in front of the moon behind my friend’s place and I saw the outline of the craft. It was a teardrop, sunflower seed type shape, and the craft seemed to have the lights being transmitted from the top half of it. It was almost as if it was transmitting some type of light pattern upward. It also had a dark, thin, smooth line of exhaust that disappeared 50-75 feet behind it. This all occurred no less than 400 yards away from me. After it passed the moon I ran inside and grabbed someone. He saw it but it was too far away to make out what it was.



I went home which was only a few blocks away and looked out from the driveway the same direction the first craft had come from. I saw two dim white lights slowly coming over the horizon at a slow pace heading towards me. I then ran inside and grabbed my mother out of bed. We stood there for about 20 minutes while 5 separate crafts flew over us, first came two, then two, then one, about 6-7 minutes apart from each other, maybe 20 mph, maybe 200 feet up, completely silent. The way that they looked from underneath was each one had two huge bright white lights which were maybe 30-40 feet across each but they were so bright it was hard to get a good estimate. They also had a pulsating red one between the white lights that dimmed and re-lit. I would estimate from the size of the white lights that each craft was maybe between 150-200 feet wide.



The last craft that flew over us flew over lower and slower than the first four had. Then, it made a noise. It let out a sound that to this day haunts me. What I could best compare it to would be this sound.

36. In Edray, WV one night few years back my friend (who is driving) and I were taking his girlfriend home when he decided to take the “long way home”. As we are driving along this fairly deserted back road I began to zone out and I stare at this blinking red light off in the distance and casually think to myself “I wonder when they built a cell phone tower all the way out here. ” When suddenly it blinks and is dramatically closer than it was just a moment earlier, at this point my friend points it out and stops in the road. It blinks once more and is directly in front and over the top of us, the red light is so bright it floods the car in a deep scarlet hue.



I lean forward so that I can see directly into the light, in that brief moment I feel a flood of negative emotions the closest description I can offer is to that of being naked under a giant microscope and having every pore examined thoroughly. I then look away from the light to my friend and ask him to drive, he barely responds apparently in a similar state. Then he snaps out of it and starts driving, as we get a little ways down the road I notice the red light isn’t fading and the interior of the car is still clearly lit by it. I look out the window and to my horror the light is following us and does so for approximately 1-2 miles.



The light unexpectedly veers off to the left and comes down to ground level in a patch of trees adjacent to the road. My friend stops the car again and continues to stare at it and abruptly declares he is going to get out and look at it like he is in some sort of trance. He opens the door and I grab his arm and tell him if he does get out I will get in the driver seat and leave him, that we had to leave that instant. He looks at me and seems to come to and punches the gas so hard the tires lose traction and spin. The light remained stationary as we rode away but I’ve never looked at the night sky the same.  👽

37. I was driving back home to Los Angeles with a friend of mine after visiting family near Phoenix, AZ. We were headed west on highway 58 just out of Boron, CA en route to Mojave to catch the 14. It was night and we were jamming out to some music. The next thing I know I’m waking up, looking around and realizing that I was pulled over on the side of the road and that approximately 3 hours had passed. My buddy was fast asleep so I woke him up and we both kind of had a psychological meltdown. After we calmed down a little we went home and never really spoke of it since. I have absolutely no idea when or how we transitioned from listening to loud music and driving down the road to waking up safe on the side of the road. 👽

38. Well here goes. I guess I would consider myself an abductee.

As a child I had experiences of being abducted. I would lie awake in my bed all night in a state of hyper vigilance, trying to observe the bedroom door, closet door, windows, and walls around me all at once, until I exhausted myself to sleep. I have various memories of the little grey aliens grabbing me by the wrist to lead me around places outside of my bedroom (wherever they took me — nothing resembling a ship or anything, just a plain room), ‘counting’ my spine (they would run their fingers up each vertebrae on my back and to my child’s mind they were counting them), entering my room through the walls and so on. I’m terribly afraid of needles and I’m always worried that the nurse is going to touch the bone of my arm with the needle.

The small grey ones are about as tall as toddlers, 3 ft I suppose, classic grey. Large heads, big insect eyes. Their torso and limbs are very slender and you have difficulty figuring out how they stand and walk upright carrying that large head. Their fingers are very long, and the long fingers and the eyes are the creepiest things about them. Being with them is like being in the same room as a very creepy doll or mannequin, except they move around and are alive. They have a very disturbing vibe about them.

Their skin is grey and seems not to be flesh — it looks like it’s made out construction putty or something like that. They have no wrinkles and no musculature — their skin doesn’t wrinkle when they move, and you can’t see muscles flexing or anything like that. They don’t seem to have any      personality or will, they are just like drones or something. I imagine that they probably stand in a closet when they are not working. But they still seem to be organic — they are not machines or robots. That skin and those eyes are their real skin and eyes, not a space suit or a helmet.

I also have memories of a ‘big’ grey alien, perhaps 6 feet tall, who I would be brought to after the ‘little guys’ were done with me. She defintely had a personality and a sense of presence about her. Her skin seemed to have more features — she wasn’t just putty like the little guys. I don’t know how I thought she was female, but perhaps her features were more slender.

She would look into my eyes with her large eyes and she could see all of my thoughts. I could sense her in my head. She would say things to me, clearly as an attempt to get me to believe them or buy into them. I could recognize them as not being my thoughts, but she didn’t seem to care. Trying to push against her will is like pushing a car in neutral when it’s coming down an incline — the car pushes you instead.

Having her in my mind is a very disempowering experience, and I would almost liken it to rape, but I don’t know what rape really is like, and I imagine it’s way worse. But I am trying to give you an idea of what it’s like. It’s not cool or fun at all. Someone else is in your innermost sanctum, your own mind and thoughts, and you didn’t invite them, you don’t want them there, and they are just doing whatever the hell they want.

At various times, she told me (telepathically) “Don’t make too much trash, or people will get sick” and “Stop cutting down so many trees”.

So also told me “We’re very grateful for your help”, “You’re a big help to us in our project”, and “Don’t tell other people about us, because they can’t see us, and they will only get upset”. She tried to make me feel positive about me being there, but I wasn’t having any of it. I only wanted them to take me back home. I had no idea where I was.

It’s like when you’re a kid, and a teacher tries to encourage you for doing something you don’t want to do, like sweeping the floor or picking up after yourself. “You did a great job sweeping! You’re such a big help” You don’t give a shit about helping the teacher, you just want to go and play or whatever. Well, I didn’t care what the Big One was saying. I just wanted to go home.

They’ve never told me any secrets of the universe, and I’ve never had any hybrid alien or non-grey experience.

FWIW I’ve had sleep paralysis experiences, and to me, these are different, just like a dream is different from a nightmare, and a nightmare is different from sleep paralysis.

In sleep paralysis, I have a dream (or nightmare) about a physical presence that is hostile or angry, and is restraining me or physically accosting me. I panic for a few moments, find that I can’t move, and then I jerk myself awake. Once I’m awake, it fades away quickly , just like a nightmare becomes not-so-real when you wake up.

With alien abductions, I don’t find myself knowing that they’ve happened. I just wake up feeling like complete shit, maybe several days in a row, and I might have daydreams about aliens or remembering scenes from alien abduction shows.

Sometimes I wake up in the early morning with the sense that “they just left”. I won’t be able to sleep for hours, and I will be very aware and afraid of doors and windows. I’m a grown man and when this happens I am not able to fall back to sleep for at least an hour.

As a kid, I remember finding an alien abduction book in the library, and it was like a door had been unlocked. My mom took us to McDonalds afterwards, and I finished the book there. I couldn’t put it down, and for the next three days, I was in shock. It was like confirmation that they were real, that other people did know about them, and that I was really never safe from them.

After that, as a teenager, I got my hands on all the alien abduction books and shows I could find. They scared the hell out of me but I had to keep reading them.

I have strong opinions about depictions of grey aliens, and there are some I consider to be very accurate while others seem like a stylized interpretation by someone who has never seen them. Basically, the more ‘realistic’ or human they looks, with facial features such as cheeks, septum, nose, wrinkles, or under the skin musculature, the less ‘authentic’ it seems to me. Also the eyes may be completely insectoid, wrapping around the sides, not forward facing or oval like a human’s. I suppose a wasp or a mantis has the most alien-like eyes out of all the insect. There are certain cats I’ve seen that seem to have alien-shaped eyes.

In my 20s I started seeing a therapist (I have depression) and during some really intense sessions I recalled the memories of the aliens, the specific memories I outlined about. I don’t believe the memories were blocked or anything; I just never dared ever to recall them, because the whole thing is so terrifying. I believe it’s a form of PTSD– it really does interfere with your sleep and mood. After that session, I was shaking so badly the therapist wasn’t going to release me to let me drive. She had to walk me through breathing exercises to get me to calm down.

If I were someone other than myself, I would be completely skeptical, and conclude that the alien abduction experience is just another type of sleep paralysis. Or that reading too many scary alien books will corrupt your mind. Or that it's a ‘cover’ memory for sexual abuse. (But why would you dream up aliens? They’re as small as toddlers and frail looking. They never touched me sexually anyways).

But me having had the experiences I had, I just can’t believe it. Even if they devise an experiment where they hook people up to machines and have brainwaves proving that certain types of sleep paralysis is the alien abduction phenomenon, I would still believe they were somehow real, because the experiences feel real, even after you wake up, not like a dream, nightmare, or sleep paralysis.

I don’t believe that aliens are organic creatures that evolved on another planet and fly here in advanced ships — the physics of faster than light travel just doesn’t work. The only ‘explanation’ I can come up with is that either they are creatures that can travel interdimensionally (perhaps they come from another dimension themselves) or they exist as independent entities in human consciousness. I know both of those are too crazy to really be explanations, but to me, those creatures are more than nightmares.

I know that on a logical level this is some kind of nightmare or brain disturbance, but let me tell you, the people that suffer from this really do suffer. Some people made up a name for this: “Post Abduction Disorder”. They aren’t trying to say that abductions are real, but just trying to help people who suffer from this. Of course, it’s not taken very seriously, and I understand why. But I do wish sufferers could talk more freely about it, without fear of ridicule or dismissal. I know it sounds completely crazy to people who haven’t suffered it.

This is the most I’ve ever told anyone about it. I am not interested in going to any groups or anything; my suspicion is that they are convinced there’s a government coverup. I’m not interested in conspiracy theories.  👽

Yes, Rick, and I do believe aliens will study the same subject throughout the subjects' lifetime.  

Oh yes, the infamous men in black prohibiting free speech.

It possibly had a connection to what they saw in the sky; a memorable night for them