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People Describe Their Personal Alien Abductions

Have you ever witnessed a UFO in the sky or experienced creepy figures standing at the end of your bed, but passed it off as something commonplace, like an airplane or sleep paralysis? Although these strange experiences can be rationalized with logic, what if these happenings were of the paranormal variety? What if you really did see an extraterrestrial spacecraft in the sky? What if those creepy figures you saw were actually aliens abducting you?

For the Reddit users whose true alien abduction stories appear in this list, these nightmare scenarios are all too real. From waking up in a totally different location to seeing creatures that are not of this world, these accounts real alien abductions may change the way you look up at the night sky.

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  • Boy Feared Permanently Lost Returns With An Impossible Tale

    From Redditor/u/robert3131:

    "This is the craziest UFO phenomenon true story, and it came from my dad.

    In 1960s in Ethiopia, my dad is just a child (nine years old) at the time playing with his best friend Gabriel after school. They were playing in the fenced backyard of my dad's house. My dad turns his back for a second, then turns to look back at his friend, and Gabriel is gone. It's important to note that my dad and Gabriel were from the top 1% of Ethiopia's ruling elite; my dad's father was Minister of Interior of Ethiopia and Gabriel's father was a 4-star General of Ethiopia. The backyard Gabriel disappeared from had 10-foot bricked walls with armed guards patrolling on the outside.

    A couple of hours pass. His parents, my dad's parents, and guards are searching but no Gabriel. 48 hours pass - now there is a nationwide search for this important general's kid. It's on the news. Police are searching door-to-door describing him and what he was wearing when he disappeared (he was wearing his private school uniform: white shirt and brown pants). Helicopters even searched the countryside looking for him, but still nothing. A month passes, then two, then four. People start losing hope that he would ever be found and think the worst.

    Exactly six months to the day he disappeared, Gabriel appears back in my dad's backyard. He was wearing the same white shirt private school uniform, and it was still clean. He looked exactly the same as when he disappeared.

    This is where it starts to get weird. 

    Once they confirmed he was okay, they start asking where he had been. He said a couple of nice men took him on a trip. He was in a white room that glowed, and other children were there from different countries. He said he was surprised that the nice men who looked like white guys could speak Ethiopian, and he could understand what the other children were saying even though they were not Ethiopian.

    The white glowing room had no windows and the doors disappeared into the walls. There were buttons on the walls, and if a kid pushed them, a bed would come out of the wall. He was then all of a sudden in a city that was glowing and clean with cars flying around him. He said there were people there, but they looked strange, like us but different. One nice man was still with him and took him to a tall building where he had to stay for a while. The man then showed him a room that he could use for entertainment. Gabriel said he could push a button, and the room itself would go places, including an open field, the beach - the room itself even flew.

    He said after a couple of hours he was taken back to Ethiopia and appeared in the backyard. He thought he was only gone a couple hours total.

    No one believed him, and with Ethiopia being a super religious country, most adults around him thought he got possessed. Gabriel even was forced to see a priest to get the evil spirits out of him.

    My dad still kept in contact with him throughout their lives. Gabriel got a doctorate in physics, and I believe works in Holland still."

  • Man Entranced By Mysterious Clicking And Bright Lights

    From Redditor/u/MeaninglessDebateMan:

    "I grew up in the arctic. In the town I lived in, as long as it was a clear night, it was an extremely normal occurrence to see all sorts of strange lights move across the sky. Keep in mind, the winter is long in the arctic, which means longer amounts of time being spent under the stars. It's quite beautiful, as long as you don't mind the cold so much. Sometimes, I would drive a snowmobile a few kilometers out of town, shut it down, and just lay down on the snow looking up at the majesty of it all, the only thing disturbing the silence being the occasional breeze.

    The northern lights are also a common occurrence. It doesn't happen everyday, but often enough that they start getting ignored after a while, as long as they aren't too spectacular anyway.

    On one particular night, without asking my parents (it was their snowmobile), I decided to go on one of my midnight drives out of town. I drove a few kilometers over the hills to find a spot devoid of light pollution from town, shut off the machine, and settled into a good spot to look up and be retrospective.

    It wasn't all that interesting a scene; a few satellites passing here and there, some relatively boring activity affecting the magnetic field, etc. And then I started noticing a clicking noise.

    At first, I thought it was the sound of the snow machine cooling down, as engine expands and contracts a lot in the cold, but the source of the sound definitely wasn't coming from that direction. My next thought was there must be an animal nearby in which case I need to get out of there fast (you don't really want to mess with a wild animal), but the clicking is far too regular for an animal to produce it. It was fairly mechanical sounding, and again, the source of the sound isn't coming from anywhere around me laterally. It was coming from above, so naturally I look up, determined to ascertain the origin of this strange noise.

    I see what I always see: stars, northern lights, a lazy satellite crossing the sky - all normal stuff. But before I dismiss it altogether and begin heading home, I notice something strange in the Aurora Borealis. There were three rather strong points of light. I ignored them at first thinking they were oddly symmetrical stars, but this proved false. They were definitely getting brighter. I kept staring in morbid fascination as they grew stronger and stronger, yet still only remaining single points in the sky. All the while, the clicking noise is getting louder and louder and more pronounced, almost like someone started with tapping a pen on a desk to clacking billiard balls together inside my head.

    Then it stops. The lights are gone, the clicking is not heard, and aside from being a little stiff, cold, and rather petrified, I'm fine.

    So, I jump back on the snowmobile thinking maybe I'm going crazy. The machine takes a little longer than usual to start up, and I'm beginning to worry, but soon it's running and I'm heading back to town. As I'm driving back, several plausible scenarios as to what occurred are running through my head. I'm thinking it could've been a helicopter from the mine or some strange northern lights behavior - probably not that big of a deal.

    I pull up to my house. Lights are all dark. Strange. It wasn't that late when I left. I open the outer door as quietly as possible, remove my winter gear, and enter through the inner door. The house is quiet, really quiet. My parents are teachers and are usually up late marking or watching TV. All I'm thinking is I have to get to bed without anyone noticing, which proves to be easy as I'm soon under my covers. I go to set my alarm for the next day.

    All of a sudden, everything makes sense - engine hard to start, stiff, rather chilly, nobody up when I was gone what felt like relatively short period of time...

    It was almost 11 pm when I left, and now it was creeping up on 6 am. I stood, staring at clicking lights for almost seven hours.

    I never ended up sleeping that night, and I don't go on late-night snow machine rides anymore."

  • Teen Encounters the Real-Life Men In Black

    From Redditor/u/Uberob:

    "Before I tell my story, I'd like to say that I am a complete skeptic and question anything and everything supernatural. I think extraordinary claims should always require extraordinary evidence. Even to this day, I will never be able to empirically prove what I experienced.

    I am currently 26 years old; this happened on June 16, 2007. I remember it vividly. It was immediately embedded into my long-term memory when it all happened. In psychology, I believe they refer to these events as flashbulb memories.

    Anyway, I was living in my parents' home at the time. It was a pretty, stormy night; the wind was gusting slightly more than usual, rain was coming down violently, your typical crackles of thunder/lightning.

    I was playing World of Warcraft at the time, enjoying the idea that I had a legitimate excuse not to go out and do anything. I was about to finish one of the longest chain quests in the game when the internet goes out. I try for about 30 anxious minutes to get the internet to work, and you guessed it - nothing. I head to my room, frustrated. Here I am, home alone. No internet and irritated as hell.

    My parents at the time were out at a work related event. I remember laying on my bed just staring at the ceiling. I turn my head to look at my old retro alarm clock; it read 6:18 pm.

    KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! I immediately sprung up, eyes wide open, startled as hell. I crawl to my window that faces the front door and KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! again. I peek outside my window to see three tall men literally dressed in your typical FBI-looking black suits. One had what looked to be a folder/file or something, another had what I have now identified as a Geiger-Counter, and the other one was beating my door with his huge fist. I head to the door not really thinking much of it; I honestly thought they were church people just soliciting their beliefs.

    I open the door. The one man nearest the door who was knocking greets me in a very monotone voice, pulls out a badge, and says he and his colleagues need to check the water source from the house's faucets. I ask them a bunch of questions. It turns out that they were in fact the FBI, and someone had allegedly tried to poison the city water. I called my parents to let them know what was going on; they okayed the situation. The guys in the suits didn't even check the water in my house. They had some other group of government guys show up and check. I tried to ask if there was a motive or if it was a terrorist act. They simply said they couldn't talk about it in detail.

    Then out of nowhere, all the lights in the house go out - it's pitch black. The guys in suits tell everyone to stay calm; they think it's just a power outage. The guys taking water samples turn on their flashlights. As one of the flashlights flashes over the tallest of the suited men, I see a reflection from his face - there was metal under his face. The guy with the flashlight quickly directs the light somewhere else. A moment later, the guy with the flashlight says, "Sir, it has begun." The suited guy with the Geiger-Counter turns it on. The thing just starts going haywire.

    Not even three seconds later, it felt as if I was being pulled into a million different directions. I could not see anything at first - just excruciating pain. I thought I was in the process of being disintegrated alive.

    Out of nowhere, I see nothing but white. I literally thought I was in what religious people call heaven. A man appears to me and smiles, swinging his arm in an inviting way as if I were entering a ballroom dance or party. I try to walk but nothing. Then, the white room gets sucked into itself, and I see my life flash before my eyes. I see everything: Disneyland at five, my first kiss at 15, watching 9/11 happen on TV with mom and dad, everything. I see Earth suspended in space, I am watching Earth from above, and then I fall. I am falling, heart racing, numbness, disbelief. I see the ground getting closer and closer. I know this is it, and I know I will die. Before I hit the ground, I hear the monotone voice of the suited man say in my head, "Do not (static & white noise). No matter what."

    I woke up in my bed with a cold sweat and panic. I freaked the f*ck out and ran downstairs to find my parents cooking dinner. I run back upstairs and see the time is 6:22 pm. I was relieved to find out it was a dream, but it gets creepy.

    I go back downstairs and ask my parents when they got home. They told me they've been home as it was their day off. I asked how their company event went, and they said it was last week. I asked them what time I fell asleep. They told me they didn't know I was sleeping. I go to my computer and find that my World of Warcraft account was logged in where I left off before the internet went down. I check my computer for the date, and it was the 23rd - I have literally no memory of a full week. I try to recall what had happened in my dream, but it was a a blur. I go back upstairs and see that it looked like someone went through my closet. I search around and freak the f*ck out. The exact same Geiger-Counter the alleged FBI agent was holding was in my closet.

    I have never told anyone about this until now. I still have the Geiger-Counter and don't know what to do with it. 

    I've since spent the last decade trying to put the pieces together. I just live day by day as an ordinary person, hoping they don't return."

  • Mysterious Bruises And Missing Pistols

    From Reddit:

    "A few months ago, I started having really weird dreams in which I was in a place I did not know, and I remember being really afraid. I kept it to myself for the longest time until I started noticing that I had bruising I couldn't explain. They started on my arms and legs, then moved to my back. Most of them looked like perfect circles like someone has poked me hard enough with an unsharpened pencil. The dreams kept coming, and I started having really bad headaches.

    After a few weeks after the first dream, I started noticing bruising on my wife. Then one day, I was in my bedroom and noticed my pistol was out of place. I had one of the dreams again the night before. I took out the magazine and noticed that there was a round missing.

    A little background here: I used to be a cop and am a NRA firearms instructor, so I am very familiar with firearms and take great care to ensure they are kept safe and ready for use. I asked my wife if she had messed with my Glock, and she said no. I took the pistol apart and found what looked like powder residue in the barrel. Now I started to freak out. Someone had shot my pistol!

    After I found the pistol had been messed with, the dreams and the bruising stopped completely. I seriously believe that my wife and I were being abducted. I further believe that it stopped after I tried to fight back and possibly shot at one of the aliens in our house. I know it sounds odd, and I wouldn't believe it if someone else told me this story. It's part of the reason why I never told anyone else but a handful of close friends."