I find it very difficult to write this down. Why, I do not know. I've only done it once in response to an email. But, I've had a few people ask me to tell my story. So at the risk of opening myself up to ridicule, here it is.
Back in the early 80's I was living with my second wife in a little town called Hughes Springs in East Texas. I had never heard anything about the Walton case, Betty & Barney Hill, anything of that nature. Now I used to watch a TV show back when I was a kid called "Project Bluebook". But to me, it was nothing more than a Sci-Fi show like the old Godzilla movies. Except it wasn't as good. So, I really didn't pay it no mind. After all, what was so special about lights in the sky when you had Godzilla? Basically, I hadn't heard anything about ufo's since I was a kid, nor even thought about it.
Anyway, my mother wanted us to go with her to some Church Revival by some "out of town" preacher that called himself the "underground preacher". So I said why not. My entire family was going, my 4 brothers, 2 sisters, their significant other's, their kids as well as my own. We took up an entire pew, plus half of another. After a solid 25 minutes of listening to instuctions on how to fill out the withdrawal slips conveniently placed on the backs of the pews that were valid at any bank in town, and listening to how important it was for us to help support their cause, and not seeing the person we had come to see, I decided enough was enough. I leaned foward and told my mother sitting half way down the pew from me that we were leaving. These guys were doing nothing more than pulling a scam. When I got up to leave, my entire family left with me.
On the way home I stopped to pick up my normal six-pack. Got to the house, had dinner, put the kids to bed, rolled up a joint and had a beer. Nothing unusual for me. About this time it was just before 11:00pm. Usually I would stay up and watch Johnny's monologue on the tonight show but, I was a little po'd over what happened earlier. Plus I felt a little guilty about my family walking out of a church revival because of me. Got in bed and just started dozing off when it suddenly felt as though someone picked me up by the back of my head and flipped me out of the bed head over heals. As I was flipping over I could see my wife sitting upright in bed, her arms were in a position as though someone was standing behind her trying to pick her up. Except she was absolutely still, no movement what-so-ever. There was no "blue light" filling up the room other than the normal moonlight from the window. At least that's what it seemed. My arms were pinned to my side and I was in a semi-fetal position. When I flipped over I thought I had landed on my back except the door knob to our bedroom was at my eye level. I could see everywhere I looked but I could not turn my head. I suddenly made a very quick 90 degree turn to my left and started going out of the door into the hallway. Still in the fetal position, another sharp 90 to the right and down the hall. There were no little grey beings, no tall white billowy creature, nothing. There was no one in the room. Yet I was being dragged, for lack of a better word, down the hallway toward the living room. There was no "floating sensation" as I've heard described. This was violent, very violent. It felt as though I was on some kind of roller conveyor except, it encompassed my entire body. Again, I could see no one. I had no control over what was happening. The movement was very rapid. By the time I could say anything I was half way down the hall. (Typical 3 bed 2 1/2 bath ranch style house) The only thing I could say was "Jesus" When I made it to the living room, I yelled Jesus again. Then I made another sharp 90 to the left and was looking toward what should have been the front door. There was nothing except what appeard to be the entrance to some kind of cave or something. Solid blackness. I thought that I had truly offended God and Satan had come to drag me off to Hell because of what happened earlier. Then I truly screamed for Jesus and at that moment I felt the sudden rush of some sort of drug. I had shot coke before (among other drugs) and that's what it felt like. I know longer do things like that and I strongly discourage people from hard drugs. But it's a part of my past and there is nothing I can do, other than try and teach people from my own mistakes. Then, I blacked out.
The next thing I know I felt as though someone had dropped me from a height of maybe 3 or 4 feet onto my bed. I jumped straight out of the bed and grabbed my 30-30 that I always kept right beside me. I was panicked and very dis-oriented. Levered a round in the chamber and headed out of the bedroom expecting to come across some intruder. I was ready to fire at anything that moved. Opened the door to my son's room and made a quick scan. He was safe. Stepped toward my daughter's room and I could not force myself to turn the door knob. Out of fear or what, I do not know. But I could not physically turn the knob. This sent me into defense mode and military training came rushing back in. I was sure there were intruders. I ran to toward the living room, scoped it, nothing there. Peaked out of the front window expecting to see someone running or something. There was nothing. Went back to my daughter's room and was able to open the door. She was safe. Now, I'm saying to myself, WTF just happened? I walked back to the living room and looked out the window again. It was getting light outside. Something certainly wasn't right about that. I broke down and cried like a 2 year old that just had his ice cream stolen by some bully. And then I cried for hours. I still don't know why.
Now the skeptics response? Acid flashback! no, actual trips aren't that intense or realistic. Sleep paralysis! no, that's something I suffer quite often. Usually just an arm, leg, sometimes both. Only twice have I suffered full body. Although it is quite scary to wake up and think you're paralysed, you don't get dragged through your house. Drunk! no, just one beer and I can drink most Irishmen under the table. High on pot! no, very little to no effect on me. At the most it'll make me want to play my guitar. Just a bad dream! no, i've had some very intense dreams both good and bad but, as soon as I wake up, I know it was just a dream. Simple minded, can't tell a dream from reality! Sorry wrong again, IQ 140+ (other testing required to get my actual, screw that!
So, you tell me. Was I abducted? Was it a bad dream? Did Satan come to claim my soul, I cried for Jesus, and he decided to give me a second chance? I really don't know what happened. But I do know, it was as real as talking to anyone face to face. It certainly was no dream. Or,..... am I just pulling your leg? You decide.
Boy,.....can't wait to see the response......may be a day or two before I can respond, I have a lot going on right now.
Oh btw, I forgot to tell you about the noise. It was as if there were a thousand people talking to me all at the same time.