Spookyness

Abduction

This is my story, whether you choose to believe or not is entirely up to you.

My life was normal at one point, before the dreams… or should I say ‘visits’ started happening. It all started when I started to realize a drop in my health. I would wake up tired, pale looking like something drained my blood overnight, but there were no traces of anything and doctors couldn’t say what was causing this. I would soon find out.

I had a really hard day at work, so as soon as I got home I showered and went straight to bed. I had a weird dream, I was told it was just sleep paralysis so I didn’t think much of it at the time. I woke up, I was on my bed and I saw a dark figure above me, it was looking at me, I couldn’t tell what it was but I knew for sure it wasn’t human, no matter how hard I tried to move, I couldn’t, I tried screaming and I just couldn’t. The next morning, I woke up with a pain on my right hip. When I examined myself I found some dots that weren’t there before, they looked like moles, but flat ones, like they were just marks on my skin. There were seven of them, 6 layered in 3’s side by side and then one on the bottom, dead center of the layers of the 6. This was odd, I didn’t want to take any chances so I went to the doctor. They couldn’t find anything wrong with me and they couldn’t say what had caused it. It wasn't hurting me in any drastic way so I shrugged it off eventually.

A few weeks later, I was having another dream. Just like the first one, only I wasn’t in my room, I was in a room with a lot of bright lights surrounded by figures that looked a lot like the one I saw in my previous dream. The next morning, I awoke tired, I couldn’t go to work; I felt like I’d been hit by a train, I just wanted to rest. I slept that entire day. Over the next few weeks, this continued. I thought maybe it was something paranormal so I sought religious help. I had a priest bless my house, I put up cameras to record me sleep but I caught nothing. I felt helpless, there was nothing I could do; I didn’t even know what was causing this.

A few months later, it stopped and I was going back to normal. No more dreams, my health was getting better and things were just back to normal, I still had the mark on my hip but it didn’t bother me so I ignored it.

After about a month of being back to normal, the dream happened again. This time it was really realistic. I felt everything… I was paralyzed, but I could hear them talk, I could smell my own blood, I could see them, they were inhuman, they were about 5 feet tall and had large black eyes, you couldn’t see their mouths unless they talked, they didn’t speak English either, I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, it wasn’t any language used on this earth, they had large heads, disproportioned from their smaller bodies, I was 100% sure they were not humans and couldn’t be humans dressed up in suits. They were doing something to my body, the last thing I remember was seeing one of them put an oxygen mask on my face and after that I went blank.

The next morning when I woke, my left arm felt weird. My wrist had a bump, when I pressed down on it, it moved a little. It felt hard, like metal. It was shaped like a small capsule. This was too weird, “what the fuck happened to me?” I thought. I had to get it out of me. I slit my wrist open but nothing was there. After many failed attempts I decided to tie my arm, this would prevent it from moving. I tied it so hard my hand became numb. I slit the raised spot and a loud ass ringing triggered off in my brain, it felt like my head was going to explode, I felt like I was going crazy, my ears started burning and bleeding eventually and then my nose started bleeding, I stopped trying to cut it and untied my hand as fast as I could and it stopped. It moved from that area. It’s no longer in my arm. Whatever it is I can’t get rid of it. It had moved to my thighs and I tried cutting it out again and the same thing happened, my head almost exploded. It’s in my neck now and I just can’t anymore, I give up. I’d rather live with this harmless piece of metal in me than cut myself up and risk killing myself to get it out. Whoever put it in there made sure it could never come out. Who or what? I still don’t know.