11-10-2005, 05:37 PM
This should probably be in the Alien section....
When I was a little girl I used to have what most parents today would refer to as "night terrors".... only my terror was real, and so were the beings in my closet and under my bed. They were very real, and they frightened me terribly. I didn't mind the little grey guys. They were sweet, and often took the time to calm my fears about leaving the house at night, but the others, wow, I can't even remember what they looked like, what they did to me, or how they took me, but I know they did, and I know it hurt, and that up until a few years ago I could not have a hand or foot sticking out over the edge of the bed. Anyway, my fears of "them" were real. The grey's were another story altogether.
One night, after experiencing the noises in my closet and screaming for help time and time again, I decided that risking my father's wrath simply wasn't worth it, and I eventually fell asleep. I later woke to find a little being standing beside my bed. He had such a friendly face and friendly thoughts directed at me. He had three long fingers, big eyes, a little flat mouth (almost lipless), no discernable ears that I recall, and he was very patient. He said he wanted to take me outside. It was dark out, and I was only four or five at the time. My father was extremely abusive and if he found me missing in the night, I literally wouldn't be able to sit for a week at least! I told him that I was afraid to leave the house and he promised me that he would have me home before my father could discover that I was gone. I remember saying that it must be cold out and I didn't have my coat, and he told me that it was very pleasant outside.... warm actually, and he promised he wouldn't let me get cold. I remember saying that I couldn't leave my room because the door was locked (actually my father tied my doorknob and my brothers doorknob together at night so we couldn't get out of our rooms). The little grey told me we didn't need to go through the door, that we could go through the wall. I remember thinking that my father would be furious if we wrecked the wall, and the little grey told me that we would just pass through it and leave the wall intact. I thought it would hurt and he assured me that it wouldn't. He told me to take his hand and he would do all the rest. I did as he said and I remember passing through the wall like it wasn't even there. It was so cool!!!
We floated above the ground over the town I lived in, and I saw the bright lights of a circus. I could hear the music coming out of the big tent. The little grey asked me if I had ever seen a real circus. I said I hadn't... so he took me. We floated inside the tent, hovering near the top and watching the circus below. I was so fascinated by what I saw. I loved the trapeze artists... watching them letting go of their swings and grabbing on to another in mid-air. WOW! It was scary and beautiful and I wanted to join in. There was also a tightrope act. A young woman came out and she wrapped her long brown hair around a rope. I watched, from above, as she was lifted, twirling and spiraling into the air by her hair. It was incredible, and I wanted to do that too. I saw elephants performing tricks, and tigers jumping through hoops, but none of it matched the magic of seeing people in the air. I loved it, and I never wanted to leave. I felt safe and that wasn't a feeling I was very familiar with, but I knew I didn't want it to end.
The next thing I knew it was morning and I was waking up in my own bed. I remember feeling disappointed that I was home, but relieved in a sense because the little grey had kept his word, and no one even knew that I was gone. I remember telling my mother about the circus and the things that I saw (not telling her about the grey, of course) and she told me that it was just a dream. That can't explain why for the next couple of years I daydreamed about running away to join the circus... and I had never really seen one (at least as far as my parents knew). The little guy came back many times and I really believe we had a good relationship. He was very compassionate, and we shared several adventures together although I can't say that I remember what they were. I just know that we had fun together, and sometimes he brought his friends along as well. One time as he was bringing me home, he apologized to me, saying that he didn't know "they" were going to hurt me. I don't know who "they' were or what had happened, but the pain was almost gone by the time I got home, and my parents never noticed anything unusual.
During that same time period, I used to practice hanging from a metal swing, and I used to pull my hair, really hard, to toughen up my scalp so I could hang from my hair too. I was devastated, and furious, when my mother cut my long hair off and left me with a pixie cut. I screamed at her that I couldn't join the circus until my hair grew out and she bluntly informed me that they wouldn't take me anyway because I was far too young. To this day I have an incredibly tough scalp. If someone were to grab a handful of my hair and yank on it, it would be no big deal. Grabbing just a few hairs and yanking would be a totally different story though.
Anyway, that was one of the stories I promised you in my intro.
Willow
When I was a little girl I used to have what most parents today would refer to as "night terrors".... only my terror was real, and so were the beings in my closet and under my bed. They were very real, and they frightened me terribly. I didn't mind the little grey guys. They were sweet, and often took the time to calm my fears about leaving the house at night, but the others, wow, I can't even remember what they looked like, what they did to me, or how they took me, but I know they did, and I know it hurt, and that up until a few years ago I could not have a hand or foot sticking out over the edge of the bed. Anyway, my fears of "them" were real. The grey's were another story altogether.
One night, after experiencing the noises in my closet and screaming for help time and time again, I decided that risking my father's wrath simply wasn't worth it, and I eventually fell asleep. I later woke to find a little being standing beside my bed. He had such a friendly face and friendly thoughts directed at me. He had three long fingers, big eyes, a little flat mouth (almost lipless), no discernable ears that I recall, and he was very patient. He said he wanted to take me outside. It was dark out, and I was only four or five at the time. My father was extremely abusive and if he found me missing in the night, I literally wouldn't be able to sit for a week at least! I told him that I was afraid to leave the house and he promised me that he would have me home before my father could discover that I was gone. I remember saying that it must be cold out and I didn't have my coat, and he told me that it was very pleasant outside.... warm actually, and he promised he wouldn't let me get cold. I remember saying that I couldn't leave my room because the door was locked (actually my father tied my doorknob and my brothers doorknob together at night so we couldn't get out of our rooms). The little grey told me we didn't need to go through the door, that we could go through the wall. I remember thinking that my father would be furious if we wrecked the wall, and the little grey told me that we would just pass through it and leave the wall intact. I thought it would hurt and he assured me that it wouldn't. He told me to take his hand and he would do all the rest. I did as he said and I remember passing through the wall like it wasn't even there. It was so cool!!!
We floated above the ground over the town I lived in, and I saw the bright lights of a circus. I could hear the music coming out of the big tent. The little grey asked me if I had ever seen a real circus. I said I hadn't... so he took me. We floated inside the tent, hovering near the top and watching the circus below. I was so fascinated by what I saw. I loved the trapeze artists... watching them letting go of their swings and grabbing on to another in mid-air. WOW! It was scary and beautiful and I wanted to join in. There was also a tightrope act. A young woman came out and she wrapped her long brown hair around a rope. I watched, from above, as she was lifted, twirling and spiraling into the air by her hair. It was incredible, and I wanted to do that too. I saw elephants performing tricks, and tigers jumping through hoops, but none of it matched the magic of seeing people in the air. I loved it, and I never wanted to leave. I felt safe and that wasn't a feeling I was very familiar with, but I knew I didn't want it to end.
The next thing I knew it was morning and I was waking up in my own bed. I remember feeling disappointed that I was home, but relieved in a sense because the little grey had kept his word, and no one even knew that I was gone. I remember telling my mother about the circus and the things that I saw (not telling her about the grey, of course) and she told me that it was just a dream. That can't explain why for the next couple of years I daydreamed about running away to join the circus... and I had never really seen one (at least as far as my parents knew). The little guy came back many times and I really believe we had a good relationship. He was very compassionate, and we shared several adventures together although I can't say that I remember what they were. I just know that we had fun together, and sometimes he brought his friends along as well. One time as he was bringing me home, he apologized to me, saying that he didn't know "they" were going to hurt me. I don't know who "they' were or what had happened, but the pain was almost gone by the time I got home, and my parents never noticed anything unusual.
During that same time period, I used to practice hanging from a metal swing, and I used to pull my hair, really hard, to toughen up my scalp so I could hang from my hair too. I was devastated, and furious, when my mother cut my long hair off and left me with a pixie cut. I screamed at her that I couldn't join the circus until my hair grew out and she bluntly informed me that they wouldn't take me anyway because I was far too young. To this day I have an incredibly tough scalp. If someone were to grab a handful of my hair and yank on it, it would be no big deal. Grabbing just a few hairs and yanking would be a totally different story though.
Anyway, that was one of the stories I promised you in my intro.
Willow
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