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This encounter happened in a small village lying the Scottish Highlands in the early hours of 16th. December 1992.

I awoke about 5.30 that morning to a typical Scottish winter's morning: cold, sleety and grey, but that didn’t disturb me as my lovely girlfriend of 10 weeks lay asleep beside me. I watched her for a moment in the early morning gloom and felt quite happy about things when suddenly a vivid memory blocked everything from view......

I was lying in the same bed in the same room only it was earlier and the heater with it’s kitsch fake coal effect cast a soft yellow glow about the room (my girlfriend must of turned it off sometime in the night as it wasn’t on when I woke up) so I could see everything clearly. My girlfriend lay asleep beside me and for some reason I felt compelled to go and open the door of my room, so I got up, went to the door and opened it.

A tall tan grey stood on the landing, it was motionless and stared right at me, the landing light was on so I could see it very clearly and I could see my reflection in its eyes as we stood about two meters apart. Even though this was the first time that I actually remembered seeing one of the tall greys it all seemed very familiar to me and I felt no surprise, just fear and foreboding of things to come and I talked to it as though I had done so many times before. Telepathically I asked the following question. “You don’t want me do you? You want her don’t you” as I said this I glanced at my sleeping girlfriend who lay amongst the tangle of bedding, unaware, looking very lovely. I looked back at the grey and the answer I got from the its eyes was that they had come for me but also wanted to see my girlfriend, I took another look at my girlfriend and grew increasingly upset, the memory faded.

I was back in bed with my girlfriend but now the feeling of well-being had gone and a sickening unease grew rapidly in its place as I fretted about what happened to us a few hours previously. It wasn’t long before I found out, or at least a part of it anyway because soon my girlfriend stirred and woke.

She wasn’t her normal self because as soon as she woke she stepped right out of our bed and began to dress. Even though she had to start early at work that morning she normally lay in bed with me for a cuddle and little chat before stepping out into the morning chill. I watched her dress and tried to make small talk, at best she was monosyllabic and she didn’t turn round to look at me, only an occasional quick glance which was also unusual because normally she would look at me and smile and talk as she was bright and happy soul but this morning she just wasn’t the same.

Soon she finished dressing and made ready to leave and it was then that I saw her face clearly: it was a face that I had never seen before; it distressed me, ours was only a young relationship but her expression told me something had seriously disturbed her. She stared down at me lying on the bed, her expression bore a mixture of fear, confusion and disgust then she pecked me on the cheek, not the tender kiss I usually received, and hurried to the door.

She didn’t slam the door on the way out but she did use more force than was necessary to close it which was strange for a woman of her gentle disposition. She normally backed out of the door and poked her head around the crack as it closed to smile and say seeya later once more, but this time it was completely different.

After the door closed I heard her footsteps pounding on the staircase as she ran down towards the main doorway of the house which she opened and slammed with such force I could feel the vibrations through the sturdily built granite house. Then I heard her crunching footfalls as she sprinted across the small gravel car park in front of the house and up the long driveway to the road.

Whoever that was, it wasn’t the same girlfriend I went to bed with. She was utterly terrified from something she had experienced and couldn’t wait to flee the house where it happened. Something had scared her and scared her badly, no prizes for guessing what.

I lay in bed and as her footfalls receded that awful familiar feeling of dread seeped into the pit of my stomach, the same old feeling that had been my constant companion since January ‘91 when I had my first conscious encounter with the greys. It was that encounter that opened the floodgates of my memory leaving me in varying degrees of depression and serious doubts as to my sanity. But seeing my girlfriend so upset was worse, much worse which made me sink ever lower into misery and I knew without even asking her that she had seen and remembered the same thing that happened that morning. I remembered briefly telling her about some of my experiences a few weeks before: about finding a red triangle on the skin under my armpit; the terrifying pain-filled dreams and the little blue beings with their strange whispering voices but she had laughed it all off saying they were just bad dreams.

Now she had shared one of these bad  dreams' with me and I regretted ever telling her about my secret, I thought that maybe the beings talked to her because I had told her about them and they were pissed off at their cover being blown as they are not the most open of creatures and go to great pains so as to maintain their secrets. But it didn’t matter now it was too late, I had told her and the damage was done, now, with the benefit of hindsight it doesn’t matter if I tell my partner or not, because the greys pay them a visit anyway and tell them to piss off.

I spent that day wandering around town with my mind racing around in circles trying to make sense of something that I had barely any memory of. Various thoughts cascaded through my mind: the greys are good, they must be good; they're here to help us; they are being cruel to be kind; I kept telling myself these things as I had often done in the past year and a half but it didn’t seem to work, it never really did.

On the other hand I felt strangely relieved, someone else had witnessed them with me! I was not insane, the things were real! I had read about a dozen books and magazines in the previous eighteen months while traveling in Europe and living in Amsterdam in an effort to understand what was happening to me. Some said that abductions were probably sleep paralysis and mass hysteria and others said that abductions were actually happening and despite the perpetrators' apparent indifference to our suffering the greys were here to help us. One publication did say that they couldn’t care less about us and were actually murdering people but I ignored this totally because: it sounded too fantastic to me for some reason; my greys weren’t actually grey, the tall ones were tan and the little ones a dark grey/blue just like Whitley Strieber’s and so weren’t responsible for any atrocities and I just wanted to deny the fact that they could be negative as I had no control of the situation. This was an extremely stupid attitude to take and it was this attitude that I carried with me till March `95.

Anyway finally knowing that they existed didn’t make it any easier and after spending the day convincing myself unconvincingly that they had my best interests at heart I trudged through the winter slush up the hill to my place of work This was a hotel where my girlfriend and I both worked, tonight I was on duty as the night porter and it was also the night of the staff Christmas Party but the events of the previous eighteen hours didn’t leave me in a party mood.

I arrived as the party was just beginning and my workmates were already seated and already pissed. I spotted my girlfriend’s petite form hidden amongst the tables and walked over. She seemed all right at first as she was chatting away to her friends in her usual animated way, but then she saw me, her face suddenly lost its glow and she cast her eyes downward to the table. She didn’t seem at all happy to see me and she greeted me coolly, she was obviously very upset about something and that familiar sinking feeling which had leveled off earlier in the day took another dramatic plunge to new depths. In the short time that I had known her I had never seen her so disturbed, yes it was only a short time but this wasn’t your everyday down-in-the-dumps feeling that she had, she was cut to the quick from something that she could barely remember but instinct told her was plainly evil.

We sat there talking to the other people at the table but talked little to each other as the hotel managers dished out the Christmas meal and decanted wine. We ate, we drank, the food and company were good but the feeling was shitty and I just couldn’t get into the swing of things. The image of grey standing at the door filled my mind and I couldn’t think of much else then suddenly my girlfriend quietly began to tell me of the things that were troubling her so much.

She said “Andy, I had an awful dream last night, I was in our bed when I woke up and you weren’t there. I climbed out of bed and went to the window, and standing among the weeds at the edge of the car park stood the ugliest pygmy I’ve ever saw! It carried a small spear and it jabbed it at me a number of times, I was so terrified by this that I jumped back into bed and dived under the covers! That’s all I remember, but it was so terrifying!” She went, on “I also found this,” and she showed me the underside of her left forearm. There, clearly defined in the soft white skin was a red isosceles triangle! It was perfectly, formed, the longer sides were about twenty millimeters in length and the shorter side about fifteen. The shorter side lay parallel with the little finger side of the forearm and the whole triangle sat about fifty millimeters from her wrist. In January '91 I too had discovered a perfectly formed isosceles triangle under my left armpit. So perfect was it, it looked as though it had been stamped.

I was exhilarated! The things were real, at last I knew I wasn’t going mad! I excitedly explained to her that I had seen them too. In all the excitement of this new discovery I selfishly forgot about the innocent bystander to the encounter sitting next to me and wasn’t until a few minutes later that I actually realized the amount of pain she was in.

She was not at all impressed with my apparent enthusiasm and I must of sounded like a raving loony to be so excited with something that was so negative and awful. She had only one known encounter experience to her name, me, I had dozens, but already she knew instinctively what I didn’t know or didn’t want to know: that the greys were malevolent.

Her face wore an expression of someone betrayed, there was no visible anger, just hurt and betrayal. My heart sank once more and the Christmas dinner sat heavily in my belly, all appetite gone I tried to reassure her that things were OK and the aliens weren’t here to harm us but to help us blah, blah, blah. I was not at all convincing, she could tell I had really no idea of what their intentions were so I told her that they only were after me, not her and that she had nothing to worry about and after a while with the help of a couple of glasses of wine she began to lighten up a bit.

When her mood had improved a little I began to press her for more details about her dream. She described the 'pygmy' as about 1 meter tall with an even cap of hair over its head where it should normally be. She said it had the ugliest face she had ever seen with large round black eyes, extensive wrinkles and almost no nose. Its overall coloring was a dark blue/grey color and in its left hand it carried a short silvery 'spear'. When I asked her what sort of feelings or vibes she felt from this creature, she replied “Nasty! Horrible! Ugly!”. When it jabbed the spear at her she got the impression that is said “Get away! Get out of here!” She thought the thing was utterly malevolent and never wanted to see it again.

What she told me pretty well describes what one of the short blue/grey beings look like that hang around with the taller tan beings. The hair that she saw was the bulky hood of the overalls they wear, this hood is connected to their overalls and covers most of their head leaving only the face exposed. The eyes were exactly the same as I have seen them and the small spear she described was very similar to the silver wands they carry during an abduction. She saw this being at night about fifteen meters distant so I don’t know how she remembered so much detail of the being’s wrinkly face because my earlier descriptions of them to her didn’t run into so much detail. My guess is that she saw them at much closer quarters that night (and she did as evidenced by the triangle on her forearm) but couldn’t consciously remember. The triangle on her left forearm gave her no physical pain, it didn’t even itch but the mental pain of having such souvenir was clearly evident, by far the most powerful description she gave was of the feeling of malevolence that emanated from the creature, she said it was like nothing that she had ever experienced before in her short life.

After giving me this more detailed description things lightened up a bit between us but it wasn’t the same, she saw the whole thing as a horrible dream and wanted it to stay that way. I kept saying it was real and how amazing it was to be contacted by aliens and we should consider ourselves privileged, forgetting to remember that I had over twenty months of conscious memories and had read many books which had helped me become accustomed to the experience and regard it as “normal” despite the fact that they always scared the shit out me. She couldn’t see it this way and I couldn’t understand her attitude, to me it was normal for these things to happen what was wrong with her!?

Eventually, with her gentle insistence I shut up, but my mind still swirled around about the recent events and though I socialized at the party I was thinking always of the encounter and my manner was stilted and wooden and was to remain so from then on.

Things rapidly went down hill after the encounter and I dealt with it very badly by not appearing to care about it, I did care but I just didn’t know what to do, I just got pissed and blotted everything out making me even more useless. I lost my job which was no great loss but I also lost her, nine days after the encounter she called it quits. On Christmas day she said she wanted to finish, I felt sad and upset but then at the same time I also felt relieved, why, I did not know. She was so beautiful, eager to please and easy to please she had just wanted to make me happy and she had tried her heart out and made some progress but in the end she gave up. I don’t blame her, I was no bundle of laughs before and even less so after the encounter, but our mutual experience of the greys did not help in the slightest.

But I still thought that they were here to help us.

In early January `93 I left the village and headed south to England and then to the continent where I eventually found myself in the Bavarian Alps and settled in the pretty town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen. It was here that I was soon to have another conscious, partly-remembered encounter which relates to this story.
  Under Hypnosis In May 1996 I underwent hypnosis to try and find out more about what happened during my abductions and went back to this very day. I went deep and was back at the doorway talking to the tall grey. When I looked at my girlfriend the second time I became very upset and began crying uncontrollably and the image of her lying on the bed faded into white impenetrable blizzard but the distress didn’t stop, I was still in the room and observing whatever was happening. I was telling my girlfriend I was sorry and imploring the greys to leave her alone and telling them that it was me they wanted, not her, but it was to no avail. Any attempts to see what was taking place was blocked by intense pain in my legs, head, chest or stomach, it felt as though long hot needles were being plunged deep into my body. I did manage to see a couple of brief scenes before they were swamped by the pain. In each scene two or three greys and I would be standing next to the bed, and in it lay my girlfriend. I didn’t notice what type of grey they were because I was focused mainly on my terrified girlfriend and I only saw each scene for less than a second before the pain swept it away and I would find myself again wandering in a blizzard, crying hysterically and calling for my girlfriend.

But I did hear something clearly amongst all this, I heard a voice, a deep cold voice that could come only from the greys which said. “He is one of us!” And something else which I couldn’t make out then but came to me 6 weeks later so the entire phrase was. “He is one of us! He belongs to us! Stay away!” This was meant for my girlfriend and they were talking about me, they told her that I was one of them and belonged to them and that she will stay away as she was some sort of interference for reasons best known to them. This was explained to her in a threatening manner but was more cold than anything else, they didn’t really hate her and it was nothing personal she just wasn’t part of their plan, whatever that is.

But listen to what they said, He is one of us! what do they mean by that? Does that mean one day in the future that I’ll be flying around to the dwellings of earthlings or the inhabitants of some other messed up planet: abducting them; experimenting on them and telling their partners to piss off?! If I have any say in it, no way! One of the things that worries me most about this encounter is that I could have possibly assisted them in hurting my girlfriend, I have no memory of doing such a thing but I had no way of resisting them and it is a possibility. God forgive me if I have. They are right when they say that I am one of them, I agree, but we look at it in different ways they seem to look at me as some sort of possession, something that is basically naive, ignorant and can be mislead into thinking that abduction is the most natural thing in the universe to experience. I look upon them as part of god, of me the all and now when I treat them as one of me with love and friendship, they run! They still come back, but I move, greet them and say hello, and then they run!

In the earlier days when they came I snarled, fought like a wild animal. I wanted to kill the little bastards! But they would just stroll in and do their business and after a while I accepted it like some animal on the farm, I thought it was “natural” not nice but natural, just like the animals on the farm. And in the end I wanted them to come back, why I do not know.

Now, to me at least, I know better, resisting abduction is the best thing that has happened to me in my life, they still come back to visit and are still a bloody nuisance. Not all abductees will have their lovers molested by aliens, like many other things in life abductions are different for the person concerned and are probably tailor-made by the greys to suit their needs and then the abductee involved.

Finally, I think the reason the greys scared my girlfriend away was that she was so lovely and she was melting the iceberg that was me at that time and this was a threat to the plans they had for me. I was, like any other healthy young man would, giving her too much attention for their liking and forgetting about them. And she was lovely, everyone thought so: tourists, workmates and villagers. A rare find and one not likely to be repeated in this lifetime.

After hypnosis I began to feel negative again, if only for a short time. It was during this time that I could’ve been abducted again, the greys had been hanging around and coming down in attempts to take me but I had been able to move and they ran off. But because I had been negative about things and began to hate them again so I think they got me as I had a small and unusual scar on my right knee after a restless night but I can’t be sure. They have come down since then but once more they run away so it is important to try and let these things not affect you so badly because negative thoughts will attract the greys

Though I can remember worst things happening to me personally at the hands of the greys. This was one of my worst abductions to remember because it hurt someone else and even though it happened seven years ago the memories of it still trickle into my conscious memory so it is constantly being refreshed and is about the only thing that disturbs my peace of mind these days. That, and the fact that somewhere in England is a sweet young woman carrying the horrible memories of an encounter with the greys in her sub-conscious which must have some effect on her. Whenever I ring her up and we talk about this experience she says it still gives her the creeps, she seems to be OK, I hope so and she still holds affection for me, which makes my heart soar.

I’m sorry if all sounds so negative but this is exactly how it happened and the full details are probably much nastier than this, I’ll remember them one day when I’m ready for it. When I’m ready for it, a typical grey platitude, as told to many an abductee.