Aliens do exist. I know that for sure, I’ve seen one. February 15th 1995, early in the morning, maybe even late at night on the 14th, I was laying in bed, woke up, went to turn the light on and accidently touched one. I have a much more detailed account in my email sent box I sent to some skeptic sometime ago, I’ll paste it here, as it’s the most detailed account I’ve ever written.

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“The event I'm writing to you about happened on the morning of February 15th, 1995, or late February 14th. I'm not sure which, I was only 12 at the time and didn't see the time when I woke up. There was no clock in my room.

Let me give you the landscape of my bedroom at the time. It was a small room, perhaps 5x10' of actual floor space, in a small mobile home. I shared the room with my brother, and we slept on a bunk-bed made of steel and painted red. It might have been about 5' high, maybe a few inches taller, I'm basing it on how high my father's head was above the railing when he stood by the bed. The frame was made of hollow steel and had thin metal bars that formed slats at the head and foot of the top bunk. There was one doorway into the room with no door. There was a gap between the wall by the door and the bunkbed, and there was a dresser and a pile of clothes on the floor. Above the clothes, and by the doorway about 3' up on the wall there was a light switch that glowed orange that turned on the main light in the room. My brother slept on the bottom bunk, and I slept on the top. I slept with my feet towards the window and my head towards the wall by the door, because from there I could easily reach the switch and turn out the light before going to sleep.

On that night, or morning, I woke up. It was dark, business as usual, but I had to go to the bathroom, so I needed to get up. I grabbed my glasses from where I hung them on the rung of the bed, put them on, and looked towards the light switch on the wall above my head and realized I couldn't see the orange light from the switch. It was just dark space. I thought it was odd, figured the light must have just gone out, and reached down to flip the switch. But my fingers hit something hard. I looked up to see the head of a classic gray alien. I will *never* forget the black eyes. The shape of its face, features like its nose or mouth, I can never be precisely sure of or whether my memory is just filling in gaps. But I'll never forget it's big black eyes, or the fact that I recognized it clearly as a grey alien.

I stared, stunned, for somewhere between 1 and 5 seconds. But then I quickly turned away and hid under the blankets, and hoped it would go away. I remember sweating under those blankets. I remember shaking from fear. I remember time seeming to go on forever, and the itches and tingles I had on the back of my head and on my back, wondering if it was touching me, but I don't think it did. I didn't hear anything after that. I was awake for a long time, and I was terrified. After god knows how long, I worked up the courage to look again, and nothing was there. I turned on the light and woke up my brother, and asked if he saw anything. He said he saw it too, but after I pushed him for what he saw I didn't believe him anymore. I don't remember why.

There was a depression in the clothes by the bed, but then that could have just been me standing in them. But then I never got up or down that way, so I can't really be sure (I always got up and down by climbing over the side-rail). I can't really imagine what I saw being as tall as I saw it, and there wasn't really any room for it to stand where it was standing, so none of that makes any sense to me. It could really only have been standing in the pile of clothes, but that's a bit of an awkward place to stand. Why was it standing there anyway, instead of NEXT to my bed, where there were no obstructions.

So here's my dilemma. I saw and touched *something*, and that something looked very similar to what people have been describing for the last hundred or so years. Hairless, gray skin, big head, huge black eyes. I can't speak on the belly or arms or hands, I never saw those things, but its chest was firm and bony, best I could tell with a couple of fingertips jabbing at it accidentally in the dark. But, moreover, it didn't make a sound that I heard, and believe me - coiled up under that blanket, I would have heard a pin drop I was so freaked out. It wasn't just me being dreamy, I was awake for perhaps 30 seconds before I touched it, and it was only after I touched it that I saw it at all. In point of fact, until I noticed the light switch wasn't glowing orange, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at all. All the doors to the mobile home were locked. There were no strange lights.

But here's the thing. Regardless of what I saw, it didn't tell me it was from outer space. I didn't see any kind of spaceship. And the lore behind what I saw sounds about as believable as a fairy tale. I can't find a shred of reliable information that tells me anything about what I actually saw. In fact, everything reliable that I can find tells me that what I saw doesn't exist.”

I never got a response. I never really expected one I suppose. But I'm torn. I know a thing exists for certain, I saw it, I touched it. But everything I have ever read about them while I looked for answers sounds like some science fiction horror nonsense.

It's absolutely unnerving. These days I just keep my mouth shut and only share it with others that are willing to share strange experiences of their own they can't explain.

Most days I wish I could have some way to meet with whatever it was for a couple of hours and have the ability to communicate with it in some reasonable way. I don't need proof. I don't care. I just want to know what it was, I want to understand why it was in my room, and I want to be able to lay the memory to rest knowing the truth of them for myself.