Secret life: firsthand accounts of UFO abductions (10 page)

I see.

They must be strong because, well, James is not real big, but he’s bigger than they are. There are six of them. One has me, two have James, and I don’t know what happened to the other three. I think there were six of them. Maybe they were staying with my friends.

What are your friends doing at this time?

They’re frozen. Freddy has the bottle in his hand, kind of resting in the gravel. Freddy has his mouth open. Kathy is looking down at the ground. June is looking at her car. Where’s Barry? I don’t know where Barry is.

You don’t see Barry sitting there?

No. I don’t know what happened to him. I don’t see him at all. But, anyway, we walk down the road. James was in front with the other two, and I was in back, walking along. We walk kind of down the road a little bit, and off into the woods again, to the left. We kind of walk deep back into the woods.

And they’re still sort of carrying James?

They’re just dragging him along. He just really looks bad, and I’m really worried about him.

They’re dragging him… ?

He’ll get a foot down, and then his knee will sag, and then he’ll put another foot down, and his knee sags again. It sounds like he’s making retching noises.

I see. So they’re not dragging him and his heels are scraping along, it’s more the tops of his shoes, or something?

Mm-hmm. He’s kind of moaning….

Do they seem to have much trouble with James? I mean, is it easy for them to… ?

No, it looks like it’s a pain for them. I don’t know why they don’t float us, but they’re not. They took us deep back into those woods; it’s pretty creepy back there. And there was a craft, it’s kind of like a bubble with a hatch, and it’s really not terribly big. It’s not a saucer anyway, it’s a bubble. It’s kind of black.

Is there any light emanating from it? In other words, I guess what I’m asking is how you can see it if you’re outside and it’s black.

There’s some light inside. There’s like windows, a whole little row of windows around the top, and we walked in the little… It wasn’t much of a ramp, just like a little walkway inside it.

Is James still there?

They got him in first. They took me into the first room on the right, and he went along down further. It’s like next door in another room.

(Patti Layne, 21, 1984)

Although it is uncommon, individuals who happen to be near an abductee will also be taken in an “opportunistic abduction.” When Patti was fifteen years old, she and about eight other students were on an overnight camping trip as part of a high school club. At night they decided to go “skinny dipping” in a nearby reservoir. As they approached the reservoir, they saw a strange light in the sky. Suddenly the light was shining on them and all of the students were lifted off the ground and taken on board a UFO.

Abductions can occur when a person is alone in the middle of the day. For instance, nine-year-old Jill Pinzarro was returning home after checking out several books from the library. They were in the basket of her bicycle and she was reading one of them on the handlebars as she walked alongside her bike. She cut through a park to go to her house about a mile away.

Do you decide to go through the park that day?

Yeah, I always go through the park. I don’t know another way to go. It’s overcast. It’s about, it must be about four o’clock because I think I have to be home about five o’clock for dinner.

And you go into the park, and you start walking, and what happens then?

It’s troublesome to walk and read, and push the bike. So I stop at a bench near the statues…. I put the books on the bench because the bike won’t stand up with the books in the basket. I guess I don’t want to go home because then I’d have to stop reading to do stuff, get ready for dinner, I don’t know. I don’t really know why, maybe I just want to read the book. It might be a Lucky Star book.

Are you still on the bench?

Yes.

Do you continue to read then?

Yes.

What happens next?

I go to the trees. I don’t know why. But it’s, I’m just there at the trees. I don’t know where the books or the bike is.

Is the stand of trees dense, or is it just a few trees?

It’s a lot of trees, not a forest. But I’m at the edge of the trees. Something is, there’s something there in the trees. I’m being brought to the trees.

You’re being led to the trees, or carried to the trees, or walked to the trees?

I feel as if I’m walking, but I feel as if I’m standing there and looking and there’s someone at my elbow. And I don’t want to —it’s not that I’m apprehensive. I don’t feel as if I can resist… I think that there’s something that’s making me come, not that anybody is there. It feels like there’s somebody right behind me, or beside me, but I don’t think there is. It’s just as if I were being brought there.

[Then Jill remembered what was there.]

There’s something that’s lit up, or glowing. And that’s what I don’t like about it. There shouldn’t be…

Is this the outside of something, or the inside of something, or… ?

It’s the outside. It’s not a bright light, it’s glowing. But there shouldn’t be a glow in there. There’s something over, I’ve walked up to something. I’m under something. All right, I climb up something metal, ladder-type thing…. Now it’s dark, when I come close to it, it got dark.

(Jill Pinzarro, 9, 1958)

Jill climbed up the ladder and entered into the object.

The actual entrance into the craft may be difficult to remember. The abductee may be extremely frightened; often she is confused, dazed,
and nauseated, and her vision is impaired. It is difficult for her to orient herself. Furthermore, her entrance procedures may vary according to the size of the craft that she is brought into. Abductees describe UFOs that range in size from thirty-five to hundreds of feet in diameter. In smaller and medium-sized craft the abductee usually enters directly into an examining room, but, for reasons that are unclear, in larger craft she is almost always brought into an entrance room. There she either lies on a table or stands up. In neither case is she able to move, but she reports feeling “tingly” and that something “physical” is happening to her. Sometimes there are machines around the wall, and she might find herself surrounded by a gray “mist” or “fog.” The Beings who have accompanied her during transport stand around and watch her. After a short while, a Being comes over to her. He helps her take off her clothes and leaves them there. He puts his hand on her elbow or her wrist and guides her down a hall toward the examination room.

On rare occasions, the abductee might also have to stay in a waiting room until a table in the main examining room becomes free for her to lie on. In these cases, she is brought from the entrance room into a narrow, curved waiting area with benches in arched indentations in the wall. This happened to Karen Morgan in 1981. Karen is the sister of Janet Demerest and a businesswoman who owns her own public relations firm. When she was thirty-eight years old, she wrote to me saying that she “had an experience” that might be related to my research. I interviewed her and eventually we had more than twenty hypnosis sessions together. The strength of Karen’s personality allowed her to resist whatever happened to her during her abductions, and she was extraordinarily articulate in describing her experiences. In one abduction episode, she was strapped into a bench in a curved area while she waited. She saw other people sitting in alcoves near her, including a red-haired woman.

Are these alcoves sort of real close together, or are they spread apart?

Well, they’re apart. What I see is here’s me, and here’s someone else, and here’s someone else, and here’s someone else. [Gestures with her hand.]

So they’re across from you?

Uh-huh, but I can’t see them. I can just see their bodies. I can’t see their faces.

Are these men or women?

There’s a man across from me. I don’t know about the other two. He’s wearing heavy work jeans and boots, and I think a flannel checkered shirt. It’s not flannel, it’s a cotton checkered shirt. It looks like what you think flannel shirts look like. He’s “out of it,” I think….

I see.

I’m just sitting there, thinking, trying to get my thoughts, trying to get ahold of my thoughts.

You can sit, though, as opposed to falling forward?

I think they strap you in. I don’t know why I think that, but I do. They do, I’m pretty sure they do.

So is your back up against something, or… ?

A smooth surface.

Are you sitting on wood, or metal, or plastic?

The closest it is, is plastic. It’s some synthetic, I think. It’s not wood. It’s very smooth. I’m not very conscious of everything, though, because there’s no… but it looks smooth. I’m trying so hard to get ahold of my thoughts. I’m telling myself not to panic. I’m thinking, “Don’t panic. Don’t panic because you’ve been through this before. This isn’t a dream, this is really happening. Look around, look around. Figure out what’s going on.” So I do.

Are you able to look around now?

I’m trying to stay calm…. And then I see he has very thick, brown wavy hair. He’s young, in his twenties. He’s slumped, like that.

Are his eyes closed?

No, it’s horrifying. They’re wide open.

Is he looking around, or… ?

He’s staring, he’s gone. Okay, then next to him, it’s hard to see. Somebody with short hair, I think it’s a woman. Short red hair, much redder than mine. A very petite woman wearing pajamas.

Is she young, or… ?

Early thirties. I can’t see to the immediate right of me because of the way the alcove is. I can only see the legs of the person. I’m trying to think, I’m confused now. I think this person is wearing sandals and has nothing on, a woman, her legs. So there’s three women [including me], and one man…

Do you make eye contact with [one of the women]?

Yes, I do. Oh, she’s so frightened. Her eyes are just pleading. She’s scared.… She’s terrified, she’s just terrified. Oh, that’s so sad. It’s awful to see someone that scared…. Maybe I look that scared too, though…. But I’m not as scared as she is.

While she sat waiting to be taken into the examination room, two aliens came and took off her clothes. Now it was time to go into the main room.

You know what, they don’t come for us one by one this time. They take us all together. It’s just like Auschwitz, just like Auschwitz.

How many Beings come in?

I can’t believe this. There’s eight, two for each person. I can’t believe this. I’m so mad. I’m so mad. It is just like being in a concentration camp. They come in and they just take you.

Do they unstrap you?

Yes. There are straps here, and here. They might even have them on your legs. I think they do.

Is that to sort of prevent you from falling over?

From getting up and running away, and smacking them, and fighting with them…

Now, does everybody sort of stand up when they [take off the straps]?

Well, the guy’s “gone.” He’s just sort of falling over.

Do they support him?

He’s big, and I don’t think that they can move him very well. He’s big. They use something to poke you with. Maybe it’s their arms, but maybe it’s not. I can’t see him now because they’ve got him around the corner. I don’t think they had an easy time with him. And then one puts his hand on my elbow, and I pull it and it feels like I want to pull it so hard, but it just comes out like I’m under water or something….

Do they sort of get you all real close together, or are you separated from each person?

This part is so hard to see. There’s like a measured distance. Six feet, eight feet.

Can you see the red-haired woman?

She’s going around that way. She’s very petite. I feel very sorry for her….

Are you first in line, or second, or third?

Last.

So even when you’re at the end you could be the first, closest to the big room. They turn you the other way so you wind up being last? I’m assuming that the redheaded woman was first?

Second, the man was first…. And they push me along. And I just tense my arms hard, to push them, to try to resist them. It just makes them go faster, they push more. I’m not going to look like all those people just going in order like that, though. I want to shake their arms off me, their hands off me.

(Karen Morgan, 32, 1981)

If the abductee has waited in an entrance room, it is now time to take her into the main examining room. The transport and entrance phases of the abduction experience are over.

These stories are characteristic of all the other aspects of abduction accounts, which are remarkably detailed and remarkably similar. The accounts display a predictable routine common to most abductions. The Beings have an agenda to carry out and, once the event begins, nothing can stop it.