I believe that aliens should be avoided and not enter into any contact with them. Such meetings can end tragically. Trust me, I was convinced of this from my own experience.
The story I will tell you about happened to me in April 2011. This month is my friend's birthday. At nine o'clock in the morning, I, taking the gift, went to him. My friend and I rarely meet, so we have plenty of topics for communication. Moreover, my friend is a very talkative person, usually he talks more, and I listen, occasionally inserting comments. However, at the time in question, something went wrong with us. The comrade works in shifts and went out on the night shift the day before. Our conversation was sluggish, with pauses.
Thirty minutes later he says to me:
- You know, I didn't manage to take a nap at night, there was a lot of work. You sit down for a while, watch TV or listen to the dividend party, and I'll go and sleep for an hour, and then we'll talk.
He went to bed. After sitting for a minute, I decided to go home. Let the person sleep well. He got dressed, slammed the door to the apartment and left. But he managed to take only one step from the door to the elevator, when suddenly something happened. It was as if I was turned off, I literally disappeared into nothingness.
How long I was in this state, I cannot say. I think about half an hour. I woke up in a completely different place. I was sitting on a bench in front of a nine-story building. My left cheek ached badly - blood was flowing from it, a red puddle had already formed on the asphalt. Two meters away from me, two women were standing on the sidewalk, talking animatedly about something. Then one of them turned in my direction and said with surprise to the other:
- Where did this man come from? We've been standing here for fifteen minutes, the bench was just empty!
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Then she looked at me closely and exclaimed with concern:
- Look, what's with his face, it's all in blood! We need to call an ambulance.
This woman ran home for a towel. I folded a pillow out of it and pressed it against the cut. The second woman began to call the ambulance. About five minutes later an ambulance stopped at the house. I was examined by two young ladies in white coats.
“Yes, it's bad,” one said to the other. - We need to pick him up urgently.
- Man, can you get into the car yourself? - they asked me.
I got into the ambulance and the car started at once.
On the way, doctors began to ask me who I am, where I live. For some reason I decided not to answer. By radio they reported to the center: "The victim does not want to talk about anything." We drove about four kilometers, and the car stopped at a traffic light. And suddenly an imperious voice sounded in my head: "Get out of the car!" The order was with such a strong energy that at the first moment I was numb. The order was repeated.
“I live nearby,” I said to the doctors. - Thank you for your help, but I'd better go home.
While I was talking, I noticed that something is happening to women, or even, rather, nothing is happening. They didn’t look at my voice, as if they hadn’t heard me, they just continued to look ahead through the driver’s window. Their faces, which I saw in the mirror, seemed to be frozen. Then I got up, opened the side door and got out of the car. No one called me, stopped me. I went out onto the sidewalk and walked towards the house. In fact, I lied to the doctors: it was about four kilometers from that place to my house.
Yes, only I walked only fifteen meters and passed out again. And everything repeated as the first time. When I woke up, I realized that I was twenty meters from the entrance of my house, a little to the side, under a tree. I was wearing a warm jacket, covered in blood, turned inside out. With my left hand I clamped my cheek, and in my right I firmly held the keys to the apartment.
I went to the entrance. At the sight of me, the women sitting on the bench beside him fell silent and began to regard me as some kind of curiosity. Why, they have never seen me like this! I entered the apartment. The wife was at home. I almost fainted from my sight. She rushed to me with questions. And I can’t explain anything, because I myself don’t know who disfigured me so. I undressed and went to the mirror hanging in the corridor. I looked terrible: my shirt and my face were bloody, my cheek was swollen, my face was twisted. He took hydrogen peroxide and cotton wool, began to wipe off the blood.
At the request of my wife, my son arrived at once. He also wondered why I didn’t know who had “worked” with my face like that. After all, I was absolutely sober, this had never happened to me.
That day I decided not to go to doctors for help. It was only after lunch the next day that I realized that if I let things go, I would leave a scar on my cheek after healing. Then I called my son and asked him to take me to the ambulance clinic. I was lucky, it was on this day that the doctor on duty was a maxillofacial surgeon. I paid for the operation, and the doctor, a man of about forty, began to work on my face. The first thing he asked:
- Who did that to you?
“There were problems,” I answered shortly.
When the doctor, after treating the wound, began to put brackets (16 pieces!), He remarked with surprise:
- Looks like a surgeon worked on you. The specialist is no worse than me. Made very professionally.
The doctor explained that I had two clear cuts on my face. The first one went under the lower eyelid to the nose, then smoothly changed direction and followed a large mole on the cheek. Then the scalpel moved to the left of the mole and reached the chin. The cuts were quite deep.
Three years have passed since then. The wound healed in a week and a half. I removed the brackets myself, and the scar on my cheek looks like a large wrinkle. During these three years I often wondered: what happened to me then? I just couldn't remember anything. Surprisingly, in addition to cuts on my cheek, on my hands, on my knuckles, the skin was knocked down. This happens when you hit someone with your fists. And I vaguely recalled that I really beat someone, moreover, very hard. During these years, I kept looking for a psychologist-hypnotist who could conduct a session of regressive hypnosis, but there were no such specialists in our city.
And then one day I bought the book “Chasing UFOs” in the bookstore of the Book Lovers Club. When I started reading this book, something suddenly began to clear up in my memory. At first, fragmentarily, and then day after day it got better and better. Now I remembered everything that happened during the period of failure in my mind.
And it was like this. I passed out on the way to the elevator and woke up in some white room measuring about 3.5x2.5x2 meters. I was lying on a narrow white 60 centimeters wide and two meters long table. I was completely paralyzed: I could not move my arms or legs. At the same time, I was absolutely calm, completely indifferent to everything that was happening. On the left side of me there was an opening, like a door, but there was no door. A glass cabinet was built into the wall behind. Two small, less than one and a half meters tall creatures with gray skin and ugly and disproportionately large heads were busy with me. They clinked something metallic in the cabinet. Then they stood next to me: one at my head, and the other on the side to the right.
- Let's start! - was heard in my head.
A thin hand with a scalpel immediately appeared above my face, and they began to cut me under the lower eyelid of my left eye. I feel blood run down my cheek. The pain was wild, because they cut without any anesthesia. Apparently, from severe pain my paralysis disappeared, I felt that I could move. I tried to raise my hands, they were tied to the table. The legs were free.
In my youth, I did a lot of sports: boxing, gymnastics, shooting and throwing grenades. By my advanced age, I managed to maintain the speed of reaction and physical strength. In that situation, gymnastics helped me out. I quickly pulled my bent legs to my stomach and did a somersault (somersault) over my head back. I knew that it was quite dangerous, because if I had not pulled my hands out of the shackles, I could easily have torn the ligaments. But I managed to escape.
I landed on my feet. Obviously not expecting such a turn (literally and figuratively), the gray tadpoles swam along the table at a fast pace. I emphasize once again: they swam, and did not go! With my left hand I grabbed the nearest of them by the neck and hit him on the head with my fist. From the nostrils of the tadpole, a greenish liquid with a foul odor gushed in two streams. This stench was somewhat similar to the smell of creosote (this substance used to be impregnated with wooden sleepers so that they did not rot).
The second tadpole, meanwhile, managed to rush to the glass cabinet and pulled out some kind of box. I realized that it was a weapon, but he did not manage to use it. My fist caught up with him earlier. All this happened within five to seven seconds.
I picked up a box dropped by one of the tadpoles. But he did not have time to examine it. Another gray one appeared in the doorway, pointed the same box at me, and I seemed to dissolve into nothingness.
After that I woke up in an unfamiliar place. Apparently, the gray tadpoles abducted me again after I escaped from the ambulance and completed their experiments.
So people, beware of the aliens. Contacts with them are dangerous!
V. BEZGIN