TL;DR Hello. There are aliens living amongst us. They take our form, our shape, and appear as normal as your next door neighbor. I’ve known this undeniably and for my entire life. I’m ready to let you in on the truth. If you want to hear my true, honest, first person story...please read.
Why post this on Reddit? Well, I’m not exactly the poster person for a successful adult. I’m an alcoholic, smoker, occasional drug user. Always broke. at least, that’s why I think I was chosen. I could’ve done well in life but certain roads have dead ends, and well, here I am. I was smart but made bad choices. Most of the time, when I made them, it felt like someone else was making it for me. It’s felt like an out of body experience. I won’t bother you with the details, but all you need to know is 20 years later and I’m a low life. I’m the first to admit. I’m the type of person you see on the street and moms quietly whisper to their children “see that lady?? That’s why you stay in school.”
No ones going to believe a middle aged, fat, alcoholic, recreational drug user right? They’d have no reason to give any validity to anything I’d ever have to say. The public will say “she just wants to get her 15 minutes of fame.” People will laugh me off and continue on with their days.
If at least one person reads this and has similar observations or experiences, DM me immediately please. I’d like to think I’m not alone.
Anyway, all judgment aside, please read my story as neutrally as possible and try to see things from my perspective.
I believe I have been chosen. I believe that I have seen, with my very own eyes, aliens who have molded into our own kind. Aliens who, like chameleons, can change shape and color to blend in with the human species.
I was 11 years old.
I was only 11 when I saw things that just shouldn’t have happened.
It was so horrifyingly against all the laws of physics and medicine that I’d thought my eyes were just playing tricks on me.
Imagine seeing an apple fall from a tree, but instead of the apple falling down, it shoots straight up.
Imagine your shock and disbelief.
If all your life you were used to apples falling down from trees, you would be so incredibly shocked by seeing one contrasting event that you would experience cognitive dissonance to the extreme. You may even begin to question if you really saw what you saw. That apple might have just been blown by the wind, my eyes could have been welling with tears, I got bad sleep last night...etc. Soon, you convince yourself you were just seeing things and you move on.
Eventually, you forget.
The first time I witnessed something beyond the realm of plausible explanation was at 11 years old. I’ll set the scene.
My older brother was graduating from high school. Picture at least 100 people stopping by, bringing gifts, coming in and out of the house. Being 11, i didn’t recognize a fair share of the guests and was happy enough staying near the kitchen to sneak some treats.
I was a happy kid, in the kitchen just munching on some pretzels while the noise from the party hummed in the background.
It was when he walked through the sliding glass doors and into the kitchen. His walk was really smooth but with a bit of pep. He walked with a bit of excitement and with positive energy— the type of energy a friendly uncle would give out at a family gathering.
Appearance wise: he was remarkably average. Think: average height, average build, probably in his early 40s. I remember him having a remarkably average face. Caucasian male. Shiny black dress shoes and hair slicked back with a little bit of grease.
He didn’t say anything to me, at first. he walked past me to throw away some paper plates. He turned around the corner and into the small bathroom we had there.
I clearly remember him entering the bathroom because of the door audibly shutting and clicking shut. I never left the kitchen. It had been a few minutes and no sign of the man coming back. Soon, I grew curious as to why a stranger had taken over 20 minutes in the bathroom.
Soon, others needed to use the bathroom. These people had been day drinking, so drunk people really wanted to know what the hold up was. A few people lingered outside the door and shouted. There was quite a commotion. I peeked up after hearing all the noise from the kitchen. I was hearing scraps of words and inaudible chatting. I distinctly remember hearing a guest yell “woah man, don’t touch it! The doorknob is scorching!”
I ran over to the bathroom door, where a few of our guests waited outside, and asked what was happening. A family friend at the time told me to go get my parents because there was a fire in the bathroom. I remember being confused, how could there be a fire in a bathroom?? Sure enough, I began to smell the faint odor of burning oak. The faint smell of smoke that you only associate with a crackling campfire.
Instantly, 11 year old me began to run to my parents. They were socializing in the party tent in the backyard. I was screaming my head off “Joey says there’s a fire!!! Fire!!!”
My dad rushed inside to see what the matter was. The smoke smell was stronger now. The heat on the doorknob unbearable.
I kept screaming , “there’s a man in there!!! He’s still in there!! Save him, save him!” I was hysterical.
The fire department and police were called, and the party ended due to the circumstances.
Here’s where things get weird.
They busted down the door. There was no fire. The doorknob had melted from the inside of the bathroom. As in..liquid metal dripping on the tile floor. The wooden door was damaged. It smelled like it had burnt, but there were no signs of fire damage. The smell of the campfire was there but no blackened wood or burning coals.
The whole room smelled of burning plastic, sulfur, and smoke. The fire department couldn’t understand where the odor was coming from or even what ingredients in the bathroom could have caused a smell like that. It smelled like a bit of rotting fish.
Even more strange.. The man was nowhere to be found.
Nobody believed me when I told them I saw a man go in there. I even described what he looked like, and nothing. No one seemed to remember the description of this man.
Yet, I know exactly what I saw. I know that man. I can’t forget the fleeting image of him.
Eventually, my parents chalked the incident up to a weird electrical surge and potential plumbing issues and forgot about the whole thing. I was calmly assured that no one got hurt and no one was in the bathroom. I was simply a kid who had a big imagination.
However, that same week, my hairbrush ans toothbrush were both missing. I know for a fact I left them in that bathroom. I had no reason to throw them away or to have moved them. My parents and brother assured me it must’ve been a simple mistake.
My life continued on.
It was five years later and I was 16. I was just experimenting with recreational drugs.
I decided to try DMT. Long story short, i was transported back to the day I was 11 and got to replay the day back vividly.
Soon, everything came back to me. The horrifying smell, the burning oak, the heat of the doorknob, and my fear for the strange man’s life.
The next day and for the next week, the man appeared everywhere. If I was driving and looked to the car next to me, he was the driver.
If I ordered something from Starbucks, he was the associate taking my drink order.
If I was in a crowded part of the city, I could spot one or two of him in the crowd’s faced alone.
Soon, my shock turned to indifference. Why should I be afraid of this strange man? Why should I give a fuck?
I began documenting him and taking pictures. I have a remarkable image showing his face 5 times in one single day...where in one day he was a Starbucks barista, a target cashier, the guy behind me in a car, a face in the crowd, and a news reporter on TV.
All. The. Same. Man.
I believe he is an alien. I believe he took my toothbrush and hairbrush when I was 11. I believe he is using me for a human guinea pig. I think he wants me to know he is watching.
Submitted August 10, 2019 at 10:46PM by margebeannesacke https://ift.tt/2MiRRaL
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