For the longest time I was contemplating posting this story. Mostly because of fear.
Fear is something I feel I have great control of. But in this situation I feel helpless, it's a deep-rooted fear and I need to tell others so that I can get it off my chest.
First of all, I want to thank this site and the people who run it. Without it I would not of been able to discover myself as I have. It is so comforting to know that so many people are in the same boat as I am.
A few weeks ago I was sitting at the computer when my boyfriend called me from Chicago. He was there on a business trip. We were talking when I felt a tug on my mind, telling me to go outside. It was around 10:30 pm so it was dark. The only street lamp on my street flickers a lot and sometimes it completely goes out.
When I got outside, immediately I saw the street lamp go out and as I looked up an orb of bright gold light flashed from its spot directly in front of me about 20 feet away. It took off at an amazing speed towards the ground and disappeared. It had such an effect on me that I lost my breath and dropped the phone.
Somehow I knew that it was alien. And that they were telling me that they were there, and to not give up hope.
About a year ago I became really interested in the Angiant Astronaut Theory. Since then I have done a lot of studying and came to the personal conclusion that all this time we have been watched over by a species of higher intel.
After I regained some of my composure I picked up the phone and stuttered as I tried to tell my boyfriend what had happened. As I was explaining I saw something that has forever changed my life.
A space craft that was six-sided and had lights at each point slowly flew over my house skimming the top of the tree in my front yard. It was moving too slowly to make sense. Nothing as far as I know is able to do what it did. I looked up into it and lost all feeling.
For a short time after I saw many of the same space craft pop into existence and sly off in one direction of another. At one point I counted six at a time. I was telling my boyfriend everything I saw as I saw it. Eventually, everything had stopped and there were no more space craft. I went inside and looked at the clock and my heart dropped. 11:11.
This number has been a great mystery to me and many others. I have always pondered on its true meaning. But when I came inside to see that, their was no doubt in my mind that something extraordinary happened to me that night.
I knew that this was the only sight I felt comfortable enough to post this and I couldn't keep it to myself anymore.