I will honestly admit this is going to be hard to believe as I write it. I find it hard to believe myself and wonder if perhaps I dreamed it, but in no way can I convince myself that I did. Even today as I think about this incident I still get a cold chill down my back. If I recall it at night I close my eyes tightly and pull the covers up over me. Sometimes, I'll even call my dog over and let him sleep near the bed just so that he can warn me if, it ever comes again. I think you will agree with me that this is probably going to be one of the most unusual instances of an inhuman haunting incident you will have ever heard.
It was 1998 when I dated a woman who I'll call Anne. I had arrived in the Seattle area a little over a year ago after a move from my home in St. Louis Missouri. We met through a weekly meeting of psychics and their followers who gathered to give readings and talk about the paranormal. At first I was pretty open to the ideas that were talked about but as time passed I realized that these meetings were more about predicting how much money could be "freed" from the believer's wallets and purses then on any true learning. But that is a different story.
Anne and I hit it off right away we both were very independent and both had received kidney transplants due to illness. Our beliefs were similar and they had led us to these meetings to cultivate our interest in psychic phenomena. However, as the meetings progressed Anne became more enthralled with them and I became more skeptical.
First of all I am a believer in paranormal activity having experienced many strange and unexplainable incidents myself. But the people I was meeting seemed to willing to accept everything they were told with out question. And in my experiences I was felt spirit or the universe, or God if you will was telling me that everything about life was meant to be questioned and mankind always fell into trouble when he blindly followed without question.
Anne I always felt had come from a troubled background, at least that is what she alluded to without saying so directly. I felt that there was probably some form of abuse in her childhood from stories that she would tell me of growing up. In time she revealed to me that she believed she was an alien abductee and that on occasions these aliens would come at night and take her away from her home and conduct experiments on her.
For myself I keep an open mind on UFO's even though I've never seen one. But during my Air Force years I ran into a few Pilots who told me of incidents they were involved in that they couldn't explain. I knew these men to be of good character and excellent pilots so I had no reason to doubt them. But being from Missouri I still held on to my "show me" attitude.
When Anne revealed this to me I wasn't sure how to take it. I'd heard of such people on television but I'd also heard the explanations as well such as false memories or implanted ones made by phony therapists or bad hypnotists. This seemed to fit in my mind because Anne was addicted to psychics and would pay hundreds of dollars to them so they would confirm these visitations. I truly felt sorry for her because I felt not only had she been victimized as a child but she was still being victimized by these criminals as well.
I tried to tell her she should go to a real therapist or psychologist and talk things out with them but she wouldn't have it. She seemed happy to leave things as they were. She was so convinced that what she was hearing was true that she felt she was a hybrid alien. Now that would be funny except that she did have physical characteristics reminiscent of the little gray aliens that are spoken of.
She was small in stature, about 5'2 with thin arms and legs. Her head was round with high cheekbones and a small pointed chin. But it was her eyes that really stood out. She had the most unusual eyes. They were grayish blue and almost seemed to glow. It was the first thing you noticed about her for they didn't really seem to match her skin and hair color. If a human and an alien were to mate, I would surely bet that the off spring would have looked like Anne.
Time passed and Anne and I continued to be friends though we didn't really date anymore. We were just too different, I wasn't willing to believe all the nonsense I was hearing at the club and I couldn't get Anne to listen to alternative viewpoints. Soon enough I felt time itself would show her the truth and she would listen to reason. Little did I know at the time that it would be my own eyes that would soon see the truth.
I can't remember the night but it was after one of those meetings, we had stopped afterwards for dinner and a few drinks. When it got late I drove her home because due to diabetes she had a hard time driving at night. When we got to her place she invited me in for a late cup of coffee and some more conversation. We spoke for a few hours on her family and the evening's meeting and as usual she spoke about the aliens that would come to visit her from time to time.
She had mentioned that they had been around quite a bit lately she could see them at times peering in through her windows looking at her with red eyes. It must have been the alcohol I had earlier because I started to kid her about it. I told her I didn't really believe aliens visited her in an apartment and no one noticed her floating away or the big saucer in the parking lot. Nevertheless she said it happened and the aliens were constantly watching her. She even warned me to watch what I said for they would protect her.
Now I had to laugh at this, for it just seemed to me to be too weird. I always believed the 'aliens' were just a figment of her imagination or something she concocted to cover the trauma of something in her childhood. I was pretty sure there was nothing around. I flatly told her that I didn't really believe that aliens with red eyes were looking in on us through the window. To bolster my case I stood up and yelled aloud "if there are aliens here then come and get me!" I got a good laugh out of that but Anne didn't share my humor. She looked at me quite seriously and said 'I warned you!'. By then it was late and we said our goodbyes, I told her that if I survived the night I'd call her in the morning. The ride home was a short and uneventful and soon enough I was at home and ready for bed.
As was my habit, I turned on my CD player to play softly in my living room and then set the alarm that lay on the nightstand. I didn't need to go anywhere in the morning but I had been up late and I didn't want to sleep the next day away. I noticed the time was about 02:25 AM. I buried myself in my covers and flicked off the light to sleep.
It seemed only a moment or two when I felt a sense of drowsiness come over me and my eyelids slowly relax as sleep came over me. As I was letting go of consciousness and letting sleep take over I felt a tremendous impact on my back. My entire body twisted until I was face down against my pillow as something was forcing my head into it trying to smother me.
I was in total panic as I tried to lift myself up and think of what was going on. My first thoughts were that there was a burglar in the house and had ambushed me as I went to bed. He was going to kill me so he could rob the house in peace. I tried to lift myself up with all my might but I couldn't budge. It was if a safe was on top of me. I struggled to breath and figure out what to do what a time to get robbed I thought.
As I struggled something occurred to me, what I thought were hands on my shoulders pushing me down didn't feel like hands. They were claws! Sharp sets of claws were digging into my shoulders pushing me down, not just one set of claws but two! Another set was resting on my lower back forcing me down upon the bed. To my horror I came to know that no human was in my home but some creature that was resting on my back that was attempting to kill me.
By this time all manners of thoughts were racing through my head, the only one I remember was that Anne's aliens had come to kill me. But I'd never heard of Aliens doing this even in fiction. But something did occur to me. I remembered years ago when I went to a Pentecostal church, a speaker had come to speak to the congregation about demons. He spoke of them from the biblical text and from folklore. He mentioned the creatures called Succubus who would come in the form of an old woman and ride men upon their chest slowly suffocating them. Modern psychologists called these phenomena "Night Hag Syndrome" and believed it was a mind disorder that was linked with sleep paralysis. I knew that some form of this creature was here trying to do this to me and it wasn't a figment of my mind.
At that moment I could do the only thing I could think of doing and that was pray. I whispered "Jesus help me!" Much to my surprise the weight lifted off my shoulders and I was able to raise my head enough to suck in a great mass of air. No sooner then I had done such when again the claws forced me back down. Again panic took over me but in the back of my mind I knew that my short prayer worked. I repeated "Jesus, lord in heaven help me!"
This time the thing let go completely as if it had been hit with a shotgun. I could feel the weight leap from my back away from me toward the end of my bed. I turned around as quickly as possible to see a black shape leap into the air and get sucked into the ceiling instantaneously. The room was dead silent and it took a few moments for me to begin to listen and then hear the faint music I had started earlier. It had seemed like during the struggle the whole world had held its breath in silence to see who would win this spiritual battle.
After a moment my fear turned to anger and I jumped out of my bed and searched the house. Inside I doubted what I had experienced and had picked up a knife to check the rest of the apartment. I still felt inside that maybe, just maybe it had been a prowler who had attacked me. But when I saw that all the doors and windows were still locked from the inside I knew I wasn't imagining anything. It had really happened.
I went back to my bedroom and looked at the clock that now read 02:35 AM. I picked up the phone and dialed Anne's number. She answered quickly telling me she was still awake not feeling sleepy. I began to relate to her what happened going into every detail. After I finished my story I waited for her reaction. She said nothing for several seconds until finally in a calm voice she said, "I told you so."
In the following days I did some reading on demonology and I realized that these beings had surrounded Anne and were feeding off of her beliefs that came from her own traumatic background. I tried to speak to her about it but she wouldn't hear it. She thought they were her friends in some strange way and they were there to lead her to a greater something, she just had to discover exactly what. The people at the Psychic Club were of no help as well and continued to encourage her to seek out the aliens and that they were there to help her, for a price.
Soon enough I was disgusted by the whole thing and left the group. Anne and I drifted apart. I couldn't stand to see what was happening and she didn't want to hear my advice. I don't know whatever happened to her positively but I know she had gotten involved with some weird group who wanted to help her get in touch with her aliens through hypnotism and believe it or not sex.
Seven years later I still wonder what happened to her.