I became interested in UFOs a few years ago after seeing strange flying objects in the sky above my home town of Wakefield, West Yorkshire. I discussed my sightings with a police officer friend, and he warned me that I would not be taken seriously if I reported it to the authorities. I was astonished when he also confided in me that he had been abducted by aliens, but was too afraid to talk openly of his experience.
I decided to do some research on the issue. I talked with more abductees, attended UFO conferences, read many books on the subject and trawled the Internet for more information. I was surprised how much I found. I had no idea where my investigations would lead, but I was totally unprepared for what I uncovered.
Sifting the genuine stories from the fake accounts was challenging. Unfortunately, this subject is often trivialised and ridiculed, and I know that some will believe ALL the accounts are phony, no matter how much compelling testimony and physical evidence can be found.
I was drawn to a series of accounts that followed the same theme. Balls of light were seen in the sky, followed by abduction to a strange place, where physical examinations were made on the abductees by alien beings. Some abductees mention a breeding programme of some kind between aliens and human beings. How can so many similar stories, from individuals around the world, be false?
The idea of a book began to take shape. I wanted to expose the facts that I had discovered, but my police officer friend had warned me that nobody would listen. So I wrote a fictional account, using details from my research. You can read the serialised excerpts from the story here.
Fact or fiction?
Urban myth or government cover-up?
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Chapter Eleven: Helen
The lights danced in her bedroom, just as they had in the sky. Helen watched from her bed, fascinated by the spectacle, only a little afraid at this point. From the safe vantage point of the future, the older Helen could afford the luxury of examining her emotions. She remembered the wonder and the awe she felt as she reached out to touch the balls of light bobbing around her bed. They swayed away from her touch reminding her of magnetic experiments she’d done at school. Her hand seemed to share the same polarity as the lights. She felt the opposing force push against her hand as the balls swung away from her.
Her fingers began to tingle, then her toes and the sensation quickly spread to the rest of her body. She thought she was being electrocuted slowly and a tiny seed of fear began to grow. She remembered trying to call out at this point but her throat seemed paralysed by the strange tingles.
The lights moved towards her and she was lifted as they manoeuvred beneath her. Then they enclosed her. Her vision was filled with light and as she closed her eyes against the fierce brightness, her mouth opened in a silent scream. She remained conscious, feeling every outside influence on her body.
Somehow she had been taken out of her bedroom. The coldness of the frosty air stung her skin. The sound of the wind filled her ears as she was pushed through the night sky. Fleetingly she opened her eyes to see land and houses far below but quickly closed them tight to shut out the fearful sight. Much later she opened her eyes again in time to see a much larger ball of white light below her, growing larger as she approached it. She glanced at her body, but quickly closed her eyes in fear. Her body was not there. She had become invisible. She looked out beyond the ball of light that enclosed her. Far below there were three lakes in a line between high, steep sided hills. More, identical balls of light bobbed in the air beneath her. She remembered thinking at the time, ‘I must be dead. This is what must happen when you die.’
The present day Helen smiled as she lie in bed, death would have been easier and so much simpler.
She was rushed through, pushed into, the larger ball of white light. The light was bigger than a house, but from her vantage point, she could not tell exactly how big, even when questioned by Mr Robertshaw. She had no reference points to compare it with. Even her body was missing. The smaller ball of light surrounding Helen dissolved, leaving her suspended within the larger brightness.
She felt warmth and moistness in the air and as she felt it, the tingling sensation in her body went away. She remembered holding out her arms, watching them appear slowly and anatomically. First the bones, then the soft tissue appeared, followed by the veins and arteries and finally the skin. At this point, her fear put the block in her mind. She had always remembered up to that moment. Janine would never discuss that part. Her mind had put up a protective barrier that blocked everything from that first sighting of the lights in her bedroom. Janine continued to insist that the details she could recall were fragments of a dream. Helen thought her sister was very lucky.
Now Helen remembered everything, although the sequence of events still seemed confusing. Mr Robertshaw was always very patient with her, allowing her time to cry and time to deal with the emotions, the anger, the fear and the helplessness.
She drifted in a sea of warm, multi-coloured pastel mist. Forces pushed against her, directing her, but she felt nothing touching her physically. She was lifted and placed on a cold surface. Her nightdress had been removed, she still could not remember how.
Helen paused in her chain of thought to push the block away. She wanted to see how her clothing was taken, but the image still evaded her. Now she had to make a shift in her conscious mind, a trick taught to her by Mr Robertshaw. To see through the mental block; to force the new path in her brain and to re-connect the memories; she had to approach them from a new direction. Here she took a sideways step off the path of memory. She brought to mind the image of the lights in her bedroom and the image of herself in the bed. She made herself aware of her nightdress and the feel of it on her skin. This memory had been overwhelmed by the sense of sight, as she had been totally absorbed by the lights at the time.
Using this simple method, she could recall almost every detail of the nightmare. Over the years, whenever she found herself unable to remember some detail, she resorted to this type of self-awareness, focusing on all of her senses, not only the dominant one at the time. She didn’t consider it cheating, when it helped her pass exams. Friends were impressed by her memory skills. She didn’t explain her method, as she would have had to explain how she knew about it.
The tingling overshadowed the feel of the fabric on her skin, she forced her mind to remember the sounds and the smells, but there was only a low hissing noise and a musty, sour smell. Again her mind was defeated. She still could not recall the removal of her nightdress. She was wearing it in bed, but not when she got her body back at the end of the journey inside the larger, white ball of light.
Helen placed her mind back on the cold surface, though preparing to distance herself from the reality of what happened to the younger Helen. It was the only way she could remember and stay sane.
She felt no physical restraints, but found she couldn’t move. Her eyelids were forced open, but again, by nothing physical. She stared into a small bright violet dot of light, unable even to move her eyeball to avoid the painful glare. The light grew even brighter then it discharged a piercing needle of pain to the back of her right eye. She felt her whole body convulse with the force of her reaction to the pain, but could do nothing to protect herself from it. Then it happened again to her left eye. This time she knew what to expect and her mind screamed a silent protest as her left eye was pierced by the cruel beam of light.
She was perspiring heavily and small pools of sweat gathered beneath her. She was mortified to realise that she had also involuntarily emptied her bladder. Glowing tubular structures appeared from above; dangling suspended from some unseen ceiling, they moved stealthily and began tentatively nosing around her. They reached into the pools of sweat and urine and began to noisily suck the fluid away.
Then a soft jelly-like tube, about six inches in length and an inch or so wide, emerged from the end of one of the sucking tubes and started to slide onto her chest. It stretched then slithered, leach-like up her neck, before crawling up into her right ear. It moved gently and it tickled as it stretched, making its body thinner to probe deeper. She felt it slip inside her ear, irritating unpleasantly close to her eardrum, making her squirm with revulsion, before it backed out. Slowly it wormed across her face, making little sucking noises as it moved. Dipping into her left ear, making her mind cringe in horror, it continued its examination.
It didn’t appear to be attached to anything and seemed to have a mind of its own. It continued to explore the contours of her face, feeling like a dry slug creeping across her skin. It entered her nostril, crawling up into the sinus cavity, causing excruciating pain as it elongated and stretched down the other nostril. Then it squashed back up to fill her sinuses before starting to descend her throat. Her nose started bleeding, warm blood ran down both sides of her face and the glowing tubes appeared again to suck the blood away.
The dry slug crawled a little way down her throat, making her retch. She felt it hesitate, then it crawled on. It must have stretched as thin as a hair as it continued down, judging by the spasmodic coughing reflexes that almost choked Helen, she thought it must have gone deep into her lungs. She next felt it when it crept back up her windpipe, almost suffocating her as it reached the back of her throat, then it descended again, this time into her stomach. She could feel the progress of the invader as her insides cramped. Her mind continued to scream and her silent sobs were only evident in the tears that mingled with the blood on her face. The tubes sucked even those away, leaving her with nothing. Her chest heaved with erratic breathing, her heart hammered heavily within her chest, but she remained paralysed and helpless against the horror.
Her abdomen cramped painfully and she felt her bowels contracting. The slug crawled out, pushing ahead of it her bowel contents, which were sucked up by the noisy, gurgling, ever present, glowing tubes. Helen felt sick with embarrassment and fear, but had no time to deal with that horror. The slug continued to probe. She felt her legs forced apart and the slug crawled over her most intimate parts, wriggling its way inside her. She wet herself again as it crawled into her bladder. Feeling totally ashamed and horrified by what was happening, her body began to shake. The tubes sucked away wetness and the slug continued its progress. She felt her tummy contract in a spasm not unlike a period pain, and then felt a more intense pain and she blacked out.
She couldn’t tell how long she had been there when she came to her senses. She was aware of others nearby. She heard erratic breathing. She could smell the unmistakable odour of excrement and urine. She knew she had not been alone in her ordeal and this knowledge fortified her. Others were suffering, others would know, would understand and would help to explain to the authorities. At that point, she couldn’t wait to tell her parents, to see them take some action, so they could make it all go away. She lay on the cold hard surface and wept and hoped it was finished.
The return journey was much the same, the lights returned, bobbing around her. Again she felt the tingling then the rush of movement as her body disappeared. The lights took her home, where she woke up falling down into her bed. Thank goodness she didn’t remember at first, her young, unprepared mind would not have survived the memory.
Helen paused in her mind trip. The memory was still vivid, still horrifying after all these years. She found herself shaking, hot tears escaping her eyes. She made herself get out of bed, movement emphasising reality, putting the past and the memories firmly in their place. For now, it was over, at least for herself. She could face the past, look at it, examine it and think about it. She could not, however, talk about it. Only one person could possibly hope to understand, but Janine did not wish to share the memories. Her sister was happy to leave her mind a welcome blank.
Since the death of the only other person to know and understand, she had been alone with the nightmare. Mr Robertshaw kept in touch through the years, even tried to put her in touch with others who had similar experiences. She went once to a meeting arranged by him, where twenty people sat around discussing spaceships, little grey men and taller cloaked figures. Some had the same experience as her, they didn’t admit to the same violations, but they shared the same memory of the misty place. She did not discuss her own ordeal, except to agree with some of the others’ statements but she listened sympathetically to some of the wilder stories.
She heard their theories about alien abductions and wondered if they were connected to her own experiences. The people she met that night seemed obsessed by space men and UFO’s. They showed each other scars, supposedly caused by minor operations performed on them by these aliens. They talked of implants, tracking devices and it was all alien to her. Nothing they talked of related to her own understanding of what happened to her. Or why it happened. She couldn’t share her deepest nightmares with these people. Not even Mr Robertshaw himself would understand completely. He didn’t know all of it.
He helped her remember, but she kept most of the memories to herself. Watching his face as she told of the horrors was almost more than she could bear. He cried with her as she told of the first night of violations. He even held her while she cried after telling of the second ordeal. But his face showed more than curiosity, more than compassion. He was obsessed and Helen only realised in later life that the man had a fixation with her experiences. All she felt at the time was that he was a bit creepy and she told herself to be wary of telling him anything more. She kept the real horror locked inside and suffered for it.
Helen needed a drink of water and quietly opened the bedroom door. A light glowed beneath Courtney’s door and for a second Helen thought her daughter had returned. Then she realised it was Gavin. She crossed the landing and looked into the bedroom. He was fast asleep, fully clothed, on top of the bed. She got the spare quilt from her own room and returned to cover him. He woke with a start, disorientated and he shook his head to clear it.
‘Sorry, darling,’ Helen sat on the edge of the bed. ‘I didn’t mean to wake you.’
‘What time is it?’ Gavin asked, automatically.
‘About five I think. I’m going to make some tea, want some?’ She stroked his red curls back from his forehead.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, his eyes searching her own.
‘I’m fine, don’t worry.’ She forced herself to smile. It wasn’t easy to act normally when the memories were still fresh in her mind.
‘I hope Courtney’s fine too.’ Gavin sounded bitter, accusing and Helen looked away guiltily.
‘I hope so too,’ she said quietly.
‘Do you?’ Gavin sat up. ‘Do you really care?’
Helen left the bed and moved to the door. ‘More than you would know,’ she answered him as she turned to leave.
Gavin shook his head, ‘Helen?’ She looked back. ‘You are so difficult to understand sometimes, but this last twenty-four hours has been unbelievable.’
‘I know, darling.’ Helen went to sit back on the bed at his side.
‘I want to understand, Helen. Your dad showed me some weird stuff today… ’
‘Gavin, it’s late. I don’t want to wake Mum and Dad. Come have a cup of tea with me downstairs. We can talk, if you like.’ She didn’t know if she was ready to explain everything to Gavin, but if he was willing to listen to some of it, he might be able to help when the time came to tell Courtney.
‘We do need to talk, Helen. I think I need some answers.’ He took hold of her hand and Helen lowered her eyes to avoid his searching look. ‘I only wish I knew the right questions to ask.’
Gavin joined Helen in the kitchen. She poured him a drink from the hot teapot on the table. She had never been able to tell Gavin about his daughter. He would not have believed her if she’d tried but now she had no choice, he had to know. She was more afraid of his reaction to her memories, than the memories themselves. Her nightmares were now old friends and she could look at them without the crippling fear she once felt. They still had power over her. They still made her cry and still made her feel vulnerable, but they no longer threatened her sanity. She had learned to live with her ordeal. Now Gavin and eventually Courtney, would have to face the truth and learn somehow to live with it as she had done.
‘I know you’re full of questions Gavin and you deserve to know the answers,’ Helen began, reaching for and gripping his hand. ‘I’ll tell you everything but you might wish I hadn’t.’
‘Helen, please…’ Gavin seemed afraid and Helen realised that it must be strange for him to hear the steadiness in her voice. She knew she would appear unnaturally calm to him.
‘Why now?’ He squeezed her hand lovingly. ‘Why decide to let me into your secret, after all these years of me asking?’
‘You didn’t realise what you were asking and you didn’t ask the right questions,’ she smiled gently.
‘I still don’t know,’ he shrugged. ‘It’s a big mystery. Your dad tried to tell me this morning, sorry, yesterday morning, but it was all so far fetched. What happened to you?’
‘That’s the big question. Are you ready for the answer?’ Helen’s steady gaze never left his face.
‘Only if you’re ready to tell me,’ he said and Helen watched his Adam’s apple bob nervously in his throat.
‘You have to give me an open mind, Gavin. I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t believe me.’ She looked away, biting her lower lip.
‘I’ll believe you.’ Gavin insisted. ‘Just tell me.’
Helen took a deep breath and began. ‘It was Christmas. I was fourteen-years-old… ’ Helen told Gavin about the lights, he told her he’d seen them on the film and explained what her father had shown him.
‘Did you listen to the tapes?’ Helen asked, knowing he couldn’t have, or he would be asking different questions. Gavin shook his head and she continued her story. It was easy to tell. She’d just gone through the memory of the first night while alone in her room. She told it without emotion, right up to the part where the slug creature entered her, then she cried and Gavin held her, obviously appalled at the images she was creating in his mind.
‘This is all so horrific, my love. I want to believe you, but this is beyond belief, beyond my ken.’ He pulled her closer, gently stroking her hair. ‘The only explanation that makes any sense is the one about the night terrors.’ He held Helen as she continued to weep quietly in his arms.
Eventually, she pulled herself away from his embrace and forced herself to look into his eyes. ‘You think it was a horrible dream too, don’t you?’ she asked quietly and as he went to shake his head she smiled through her tears. ‘I didn’t expect you to believe straight away, I know how hard it is for you to understand.’
‘It’s incredible, so unreal,’ Gavin pulled her close. ‘But it was real enough to you, hen, I can see that.’
‘It wasn’t in my mind, Gavin. I know that’s what you think.’ She stayed within the circle of his arms, talking quietly into his chest. ‘I can’t alter the way you interpret what I tell you. I can only tell you.’
‘There’s more?’ he asked quietly.
‘Oh yes, Gavin, there’s much more.’ Helen leaned into him. ‘But I think it would be better to save it for another time. It’s a lot to take in.’
‘I’m ready to hear it, Helen. I need to know the whole of it.’
‘Yes you do, but Mum and Dad will be up soon and I don’t want interruptions, let’s wait for a quiet time.’
‘If that’s what you want, hen.’ He used the old familiar endearment as he pulled her closer and tried to hug away her pain.
TO BE CONTINUED…………
This 11th excerpt is from a science fiction novel about alien abduction. If you would like to read the novel from the beginning, please see the previous excerpts in, ‘They Take our Children.’
The complete eBook series is available on Amazon stores worldwide. Please go to an Amazon online store to purchase this novel if you can’t wait to read the rest.