inb4 TLDR I grew up in South Africa. I lived in a small town where most of the people work in a massive power plant called Sasol. My very earliest memories (in life) are scattered around the age of 5 or 6, a few things here and there I somehow remember and then they start to form a followable time line around the age of 8 or 9, but I've always had these four very clear very deep memories that have always been there.
The earliest one (with no context before or after) is me standing next to a grey gravel road, trees in the distance to my right, road on my left. A being stumbles off the road and is instantly standing in front of me, it's very tall and I remember it getting very close to me and throwing up on me and it gets in my mouth. That's it.
The next one, and the one that is the clearest. My elementary school had two sports fields, A field at the top and then past all the classes and down a hill and past the school hall was B field at the back gate if the school. At the very furthest corner of A field is a bar where the parents would sit and watch sports, The Rugby Club. The distance from the rugby club to the B field is at least 500/600 meters.
The Rugby Club was open even when there wasn't sports and some of the Dad's would be drinking with the Dad teachers, this night my Dad had brought me with. I remember it well because a friend of mine was there, it was the first time I had ever been to the school when it was closed so him and I had moved from the playground to running around the classrooms and the hallways and shit until it started getting dark. We went all the way down to the B field and I remember getting panicky because it was dark and dangerous. I was 6. My friend jumps the back gate at B field and said he would walk home (he lived literally across the road) and I was fuckin stuck all the way at the other side of the school and it was getting very dark. As soon as he was over the gate I start running as fast as I can to get back to my Dad. I get through the hallways and up past the classes and in front of me is the cement quad behind a grandstand, I'm still about 100 meters away from A field. Standing in the middle of the quad is a tall being, it's skin is dark, like a navy blue, almost black. To its left is two small rounded triangular "tents" (my brain has always remembered them as little tents)
I remember looking down at my feet and I could feel static in the air, the taste of static electricity, like a warm metallic taste and buzzing in my head. I open and close my hands as hard as I can (what I would do to escape bad dreams) and I look up and either they're closer or more likely I'm much closer, it's right in front of me now but the being is to my left and the tents to my right. I'm pushed towards it and inside the tent there are two white men, adults, sitting cross-legged inside, but they're sick. Very sick, they have sores on their faces and arms and their lips are all fucked up and you can see how sick they are. Both of them are just holding out their arms towards me but swaying up and down coz they can't keep their arms up for long enough. I remember saying "no you're sick, no you're sick" I'm standing there and I'm so terrified I'm trying to speak but I'm just making a constant monotonous "mmmm".That's all I remember. I don't remember getting home. I don't remember anything else.
The next one, I remember my parents leaving the house and leaving me with my cousin for the night, and the very next memory is me being pulled out diagonally out my window and above my house and I can see my house below me, we must have only been about 20 or 30 meters up. I'm standing with my back against a baby blue wall and the floor is silver. There's a being to my right but I can only sense it, I'm in a room with a tall ceiling and a hip high sort of kitchen counter along the wall, that's when I notice a very old man sitting cross-legged and arms out in front of me and immediately I knew what was happening. (As a grown up now I can tell you this old man had cerebral palsy and probably autism, making strange noises and movements with his head and his arms) He's trying to grab me and I'm trying to move away and I "heard" a very clear question in my head "why don't you want to touch him" and I say out loud "because there is something wrong with him" and then big bold letters reading "mentally disabled" appear sort of, on him or around him or my mind linked the words to him or something.
The last one. Ever since I was small I have been deeply scared of looking out the window at night. I kind of told myself the idea of everything being dark and there just being this big empty sky above me was scary to me, but deep down I remember the reason I don't look outside, no context, no details all I remember was walking into the kitchen one night and there was a being standing in the window. His face was pressed against the glass and it was white, but like, sort of how a stingrays face looks, no features only eyes and a mouth. All I remember is pissing myself and I remember my mom cleaning the floor.
Anyway. Very long post but I've been telling myself I need to post this at some point because it's been on my mind a lot these last few weeks.
Skip forward 20 years and at the age of 25 I had many many UFO sightings in 2015 and even a daytime video I'll post soon and talk about.
Submitted March 02, 2018 at 06:06PM by whipperwil http://ift.tt/2FklILK
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