Alien Abduction Stories

I was laid in bed one night when I heard a loud bang on my bedroom door, I assumed it was my son or daughter messing about, so I shouted, “Get back to bed!” But then suddenly a very loud thud came upon the door. At this point I was beginning to get a little scared. I asked if it was my kids but there was no reply, so I slowly put the quilt over my head too scared to move. Then I heard the door handle beginning to move slowly and I sunk in my bed hoping whatever or whoever was trying to get in my room would not see me, but it did! I heard the footsteps of it coming towards me. I gasped and silently screamed. It did not speak. It stopped and it sounded as if it stopped right beside my bed. I heard nothing else for around a minute, then the same. My bedroom door slammed. I intensely lifted the cover from my head. That was when I realised it had not left my room, it was still stood there watching me. It grabbed my arm with a firm grip and then he took me in a split second to somewhere I’d never been before. I was terrified. It looked just like you and me but with an extremely white complexion, almost of that of a ghost, but it wasn’t a ghost it wasn’t a human, it was more of an alien. If it was an alien, it was not as we would think of one today, it didn’t have green skin, four eyes and tentacles, but even though it didn’t look very scary, it was just thinking of it and the trauma it has caused me, sends a shiver down my spine. To this day I still don’t know where it took me, but I do know I do not wish for it to take me again. I do not wish for it to take anyone. I now go to therapy and hypnosis to get over my alien abduction, but nothing will help me to forget the terror. I have only told a few people of my encounter and I doubt they believed me, but my therapist told me announcing it on a site like this would help. Whether you believe me about my abduction is up to you.

(Sent in by Megan)

It was late, I’d say around 3 am.

I live on a ranch, in southern Texas. I was up in my barn finishing some work that had to be done, I hadn’t realized the time. As I finished up the work, I noticed a few bright lights on the horizon, I was very optimistic and frightened to see them, and I didn’t know what they were. Suddenly I was hit with a very bright light, I blacked out then. I awoke to a chilly hard surface. I was able to have full control of my body, but not for long, I was flashed with a blue light, and froze to the hard surface, I then saw a being, it was not a grey alien, more of a humanoid, it looked very much like a human, although it did have differences, as its forehead was much larger then ours. I was taken to some small room, with wires that glowed. A smaller being came into the room and looked me over, there was some sort of talk between the two beings, the small being came back to me and touched my face, my stomach, and my calves. I was then pricked with a very sharp shiny object, where some of my blood was taken, not much, but a small sample. They then heated the wound with a small red laser, healing it very fast. I was then flashed with the same blue light that had froze me to the hard surface. When the flash went away, I was blinded by the sun. I had woken up in one of my fields, I walked back to my house, I had a small burn where the laser had zapped my arm. Doctors said it wasn’t anything more then a bruise.

(Sent in by Eric)

“I’m going to be late for class!” She yelled accidentally. In her haste she had slipped on the greasy kitchen floor. Metal bowls and spoons tumbled to the ground.

“Chelsea, look at all these tables,” Mickey Valdez gestured with a blackened spatula while glaring at the mess on the floor. “What am I supposed to do, kick them all out?” Mick was a big guy, tall and when it came to the waist… he was a cook after all. His dark face was covered in grease and sweat from the hot kitchen.

In contrast Chelsea Roberts was short and blonde. But Chelsea was definitely not one of those blondes-have-more-fun girls at all. She was smart and she worked hard. A full time student at NMU and a full time waitress for Mick’s family owned burger shop. She exhaled knowing he was right. “I know, I know, I’ve just been so busy with school lately and the final is next week. What will I do if I’m late?”
Mick looked at her knowingly, “Look, just help me take care of these customers and I’ll do the dishes and close without you.“

Ah Mickey you’ll be up all night with this mess,” she said with a half smirk at the sinks while she grabbed two plates and headed out the kitchen door.

“That’s alright, you can make it up to me Friday night.” He yelled out the kitchen window, “Not like you’ll have any dates anyway!” She never did.

An hour later, Chelsea was out the door and unlocking her red Honda Civic.

“Nine twenty! I’m leaving after nine on a Wednesday! What got into all those customers?”

She started down the road toward the school and realized she was going the wrong way. Tonight was her astronomy lab, and the class was going to meet at the school, and then carpool to a spot in the desert where they were going to do the lab. She would have to drive there on her own. She turned up the radio and drove towards the desert. Before long she was out of town and the only lights were her head lights and the stars.

“Was that a shooting star?” She had seen a flash. It was huge. “I bet I could wish my way out of New Mexico on a star like that.” She laughed and looked back to the road. Not that New Mexico was bad per say. But what did she have here? Her mom had been a single mother, and she had died of cancer seven years ago. Mickey was the only real friend she’d had after that. She started working for Mick when she was in high school, back when the place was full of waitresses. When things started to get slow and he’d had to let the staff go, he kept her on for four years. Now she was paying her way through college as best she could in hopes that she could do something better with her life.

There was another streak of light, waking her from a daze. “I need to get more sleep,” she said yawning and correcting back to the right side of the road. Ten minutes later she was falling asleep again, her eyes barely awake. Instantly something massive crashed into the road. Chelsea turned off the road into the desert, panicked. “What the hell?!”

She leaped out of her car and ran to the thing in the middle of the road. She had no idea what to call it. It was too dark to see, but she could tell it was big. Right in front of her a light came off of it, the brightest she had ever seen, getting bigger. “Is that a door?”

Out of the door came a man, a tall man, with the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen. She gasped in awe and confusion. “Chelsea Robertson, from New Mexico.”

Chelsea began to walk backwards, terrified. She tripped and fell almost to her back but something stopped her fall. It was the man. “Chelsea Roberts, my name is Ayden.”
“Who?” She stared, meaning to say who or what are you but she was too shocked to speak further.

“I am from a place far, far away Chelsea Roberts. I have come to find a human, and I have found you. I’d like you to come with me, if you are willing.” She was startled at first, but he made her feel at ease. Chelsea looked up at his calm face and remembered the falling star. “I guess I am getting out of New Mexico,” she said and smiled.

This took place in August of 1985. Please understand that while memory fades the event intrigued me enough at the time to jot down notes immediately after. Thus the following, while not a transcript in the true sense is the most accurate synopsis I can come up with.

I met xxypp at the small bar down the road from my house. I KNOW what you are thinking, but I can guarantee that I was a paragon of sobriety having only consumed 11 or 12 tequila shooters and 6 or so beers. The exchange / encounter went as follows:

Me: This is weird. You are like an alien from outer space – not some country I haven’t herd of?

Xxypp (hence forth called “HM”) That is correct earth creature.

Me: Cool so I don’t have to hate you for any political reasons, sweet!

HM: I do not understand…

Me: no worries – may I ask you questions?

HM: I know all Earth languages, ask what you will.

Me: Why are you here, and why did you pick ME to contact?

HM: You? One of my associates saw your photo on a bulletin at your Human “Post Office”. You must be very important. It said “most wanted”. Obviously you are most beloved by your kind…

Me: Thank you – and you are correct, but why are you here and why me?

HM: Our race has stagnated and of all the peoples in the know Universe, your kind is compatible for genetic sharing, so we –

Me: Whoa! You mean the “Happity Humpity?” The Sizzlin slide – o – rama? The –

HM: I do not understand these terms. We wish to mate.

Me: No offense, but you’re pretty gross. All gray, black eyes – and by the way are you male or female? Cause I only swing one way…

HM: We can be what ever one wishes – you’ve seen Johnny Depp, Kim Kardashian, Pame –

Me: Oh C’mon now! That is SO crazy! If your kind can be so hot – why do you probe hicks in the boonies? I mean, c’mon!
HM: Probe? Oh! Yes! They were asking for it.

Me: Asking for it?

HM: Well they were all so pretty…

Me: Stop right there. Your kind has infiltrated Holly Wood, created a standard for human beauty that is all but impossible for most humans to attain but prefer over weight, gapped toothed un educated – whatever to mate with?!

HM: Well yes. We use our disguises to attract those we wish. Your kind does it as well, I believe they say one who is in to “bad things”?

Me: Great. Thanks. You are galactic perverts and we are sleeping cattle. Forget I asked. Since you have already grossed me out, what is the deal with the whole probing thing?

HM: I believe we covered that…

Me: No, I mean specifically leaving electronics inside a person after an encounter…

HM: Oh! You mean a phone.

Me: A phone?

HM: Of course, what better way to get a second date? I wonder why they never call back? Your kind is so rude.

I had heard enough. The big questions were answered, and feeling a little sickened and needing a shower I released the alien, vowing never to abduct another.

I’ll never forget that fateful night.
We were out for a drive, the starts were bright;
When all of a sudden our Chevy died,
But it kept rolling so we pulled to the side.

Steve got out and opened the hood.
He found nothing wrong. All was good;
So he buttoned it up and stood up straight.
It now was clear we would be out late.

He stood there wondering what to do,
Then was enveloped in a light that was whitish blue.
It was brighter than the sun that comes up at dawn.
The light disappeared and Steve was gone!

All that was happening was so surreal,
But I pulled myself together and slid behind the wheel.
The car started up the first time I tried.
You’d never know it even had died.

I drove myself home and went right to bed,
But scary images kept filling my head.
Haunting shadows and voices too;
I tossed and turned the whole night through.

The morning came and I didn’t feel well,
But the story of Steve I had to tell.
Should I call the police or the CIA?
Would they believe that a light took Steve away?

I thought they wouldn’t. Then I wondered why
I hadn’t thought of it sooner; a private eye!
He might not believe either, but what is great
Either way he would investigate!

So I grabbed a phone book and flipped to the P’s
And found an investigator with relative ease.
On the phone I asked if we could meet soon.
He said he had an opening that afternoon.

The meeting went well. He took the case.
He said he would start by checking out our place.
He came home with me and started looking around,
And asking me about the things he found.

Like the tarot cards and Ouija board
And the books on the occult that we had stored.
I told him those things were not an obsession;
Just a few things we had in our possession.

He also saw our books on UFO’s.
I’ll have to admit we had quite a few of those.
The private eye turned to me and said with a sigh,
“You know, Ma’am, I’m not sure I’m your guy.

This is out of my league. At the very least,
I think it would be better if you called a Priest.”
I offered him his fee but he said, “That’s okay.”
So we said our goodbyes and he was on his way.

Since the Catholic church is not my style,
I sat and thought about it for awhile.
I remembered a church I attended as a girl,
And decided I might as well give them a whirl.

The preacher was in. I got him on the phone.
He said he would be happy to come to my home.
He came to the door, a distinguished minister,
He took one look around and said, “This is downright sinister.”

He explained the UFO, occult connection
As he gestured to our huge occult book collection.
“Aliens are dangerous and if the truth were told,
You don’t understand the dark power they hold.”

“They are not of this world” and he was quick to mention.
“ Aliens aren’t from other planets but from another dimension.”
He continued to explain quoting reliable sources
That most close encounters are demonic forces.

We bowed our heads and proceeded to pray,
And Steve showed up the very next day.
Some farmers found him in a field of corn.
His shoes were missing and his clothes were torn.

He was noticeably shaken and his hair was white.
It was very apparent he’d had quite a fright.
The farmers brought him home and except for his hair
He didn’t seem to me worse for the wear.

We sat down on the couch and he began to expound
On all that had happened until he was found.
It was a hair raising story of that there’s no doubt.
I was happy to listen while he let it all out.

When Steve finished I explained about my meeting with the pastor
And how he had told me we were heading for disaster.
I told him of the connection between the occult and his abduction,
And that if we didn’t change our ways it would mean our destruction.

All the occult stuff got thrown in the fire pit,
And we burned it all up, every bit.
All that stuff we were into was the source of our woes.
We will do no more reading about UFO’s!

When I was six years old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and feeling a very strong presence beside my bed.  Now, I was one of those children who did not mistake dreams for reality.  I’ve never had a problem determining which is which, so no, I was not simply dreaming.  Anyway, when I rolled over there was this being which I can only describe as certainly not being human, but had an air of intense wisdom about it.  For whatever reason, I felt no fear whatsoever.

My eyes when from the beings face down to a silver box that was about the size of a shoebox.  I have no idea what was in it, but I felt that it was very important.  At this point, the being, without saying an audible word, told me to roll over and go back to sleep.  At this point, I still felt no fear whatsoever and did exactly what I was told.  However, before I fell asleep, I felt that I was floating off somewhere.  I don’t remember a single thing after that but I know in my heart that I was abducted by aliens.  The picture below is sort of what I saw, but even it isn’t quite right.  The eyes were definitely different and the nose is all wrong.

I didn’t tell anyone about this until I was an adult.  I mentioned in to my parents and sister but they of course laughed it off.  My abduction was in no way a traumatic experience nor do I feel that it was in anyway negative or that anything bad was done to me.  I have no idea why I was abducted, but I haven’t experienced anything like that since.

I know many people were very affected by their experience.  I personally have had no adverse affects.  It is simply a memory I have and a very interesting one at that.  I hold no fear nor resentment in my heart, just a little passing curiosity on occasion.  I felt that the alien that took me was very peaceful and there were no ill intentions whatsoever.