posted on Dec, 24 2010 @ 02:21 AM
Hi everyone, this is my first post. I stumbled upon this site while I was looking for some answers to what happened to me. I've kept this to myself
because its so bizarre, but I just want to know what happened. So 7 years ago I had something strange happen to me. I was 15 years old at the time, I
want to say it was around July, it was hot out. This is how I remember it. The last thing I remember before coming too in my back yard was playing
guitar in my bedroom, it was just after 10:00 PM. Next thing I remember (literally 2 hours of that night are completely unaccounted for) My ears are
ringing, I cant hear anything but the high pitch noise and my body thumping fast in rhythm to my heartbeat. The first thing Im thinking is someone was
just trying to stab me with that needle, the image I have of the needle is vivid, but its the only thing i remember. Im disoriented and have no clue
where I am. I see the pool, so I realize im in my yard, but thinking what the # is going on. My first instinct is to hide. My voice in my head is just
screaming HIDE, HIDE from the needle! You know that feeling of being trapped, I was so scared. The only thing I remember is the needle, I was so
scared of the needle. I was looking everywhere for the person that had the needle, the feeling was so real, I was shaking, but I was the only one
there. No person. The ringing was fading by this point and I could hear my dogs going crazy. I ran into my moms garden and grabbed the spade shovel
because I had a feeling that someone was coming back, I didnt know who they were but someone was after me. I thought I was going to be sick. I ran up
the steps of my back deck to get in the house but the sliding door is locked. I started slamming on the door and shouting and the dogs came running to
the door barking at me, followed by my mom and my dad. I was so shaken I could barely explain what happened. My mom looked just as frightened as I
was. My dad explained that no one was coming after me and that I was just sleep walking. I knew I wasnt sleep walking, I've never had a history of
sleep walking. What my dad couldnt explain was why the front door was still locked when he went to lock the door which I had presumably walked out
through. He said he had locked them when he went to bed and that I was playing guitar at the time. So then how did I get outside without unlocking a
door, surely I didnt climb through the window and put the screen back in it, all subconsciously. Also, my guitar was on the floor of my bedroom,
strings facing down. I never treat my guitars like this.
I try so hard to remember what happened between me being in my room and me being in my backyard, but its completely blank, there is nothing there...
Its hard to describe this missing time feeling. Its like... being blackout drunk, you just remember being in one place and then your somewhere
completely different with no idea how you got there or what happened in between those missing hours.
If someone has had an experience similar to this, please share some insight.