It may look implausible, but … I must admit right away: at the time this story happened to me, I was a drinker (not even an amateur, but most likely a professional). On that day, as usual, I went to my friends to “rest my soul” and that day I drank no more than 200 grams of vodka (which, with the measure I used, looks like “I didn't drink at all”).
I returned home in the evening, something around 21-22 hours. Walking down the street to the last house at the intersection, right at the lamppost, I suddenly saw two girls about 180-190 cm tall with rather long, straight blond hair, dressed in bronze, either overalls, or tight-fitting clothes.
I will not say that they looked like twins, but they were very similar and were beautiful (which then caught my eye). Then I didn’t see how they moved their lips, but I clearly heard: “Well, let's fly with us !?”. To think that there were no such ladies in the settlement when they were born - and the thought did not arise: the first thing that escaped was: "Yes, without a market, girls!" (Such fantasies immediately appeared in the brain that it was not necessary to think about the consequences).
And then something strange began, for which I still cannot find an explanation. The "girls" disappeared somewhere, but I saw (did not feel, namely saw) myself ascending into the sky. There were no "rays", I did not see any equipment in the lifting mechanism of the "extraterrestrial civilization" - I simply, easily climbed up. Hops, of course, vanished like a hand and I yelled: "Well, bl.., back!" and … I ended up on the ground!
I will note that I did not feel any overloads during the “ascent” and “descent”. When I realized that I was on the ground, the makings of a sprinter woke up in me - I ran home faster than Ben Johnson would have run this distance!
I rush into the house, bolt the door - and my wife is in shock, she has never seen me like this: eyes like a frightened rabbit, pale and breathing like a driven horse! When he told the "reason" - his wife advised to drink less. To be honest, I also had this thought, but there were very weighty doubts that a "squirrel" had visited me and I decided to check everything in the morning.
I got up early (until the collective farmers took the cows out to the herd) and began to look for their tracks. That evening a light rain fell and my tracks were clearly visible. One print of a bare foot and another foot in a sandal. The stride width is about two meters (I was running after all!). The trail led me to an intersection, where, before I came to my friends, the road workers were cleaning the old road with a grader in order to asphalt the new one leading to the clinic.
And at the edge of this loosened road, I saw the imprint of my feet (barefoot and in sandals), and at the post I saw my second sandal. There were no tracks of mine (and, I remind you that it was drizzling with light rain that evening) on the road itself, I could not jump over the road even if I really wanted to (width about 15 meters). I decided to check, maybe I somehow walked around the road, and just threw the sandal to the post? But there were no tracks on either side.
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The strangeness did not end there: my "ascent" lasted for some seconds, but I managed to notice from a height of about 50-60 meters (why I determined that - I work as a climber) the platform near the covered trays and the roof of the store. And since the lantern near the store illuminated the roof, I noticed a rectangular object on the roof of the store by the chimney.
In this settlement (the author did not indicate the name of the settlement) my family and I came from the city, I never climbed the roof of the store and saw nothing, but in order to dispel my doubts, I decided to climb Karaich (elm), where I sometimes cut dry branches for kindling the furnace. But even having climbed to the very top of the tree, I could not see anything.
Returning to the house, I began to scroll through all sorts of options: planes do not fly in this settlement, there are no TV towers, I do not believe in prophetic dreams. But still I decided to check if there was anything on the roof of the store! I came to the stokers, took the ladder from them, climbed to the roof and … saw a plywood box near the chimney, which had not been opened for several years. There were empty bottles of wine and vodka products.
Only my family knew about this story. In the settlement where we then lived, I did not tell anyone anything, otherwise I would have had the nickname "abductor." I am already 56 years old, 25 of them do not drink anything stronger than coffee. Then I was not stupid and now everything is in order with my head, but I still cannot explain to myself what it was! Even if it was a "squirrel", it was somehow very strange and inexplicable!
Sincerely, Alex
