In February 1980, right after I had turned 25 years old, I started reading a book which (I believe) was “Alien Agenda”, written by Clifford Wilson (published 1975), that talked about “aliens”, UFOs, and “alien abductions”.

In this book I read about UFOs, aliens and alien abductions for the first time, and it was then that I remembered an event that happened to me when I was 12 years old.

In the early morning hours of July 23rd, 1967, when I was twelve years old, at about two-thirty in the morning, I was laying in my bed at my parent’s house, wide awake and trying to fall asleep. I was in a room we called “the back bedroom”, which was a large room my dad had added on to the house when I was born, (about seventeen feet wide and eleven feet deep. I have four older brothers.)

My next two older brothers were asleep in the room with me. The headboard of my bed was up against the back wall of the house, and the headboard was an open framed wooden construction. The walls of this room were paneled inside with cedar panels up to the ceiling, and the walls outside were shingled with cedar shakes. (As you will realize later, the cedar panels and shingles are important because they allowed an “energy beam” to pass through them.)

As I lay there trying to go to sleep I heard a “sound” approach the back outside of the house. I will say, to me it sounded like the classic sound of a “UFO” (flying saucer) from so many science fiction movies, but the specific sound I heard was much more “real”, and haunting. It sounded like it was near ground level, just outside the wall of my house near where my head was at.

It was summer and we did not have air conditioning back then, so I have no doubt all five windows of the room were as wide open as they could go, venetian blinds pulled up and curtains wide open. I had a three foot wide by five foot tall double hung window on either side of my bed, the bottom part wide open but with a screen in the window.

As I lay there, scared to death of the noise I was hearing, I started to feel a “fuzzy” vibration start up in the top of my head. The vibration was not a sound, it was a mechanical feeling as if my head was touching something that was vibrating. The feeling was mild at first but was growing as I lay there. It only took perhaps ten of fifteen seconds before the vibrations began to spread throughout my entire body. At this point I recognized the vibrations as some form of electric shock that was paralyzing my muscles. (I will explain in a minute how I knew about electric shocks paralyzing muscles.)

I tried as hard as I could for a full minute or two to get up off that bed, but no matter how hard I tried I could not move. Now you need to know that I was a very strong twelve year old. I spent all summer, every summer , running, jumping, climbing trees and anything else I could climb, and swimming in our pool. I spent the rest of the year doing lots of these things as well. Especially climbing. I loved to climb. I was the strongest little kid I knew in our Neiborhood, but I could not budge off that bed.

I knew what a UFO/flying saucer was supposed to sound like because I grew up watching “Science Fiction Theater”, as well as “The Outer Limits”, “The Twilight Zone”, and “Monster Theater”. A skeptic might say that I simply hallucinated and dreamed these noises and paralysis into my mind from memories of watching these old T V shows. But I wasn’t a kid who was prone to any hallucinations. I was wide awake when these events started and I had excellent hearing and a very good sense of the mechanical world around me.

There’s more that I could tell you about this story at twelve years old, but I’ll wait, because this story gets even better. But first, let me explain how I knew what an electric shock felt like when I was twelve years old.

From as early as I can remember my parents used to take us kids to the lake each summer. There were several forms of entertainment for the beach guests, and one of them was a penny arcade area, with pinball machines, and other electric machines you could play for a penny, nickel or dime. One of the machines was an “arm wrestling machine”. You put your penny in then grabbed hold of a metal arm to see if you could move it all the way over to the other side position. But the further you moved the arm over to the other side the greater the electric current it sent through your arm, paralyzing the arm muscles with an electric shock. It was impossible to move the arm all the way over, And once you experience an electric shock in your muscles like that, you never forget it.

So, on the early morning of July 23rd, when I was twelve years old, after about a minute or so of trying to get off the bed, the electric shock simply vanished. No more shock, and I don’t even remember if I heard the flying saucer noise move away from the house, or if it was simply gone. (Considering my “thought injection” theory, all of this MAY HAVE been caused using whatever “thought injection” method the A G have. There is no way for me to now,)

I never told anyone about what had happened. Not my brothers, not mom and dad, not even my closest friend. I just kept it to myself. (Which now seems odd.) Summer passed and winter came and went. I entered seventh grade and joined the wrestling team. Another school year gone and another summer came and went. I started to forget it had ever happened. My social life picked up in high school. I had lots of activities and went to lots of parties. I forgot all about the strange early morning visit with the odd noise and paralysis.

I went to college and earned a Biology degree. I graduated college and became an Electrician, (earning much more money than a Biology lab technician). I got married, got a job in the electrical equipment industry, and had my first child. Strange noises and muscle paralysis were the furthest things from my mind.

On September 21st of 1997, (the Fall Equinox), when my son was two years old and I was thirty-seven years old, my wife had decided to sleep in another bedroom because she was very tired and not feeling well, and I was a loud snorer. At around two-twenty in the morning I was laying wide awake in my bed – again with an open wooden headboard up against the back wall of the house – a large, side by side, double hung window was in the wall behind the bed, (two windows side-by-side). I was not expecting my twelve year old event to happen again!

I heard a noise that at first I thought was a distant siren or ambulance. But as I listened to it I realized that I had heard that sound before, when I was twelve years old. It is such a distinct sound, (which I will soon describe to you), that you could never forget it. I do not know why I did not try to get up off the bed the instant I heard it, but I just laid there. I felt enormous fear.

I would guess that from the moment I heard this sound until it reached the back of the house was maybe five seconds. The bedroom windows were closed. (It was September and may have been cold outside? Or we could have had the air conditioner on. I do not know or remember.) The fuzzy vibration feeling started in my head and quickly moved into the rest of my body. I tried to get up off the bed but the thing I noticed right away was how much weaker I was overall and in general, compared to back when I was twelve years old. This was a thing related to having “grown old”. My energy level was only about one-third of what it had been when I was twelve. I was amazed at how much weaker I was.

I raised my right hand up to place it at what I perceived was going to be the right hand of an alien being, but there was no being there, nothing that I could see in any case. The paralysis lasted about half a minute and then was gone. I heard the noise leave the back of the house quickly. I got out of bed and walked down my hallway and started crying. My wife heard me and came out to ask what was the matter. I told her the aliens had returned again, like when I was twelve years old. She said it was just a bad dream and went back to bed. It took me the rest of the night to settle down and I had a slight headache the next day at work. All and all I still did not know what these two events were about.

The house we lived in when I was thirty-seven years old was a split level house with our master bedroom on the upper floor. The window to our master bedroom was a double window with a foot wide strip of wall framing running up between the two windows. In the middle of the next summer when I was looking around outside my house I noticed that the framing board running horizontal below this window (where there was about a foot of overhang of the upper house over the lower), had some dry rot at it’s mid-section. I removed this outer board to find that the inside framing board had some dry rot on it as well. Suddenly, seeing where this dry rot was located, I went inside into the master bedroom and looked at the drywall on the back side of the headboard, on the wall at at the back of the bed where my head had been that night.

About a quarter sized piece of drywall was crumbling there, as if it had been heated by some energy beam. It was directly in line with the dry rot in the wood outside and with where my head had been on my second paralysis night in September, as if some sort of energy beam or maybe a microwave beam had come through the wall.