| ID | #1605518198 |
| Added | Mon, 16/11/2020 |
| Author | July N. |
| Sources | Ground Zero Radio with Clyde Lewis – June 21, 2016
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| Phenomena | |
| Status | Research
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"In 1979, I was 11 years old. I was often home alone. Both my parents ... my dad was working, and my mom was away quite a bit.
One day I came home from school. I rode home on my bike. I was playing in the yard, and a black Lincoln car pulled up across the street from my house and four men got out. All in black suits. All are wearing black hats. Three of them were the same height, and one was shorter and heavier, and it was also summer, so it wasn't cool or anything.
Black tie. White shirt. They crossed the street and went to my house. So I was immediately very scared. I didn't recognize them. It was very intimidating.
So I ran up to my house. I left my bike, ran into the house, immediately called my dad at work and said:
Hi, dad, four guys are coming to the house. I don't know what to do He said: lock the door, go downstairs, get the gun ... get the gun and hide behind the TV, and I'll be there in a few minutes.
And it was only 11 minutes away. I ran down the stairs. I went down and looked at the back door. I remember looking, and I could see their figures clearly, but not their faces... and then it was very bright. And the next thing I remember, my dad came through the door, shouting my name, and I was downstairs watching TV. The rifle was unloaded. There were no bullets in the rifle.
It was on the side of me, and I don't remember what happened in the 11 minutes between when I called and when my father walked in the door.
Every year or two I dream about them, and I remember every detail of them coming in, getting out of the car, crossing the street. They didn't even look. They didn't even look when they crossed the street. They just walked straight. No matter how hard I try, I can't remember anything other than this. I remember their figures in the doorway... two of them. Bigger and taller. And then a bright light.
The next thing I remember, I was lying on my back and the gun was standing as if I had put it down, and there were no bullets in that gun."
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Date: 1979
Location: Washington
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Summary: “In 1979, I was 11 years old. I was frequently home alone. Both my parents…my dad worked and my mom was away quite a bit. I came home from school one day. I had ridden my bicycle home. I was playing in the front yard and a black Lincoln type vehicle pulled up across the street from my house and four men got out. All in black suits. All in black hats. Three of them were identical height and one of them was shorter and heavier set and it was in the summer too, so it wasn’t like it was cool or anything. Again, all in black suits. Black ties. White shirts. They came across the street and started walking towards my house. So I was immediately very scared. I didn’t recognize them. It was a very intimidating kind of thing. So I ran up to my house. Dropped my bike and ran into the house and called my Dad immediately at his work and said, Hey, Dad, there’s four guys and they’re coming to the house. I don’t know what to do. He said, Lock the door, go downstairs, get a gun… get your gun, and hide behind the TV and I’ll be there in minutes. And he was only about 11 minutes away. I ran down the stairs and I had a 30-30 and I knew where the ammunition was. I got down and from downstairs I could look at the back door. I remember looking and I could see their figures but not their faces clearly… and then it was very bright. And the next thing I remember was hearing my Dad come through the door yelling my name and I was downstairs behind the TV. The rifle had been unloaded. There was no bullets in the rifle. It was to the side of me and I have no memory of what transpired in the 11 minutes between when I made that phone call and when my father came through the door. I have a dream about them every year or two and I remember every single detail of their coming, of their getting out of the car, crossing the street. They didn’t even look. They didn’t even look when they crossed the street. They just walked straight across. As hard as I try I can’t remember anything beyond that. I remember their figures in the door…two of them. The large one and a taller one. And then a bright light. The next thing I remember, I was laying on my back and the gun was propped up like I had set it up and there were no bullets in that gun.”
Source: Ground Zero Radio with Clyde Lewis – June 21, 2016
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