👽 Alien Abduction Stories That Will Make You Believe 👽

Yes, Rick, but that is how life goes.

He was tired so he ran ... okay ha ha.

79. Let me preface this by stating that almost all of the encounters that I have witnessed have been with at least one other individual. The first two encounters happened on two consecutive days in 1997, and the numerous other encounters happened over the span of 90 days a year and a half ago. I do not recall being abducted. I have filed reports with the incredibly incompetent MUFON.



Back in ’97 my buddy and I had just finished up our shift at a pizza joint. It was after 11 pm. We were wore out and wanted to get stoned. We were completely sober. Anyway, we drove out into a cornfield in the off year, so it was full of rye. We were about a half mile off the road, it was pitch black, and because of our vantage point, I could see headlights in any direction for a good mile. We were way out in the country, so no worries. My buddy starts breaking up the weed when I notice what I believe to be truck headlights shine directly from behind, take a hard left, and disappear. My buddy didn’t seem to notice, but I became frantic. I thought it was the cops. My friend thinks I am messing with him and continues breaking up some really terrible brick weed. I recall looking at the stars, and one star in particular grabbed my attention. I can’t tell you why, but it looked like your average star. Within thirty seconds this “star” starts moving up and down, side to side, and in circles. I yelled in a panic, “what the Screw is THAT?” My buddy gives a dismissive sigh, and then he looks where I am pointing. For five minutes the UFO continues to move in very fluid movements, making impossible maneuvers, and do so in complete silence. Without notice, this one object becomes five equally impressive star like objects. They stayed close together. At times they moved in some kind of formation, and other times they seemed to move independently. Just as quick as the five came, they fused back together as one. We were in shock, but we didn’t feel like we were in harms way. We were recapping what we witnessed, but that single UFO was still there. It wasn’t moving too much. We thought things were coming to a close, but we were wrong. This time the one object turned in to at least seven objects. The way they moved and jerked around felt aggressive to me. My friend must have felt the same way, because he said he was starting to get nervous. I told him we should go. I embarrassingly confessed that I “knew” it was there for us, and I became fearful. We haul ass out of there, and this thing follows us to the outskirt of town.



The stories actually get far more interesting and do include ETs and different types of UFOs. I’ll keep going if anyone is interested.  👽

80. I have one. I don’t know where I stand on the whole ET/UFO controversy, but I can vividly recall an experience from my childhood that I’ve never forgotten and can’t explain. I was maybe 10 or 11 years old. I distinctly remember it because it caused in me a sense of terror more pure than any I had or have felt since.



My parents’ house is out in the country and my old bedroom is on the second floor, with two windows facing north and west respectively. My bed was up against the west wall just beneath the window. My dog Henry was sleeping with me that night.



I woke up to the sound of Henry barking and found my room bathed in light from the window above my bed. I can vividly recall Henry silhouetted, staring into the light, barking her brains out. I jerked up and looked out, but there was only light. A crackly, humming, droning sound filled the air. I was disoriented and terrified – both for myself and for my dog – but all I could do was pull my blankets over my head and curl into a ball. I was sure Henry was going to die. I remember feeling sorry that I was too frightened to help. In my head the clear thought “I don’t want to die” repeated over and over, and I was aware that it was the first time in my life that I had ever really not wanted to die – like, it was the first time I’d ever genuinely felt that I was going to die.



The experience ends there. I woke up the next morning with Henry in my bed. I immediately went to my parents’ room and woke them up to ask if they’d seen the light or heard Henry barking, but they hadn’t. I wondered if I’d dreamt it, but I’d never had a dream so visceral before. All the fear I’d experienced up till that point became a lower classification: now there was “fear,” and there was “real fear.”



When I first heard about sleep paralysis, my mind immediately went to that night. It had some of the same characteristics – the terror, the vividness, the weird noise – but I wasn’t paralyzed. I moved twice: once when I sat up and peeked into the light and again when I pulled my blankets over my head and hid. 👽

82. I’ve got a relatively tame missing journey one, One night about 10 years ago me and a friend were hanging out with another friend who lived in a nearby village (hour + walk), because we knew the route was dangerous at night we deliberately didn’t have anything to drink, so we watched rocky and ate junk food and all the other things teenagers do when they aren’t drinking and doing drugs and left the house at 1am.

We walked and chatted making our way home until we get to the awkward field we have to cross to get back to our town (about half way), its dark and muddy so we stop talking as much and pay more attention to the floor, in no time at all we come to the other end of the field and are pretty much home, so we check the time.

01:25. We’d just done an hour walk in 25 minutes, I can’t run that distance in 25 minutes. we’d both checked the time when we left our friends house and both checked it when we got off the field and it was the middle of august so it wasn’t daylight savings.

That’s the closest I’ve got, we still occasionally mention it when we see each other.  👽

83. I have never told anyone about this but since you guys are sharing.



I was about 6 years old and my father and I were separated from each other as we were roaming around the Page museum in Los Angeles. I entered a back room where 3 blond haired people were all sitting at a table facing me. They were really tall and wore very fitted clothes. They asked me if I wanted to come back to their planet with them or stay with my current family.



I thought about it and I decided to stay on earth. I then left the room to look for my father. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I chose leaving earth.  👽

Me too, Rick.

These Greys are common sights among those who say they have seen aliens

This was a fascinating UFO sighting