(From Pages 114 – 116 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)
Tuesday: May 30, 2006
It has been over eleven years now since I’ve added anything to my UFO journal. I obviously didn’t take up residence on another planet. Not that the extraordinary events that had suddenly taken hold of my life has ended. On the contrary, they continue unabated to this day.
November 27, 1994, however, marked a sinister turn in these events, for it was on that day that I came to realize that Aliens were not my only visitors in the night. Here is my last journal entry.
Sunday: November 27, 1994
I went to bed about 12:30 this morning, after working at my computer for a few hours on this journal. I woke up because something very strange happened in my sleep.
I was asleep when, all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe through my nose. First everything was fine, then Wham! Both nostrils were completely blocked, forcing me to start breathing through my mouth. I tried to wake up, but felt restrained and couldn’t open my eyes. I then slipped into deep unconsciousness. When I did wake up, I felt like I was in some kind of altered state. My perception was distorted and I found it hard to focus my attention. It felt as if I was moving in slow motion, but the feeling dissipated in a minute or two, leaving me feeling “normal.”
I was shaken from the memory of the “attack” on me in my sleep and knew that something highly unusual had happened. The Grays had never had to use physical force on me before, and I had definitely been physically restrained. I walked around my studio apartment and noticed that there were several things that were not as I had left them before I went to bed. I had laid the freshly printed pages of my journal on my computer table last night, in a neat pile. This morning the top page was askew, as if someone had picked it up and laid it back down. On the kitchen counter is a postcard from the National Geographic Magazine announcing that my father has given me a subscription as a holiday gift. It has lain there, face down, for the last couple of weeks, but this morning it was face up. Now, the big one . . .
I know that people can forget that they handled certain papers or postcards and didn’t leave them as they remembered, but this last disturbance is a real puzzler. When I walked into the bathroom, I was immediately struck by what I saw in the sink. The sink had obviously just been used. There were beads of water all over, up the sides and right to the brim. They were so fresh that the ones high up were still running down, colliding with the other beads of water and forming small streams that ran down into the drain.
I decided to do an experiment. First I used a stopper and filled the sink with water. When I let the water drain, it did not form any beads at all. Beads of water did form, however, when I splashed the sides of the sink with water from the tap. The beads of water formed in this fashion completely evaporated within an hour, although they stopped running down the sides of the basin after just a few minutes. I hadn’t been in the bathroom, much less used the sink, in over five hours.
I have a bad feeling about this. Something is very wrong. I doubt that the Grays wash their hands after they put me back in bed.
Something was very wrong indeed! Two days later I received a phone call from Katherine’s mother. The night before there had been an attempted break-in at their home. Everyone was asleep except for Oscar, who heard voices at the back door that leads into the garage near where he slept. When he went to investigate, they ran back to the front of the house and Oscar heard a car speeding off. Oscar later described the men as “white,” not because he saw them, but because they spoke English to each other without any discernable accent. We never did find out who those men were, but I’m sure that they were also the ones who broke into my apartment the night before as I slept.