posted on Dec, 6 2005 @ 08:25 PM
I've been asked not to stray from the gray, and to give an account of one of my experiences with these particular alien visitors. WHILE traveling
home late one night (1:30ish in the AM) on a route that connects two well known Norther California communities, I noticed the usual strange light off
in the distance out my car windows. It was a cloudless, moonlit night and I decided to do something rather stupid, by turning my headlamps off and on
as I drove along a ways (thinking if it's a UFO, "they'ed" notice me). I was just goofing around really, but then later (not to drag this out) I
find that I am now on a road that connects the route I was on to a parrallel route some miles away. This connection is rather remote half way, with
lots of vacant land with oak trees and bushes. I soon realize I must have turned off my original route and thats when I see an area off the side of
the road that I feel is wide enough for me to turn my 82 Dodge wagon around and go back, but somehow that doesn't work out and the engine dies on me.
I try restarting it and thats when I first catch sight out the windshield of a figure crossing over in front of the car and heading round to the
drivers side...I'm thinking what the frick is this all about and then, two or more figures appear from behind me. I don't know why, but at this
point I start to open my door and get out and they are right there surrounding me. I'm freaked, I can't think of anything to say or do and I just
close my eyes real tight, and I begin to walk away with them like a "sheep", saying over and over to myself in a low murmer through clinched teeth,
"I won't look!...I won't look!"...I guess they hear me, and I hear them in a low tone in good english ( with some kind of little accent of some
sort) telling me thats good, don't look...it's better if you don't and this won't take long. I'm tensed up and my hands are clinched tight in
fists, and I can feel small but firm gripped hands on me guiding me along. I will later in another post (not to be rude and max this one out) relate
the ending to this encounter when I find myself being led right up to their ship. One of the things I can remember so vividly was the look on the face
of the one who crossed over in front of my car, he had a slight smile or grin and was trying his best to look friendly, but the eyes, I'll never
forget the eyes. Before I got used to them they were the scary part of them...the big dark brown piercing eyes that seem to look right through you!!!