I was abducted by aliens for 20 years (TRUE)

Abducted- Part 3

The next time I realized what was going on, I was being placed into a cell. As the officer walked away I jumped to the bars screaming for him to wait, but he disappeared around the corner.

What...the...hell.

My clothes were soiled, my head was killing me, and I had no clue what was happening. I believed what I had just gone through, but I was trying to figure out how I was going to deal with this.

My thoughts were like...do I tell the police what happened...my mom....dad...and as I thought these things, I projected all of their reactions, and I knew Id end up in another cell...the padded kind if I ran out of here trying to convince people what had just happened.

This gave me this grave feeling of being alone.

It didn't last long as I heard the cell door at the end of the row slam violently, then the next, then the cell adjacent to mine. I stood only to hear screaming coming from the area the police officer disappeared to. I began panicking.

Out the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadowy figure emerge. It was a giant person, about 9 feet tall, with square shoulders. Think the wrestler the Undertaker, and he stopped right in front of my cell.

His eyes were white and his face was emotionless, I stared at him for what seemed like an hour, but it must have been about 4 or 5 seconds. He reached out, bent the cell bars wide open with his hands and stepped into my cell.

My mind could not comprehend what was happening. My heart was racing, but I did not have time to process this in between panicking and trying to think of what the hell to do. It was surreal.

The man reached out for me, and I blacked out.

I awoke, my mouth was dry I had something all over my face. I jumped to, to realize it was dirt in my mouth. I looked around, it was pitch black but I knew I was on the path. I ran out across the broken bridge, and out to the road and stopped. I caught my breath, but felt impending doom behind me. I took off up the street, and then to my street.

When I saw headlights, I darted into a yard, or into bushes. I didn't want to see anyone. I just wanted my home.

When I got a few houses away from my house I saw a police car parked in front of my house. My heart sank. I went around the back of my house to the back door and listened. I hear my mom and dad talking to the cop.

My mom was saying things like he would never run away, hes never not checked in. I had no idea what time it was, or if this was going to be some other nightmere where Id wake up again.

Once I caught my breath from running all the way home, I walked in.

My father was in the kitchen, and screamed out. Honey hes Here!

My mother came in with the worried look, that immediately turned to anger when she saw that I was OK.

Looks were deceiving as I was on the brink of an emotional breakdown. The cop was nice enough, as he sort of gave me the old, you shouldn't do this to your month thing, and left.

I was grounded, and my father was skeptical when I told him I had gotten lost on the trails. He let it go however. While he didn't show it, I knew he was worried, and they were thankful I was home. It was 11 something at night, I was 13, and hadn't been seen in hours. They called all my friends, my cousin told them hed driven me to the trails. They were worried I had drowned or something in the river. When all was said and done, they tucked me to bed, grounded me for a week, and that was that.

For me, on the other hand, that definitely was not that.

I struggled over the next few weeks. When what happened was happening, it was real. I spent the next several weeks trying to convince myself something else had happened. I had an aneurism, a seizure, was I going nuts?

The most puzzling thing to me, at the time, was when I woke up, and then I ended up at the police station, and some superhuman being attacked me. This was as real as I am here typing this and telling you about it. But I woke up again. What did they do to me, implant the memory? What was it all about?

Id scribble pictures of the man on my notebooks, and then throw them out. I was really uptight about someone at school asking me hey what are you drawing.

I was a little more withdrawn from my friends and social situations for a few months there after the first time they took me. It got better.

My spring of my freshman year, things were, Id say back to normal. I was playing baseball, and was not waking up every morning expecting something bad to happen. I didn't forget about it, but I more or less kept it out of my memory. I started looking forward to summer and hanging out with my friends again.

On Memorial Day weekend of that year, I was invited to my first high school party. My cousin, who would be graduating soon half assed invited me, but a few of my friends were also going either with older siblings, or with some older kids they were friends with.

We all went out to a farm in an old field, and they had a bonfire, and drinking, the usual stuff you would expect to see teenagers doing on a field in the middle of nowhere.

I didn't drink, some of my friends drank a beer and acted like they were buzzed, and cool. I did smoke some cigarettes however, and I will tell you, yes, when I smoked my first one, and got a head rush....I felt cool.

Just being there felt cool, like this is what high school is all about. Certainly for most of those kids there that night, high school would be about good times. Many good times, just like that night. For me, on that night, an old friends came back to visit me, and I wouldn't have many good night from there on out. That 8 month reprieve, and whole getting back to normal thing would be the longest I would go without being abducted to date.

I would soon meet my handler Norwalg, and that would change the game permanently.

More to come.... I need a break before I get into Norwalg.