RETURN TO ALIEN ISLAND

When I was a small child I played in a large public park that was located directly down the road from my family home. All the kids in the neighborhood would simply climb the fence that divided the park from our neighborhood to use the park as our private playground.

Thinking back to this time I realize how dangerous it was for us l to be running loose in this large park without adults or supervision. During those days however no one gave the dangers too much thought. That was a mistake as the children who ventured into this park to play had experiences that were unusual and dangerous.

I wrote an article about one of these events called Playing in a Paranormal Park. I was traumatized my entire life by what chased me in that park that day. My encounter as taken from my article happened as I was playing with a friend in the park:

My friend noticed it first. She stood up and looked towards the river outlet and said, “ What’s that?” She was pointing towards the swans. I looked over towards her out stretched finger to see a ray of light. I stood also. The moment I stood up the swans started to squeal in a strange frantic manner. I never saw them or heard them do anything like that before

The light was odd. It was a color I had never seen before, or since. It was a neon type green. It was very bright, so bright it hurt to look at it. I immediately felt fear. The rays were reversed. They seemed to be coming up from the river instead of down from the sky. The swans were flapping and trying to fly away but seemed so disoriented all they seemed to do was flap around and into each other.

I became terrified and whispered to my friend; “ We have to get out of here” she backed towards me and started to reach down for our belongings. I took her hand and said “Leave them, we will get them later.” I held her hand and we both slowly started to move towards the path. We hardly breathed. We moved very slowly as not to draw any attention from that light to us. We were on the path and moving away from the tree and light when we heard a low crisp clicking sound. It was a sound I have heard again over my life but this was my first experience encountering it. It sounded like a mix of a water sprinkler that clicks across the lawn and then returns; you know that click click click-mixed with the sound of bugs on a hot summers night. That is the best I can explain it.

The sound was coming closer and closer, the ray of light fanning out larger and larger, we were heading carefully away down the path towards the bigger path and then hopefully to the exit of the park.

As the sound of that clicking moved closer towards us through the woods along the path adjacent to the water, we picked up our speed until we were both at a full run.

The faster we ran the louder the clicking. The ray of light was expanding so I could now see it over the treetops. I ran so fast and so hard I felt as if my heart would explode. I was completely terrified. Melinda was right besides me, she was sobbing in fear as we ran.

I knew we could not make it back to the main exit. I pulled my friend towards the fenced part of the park, which lined up along a main road back into our community. We hit the fence at a full run and scaled it with the clicking right behind our every step. We flew over the fence and tumbled both onto the main road. A neighbor lady nearly ran us over as we fell into the road right in front of her car. She slammed on her brakes avoiding hitting us by only a few feet. She started to yell at us but soon realized we were crying and frightened half to death. We started to cry that something was following us in the park. She loaded us into her car and drove us to my house.

After that event happened I realized that other things had been happening to us as we played in the deserted corners of the large wooded park.

There was a little island that you were able to access by a tree branch type primitive bridge called Breezy Island. The years I played in this park were between 1959 and 1962 Breezy island was a small island that stuck out into the river off the mainland coast of this park.

The island had winding paths that would take you to the islands shore along the rivers edge that was filled with ducks, swans and all the assorted wild life that lived along the river. For kids it was a paradise of adventure. In the center of this island was a open air large gazebo also made from old tree branches. This structure was two stories high with a brick fireplace and enclosed area of three sides on the first level and a open sided gazebo on top. It was built to be very rustic and tree house like. For the kids it was a fabulous popular place to sit and eat our picnic lunches.

As I played in this park I found I had a very strange reaction to it. I both loved and hated the park yet did not understand why. When my friends wanted to go play there I also wanted to explore the paths and run in the open forests but also felt a cold fear I did not understand.

Before the green ray of light incident I already started to hate Breezy Island, which was a favorite stop for all my friends. Just before the clicking ray event that chased us that day I had already refused to join the other kids when they headed for that little Island. I would fill with terror when on the small Island. I especially hated the under side of the tree house gazebo. The terror was so extreme after the ray incident that I stayed away from the park and that Island from the age of 10 on. I did not want to or think about returning to that park or that little island -until this year.

I thought it was time the spring of this year to investigate my enormous fear of this park and that island. Now some 50 odd years later I wanted to go see if my lifelong fear was as bad as I remembered or a childhood memory blown out of proportion.

A group of people I knew were going to visit to this park. I decided to go along so I could use this group adventure to visit my childhood demons while returning once again to this dreaded place.

It was this past May. We went one lovely spring day during a sunny afternoon. The group met in the parking lot of the park and decided to explore the building holding a small collection of items from the past when a rich family privately owned the park in the 1800’s.

After exploring the buildings we ventured out onto the great lawn that swept down to the river and the paths that wandered into the wooded areas of the large Parks land mass.

As soon as we hit the waters edge my stomach started to turn upside down. There were about 15 adults with me so I felt secure yet I knew that my childhood fears were not fantasy but of trauma. We headed towards the tree area where my encounter with the ray took place and Breezy Island.

We came upon the old tree where the green ray event took place. By now the tree was heavy and over grown and did not resemble the memory I had of it so many years before. I did have total recall of the incident and wanted to move past the tree to Breezy Island to see if I felt the same fears about that little island.

The little island still stood as it did in my childhood. The old wooden bridge was replaced with a safer modern bridge. The island seemed sad and depressed with much of the once healthy greenery drab and bleak. As all things from our childhood the entire area seemed much smaller.

The old gazebo structure was changed but there were parts of the original building still in place. I immediately felt uncomfortable and sick to my stomach as I crossed the bridge to this old childhood play area.

As I looked out from the island to the river I had a sensation of being dizzy and needed to quickly stumble to a near by bench or I would have fell to the ground. The bench was set on an angle that viewed both the river and the old structure of the original tree house. As I sat looking where the fireplace once stood on the first floor of the tree house gazebo I had my first recall of what was going on in this dreadful place during my childhood.

As all who have had encounters they cannot explain or totally recall of lost time events or abductions it is common to have flashes of recall of things that you do not understand

Over a lifetime of experiencing these flashes or quick views of memory you soon realize you are seeing bits and pieces of events that were mostly wiped or removed from your mind. Like many others who have encountered these things they will tell you parts of these memories can stay intact and will pop out at odd moments or if the memory is provoked.

There are people who try to retrieve these memories by different methods while many others want no part of remembering what took place. These people want what has been wiped from their memory to stay wiped and want nothing to do with trying to bring back what has been removed. I am one of these people.

To understand this you must realize that a feeling of absolute god awful terror comes hand and hand with these flashes which is why so many want them left alone and if possible forgotten. I am in that category and do not want to recall any of the events that took place during my lost time events or abductions and try hard not to relive the events that bring me the emotion of ultimate suffocating terror.

As I sat on the bench on this beautiful blue-sky white fluffy cloud day I felt a horror that made my heart want to blow apart in my body. The fear that filled my being was so over powering and dreadful I did not think I would live through it. I was sure my heart was going to stop beating.

I sat on that bench as my mouth filled with the contents of my stomach and saw in fast clear flashes an odd shaped terrifying creature walking towards me from the first floor fireplace area of that old tree house. This half human shaped dank gray green creature was coming towards me with a strange long arm reaching out to me. I could smell a vile odor of a mixture of chemicals, mold and death. As fast as the flash vision occurred it was gone.

I leaned over the bench and threw up. I stood up and knew all at once that this was a place I was taken as a child and that the horror and fear I carried inside of me was real and unkind.

I filled with anger as I was just a child and whatever, whoever that being was, IT had no right at all to interfere with me as a helpless child alone in a deserted area.

I understand that these encounters are part of a journey of events in my life that I had no choice or say in. I handle it differently now, as an older person who better understands the events that have occurred during my life. I know I never wanted any part of these encounters and know one thing about abductions and lost time - they are against our will and unfair on every level.

This was one event in my life. I have not written very much about my own experiences but feel now at this point it may be the time for me to add my own encounters to others like me.

I have been taken on this journey to the unknown without choice and against my will. It now is my will and my choice to write about these experiences and the events of those who have had sightings, abductions, lost time events as well as other paranormal encounters similar to mine.

Those who read what I write can make the choice to believe what has happened to me and others who have experiences like mine- or not. That is completely the reader’s choice.

I do know that many out there will one day also come face to face with a strange being, odd sighting, endure an abduction or find they are dealing with a lost time event. Those who do experience the unknown may recall something they have read that someone else has lived through before them and pull from that knowledge what they need to survive their own encounter.

Trips into the unknown are happening day in and day out all over this world by millions of people I write for those of you who may one day walk unknown roads so you understand you are not alone and these things are very real and do happen- even to you!

Be careful out there and pay attention to your surroundings

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