They come through the window.

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

So did these experiences follow you through life or was this only up to the age of 7?

a reply to: antarcantsignin

I've had other experiences in my life, and I regularly see oddities in the night sky.

But as for anything like an abduction, the blue light, the crippling fear, the memory loss, no, it hasn't happened since.

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

Then? They can come thru a wall, door, ceiling...so?

a reply to: Zandergrut

Did you have a backyard large enough for a helicopter to land? Also, did the noise wake the rest of the family and neighbors?

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

Don't waste your time on the literary forum here. Get a real publishing deal. You can do it. The suits will be only too happy to sell you as non-fiction, if that's what you want.

I don't even remember moving into the house.

My very first memory is of me just standing there by the window.

That ain't normal...

And I had to live with this my whole life.

I lived in fear every night for many years.

With no one to talk to. Not even sure I would've had the courage to really talk about it anyway.

And then what? I can't remember! What is there to talk about!?

The fear turned to anger over the years.

It's now boiled into rage.

Whatever happened to me, it wasn't right.

You have no right to take someone's memories.

They're gone.

To me, it's like they were never there in the first place.

I want justice...

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

I want justice..

You could use a bit more plot in your story too. Speaking as a professional editor, I'd say lose the amnesia. It's an obstacle in plotting terms.

originally posted by: Astyanax
a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

I want justice..

You could use a bit more plot in your story too. Speaking as a professional editor, I'd say lose the amnesia. It's an obstacle in plotting terms.

Lose the amnesia he says...

It's an obstacle for sure.

originally posted by: BrotherKinsMan
I don't even remember moving into the house.

My very first memory is of me just standing there by the window.

That ain't normal...

And I had to live with this my whole life.

I lived in fear every night for many years.

With no one to talk to. Not even sure I would've had the courage to really talk about it anyway.

And then what? I can't remember! What is there to talk about!?

The fear turned to anger over the years.

It's now boiled into rage.

Whatever happened to me, it wasn't right.

You have no right to take someone's memories.

They're gone.

To me, it's like they were never there in the first place.

I want justice...

How do you know anything abduction wise even happened if you can't remember a thing , other than standing by a window? Maybe it's really a memory being surpressed of something earthly that happened to you instead?

originally posted by: ScarletDarkness
How do you know anything abduction wise even happened if you can't remember a thing , other than standing by a window? Maybe it's really a memory being surpressed of something earthly that happened to you instead?

I will try to answer for the OP.
With time memories that are persistent raise a question. I remember from childhood and my teens time some events. The more I think about them and how vivid and 'believable' they are, the more I think they were real.

Empty road me and my buddies are walking. A light in the night sky fast approaching. My buddies no longer with me, just I on the road. Bright light about to go over me. I fell on the ground covering my head face down.

Or a strange man walking with me on a path through an empty public path. We two walking side by side. He shows me a picture of me but obviously taken from above...like from the craft above the ground. Not too high. I ask as we walk if I can understand his language...he says, yes, take this pill and you will understand. I take a pill and feel strong headache where I want to fall on the ground and cover my head. Next, I am walking and understanding what he says in his 'native' language. Strange. Was back when I was may be 16.

With this being said, all is possible when we reflect to our strange encounters....true of false. Back then I was a kid with no access to ATS and all the stories to pick the false memory from.

Happy New 2024!