THEY came during the night, disguising themselves in a thunderstorm. I felt the vibration coarse through my entire body while hearing a deep, longer-than-normal rumble of thunder. I was in a virtual reality scenario before this, repeating to myself over and over again,
“Remember this! Remember so you can write it down!”
Lying on my left side, feeling the vibration and hearing the rumble, I slowly rolled over to look out the bedroom window. I was afraid. Afraid of what I might see.
THEM. Their craft.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the midnight sky. Terrified, I compelled myself to look for any glimpse of THEM in the light.
Nothing. Only lightning.
The vibration ceased. So, too, did the memory of my virtual reality scenario. The scenario I was reminding myself to remember. Gone in an instant. Completely. Forever.
Something happened. Something significant enough for me to repeatedly remind myself to remember. Something THEY didn’t want me to reveal.
THEY erased that memory. THEY have done this before.
THEY know I am remembering more and more bits and pieces of my abductions.
THEY know I am documenting. THEY know I am talking. THEY know I am writing. THEY don’t like that.
THEY keep coming. THEY keep erasing.
Go ahead. Keep coming. I will not stop talking. I will not stop writing.
BEWARE THE VIBRATING THUNDERSTORM
WE ARE THE STORM!