Secret Life

by David M. Jacobs

  Women who report early sexual contact during an abduction experience also invariably report that their hymens were not intact at their first normal intercourse. Women also report that they feel there was some sort of “strange” and disturbing “intervention” during it. Some have the distinct feeling that they were not in the room alone with their partners. Others become uncharacteristically confused when they try to recall what happened during that initial sexual experience, as if something were blocking their ability to remember.

  The ancillary experiences are still a mystery to abduction researchers. We do not know why they take place. The surgical and physical procedures seem related to the aliens’ desire for more information about the body. But how the mental and sexual experiences relate to mental examinations or the breeding program is not clear. What is clear is that the ancillary experiences can be the most traumatic and the most negatively influential on people’s lives. During hypnosis, abductees have screamed in agony as they relived pain procedures. They have tearfully reexperienced the profound trauma and humiliation of being forced to have sexual intercourse with a stranger or a hybrid. And through it all the Beings seem clinically detached—either because they can do nothing about it, they do not understand, or they do not care.

  Chapter 7

  Going Home

  “IT WAS A REALLY NICE EXPERIENCE.”

  When the abductee’s time on board the craft is over, the aliens unceremoniously tell her, “It is time to go now.” If the event took place in a larger object, Small Beings quickly take her out of the main room and hustle her down the hall to where her clothes are. If she is walking too slowly for them, they might impatiently say, “Hurry up! Hurry up!” as they push and pull her along. If they are on a smaller object, the aliens get the abductee off the table and either help her dress or watch while she puts her clothes on. Once she is dressed, she begins the trip back home.

  The abductee is still very much under alien control during the return and cannot physically affect her situation with any degree of forcefulness. The exit from the object is often difficult for her to remember. Some abductees step on a specific round plate in the floor and the next thing they know they are either floating down or are already on the ground. Others enter a small room where an alien makes them lose consciousness. When an abductee awakes she may find herself in transit. If she is coming from an object in the sky, she feels herself “floating” down, much as she did in the original transit and entrance.

  If the abduction took place from her home, the abductee usually goes directly through the window (wall or ceiling, in some cases) and “rematerializes” in her room. If at night, an alien accompanies her to her bedroom and watches carefully as she gets into bed. He might even put the covers over her and tell her to go to sleep, and then he leaves. If the abductee is in an object on the ground, she may float back to an area near her house or apartment and then walk in the darkness to the door, an alien accompanying her. She then floats up and into the window, or she might simply walk into the house through the back or front door. Once in a while an abductee meets a member of the family while coming back into the house. Inexplicably the family member seems not in the least disturbed or puzzled at seeing the abductee come in wearing her nightclothes and says nothing about it at the time or even later. The abductee walks to her bedroom, gets into bed, and goes to sleep.

  Patti was still exhibiting strong bonding feelings for the Taller Being when she was told it was time to go home.

  And he said, “That’s it for now. That’s it for now.” He helps me off the table, and those other ones, they picked up my clothes from the floor, and they helped me put them on, and he stood watching, staring.

  Do you have your nightgown there?

  They helped me put my nightgown on.

  And your underpants?

  Uh-huh. They helped me put them on. I think they put that nightgown on backward. Not backward, inside out. I think that’s what they did, because I remember the next morning thinking that I was stupid, I must have been awfully tired because I put my nightgown on inside out. I think that’s what they did.

  Did they put your underpants on in the correct way?

  Um-hmm. They did that all right. The nightgown was on inside out, like it was taken off. And he waited patiently, watching, and I think I didn’t want to leave because I knew it was time to go. He held out his hand, and I was happy to take it.

  As they’re putting your clothes on, do you get a chance to look around the room?

  Not really. I’m still looking at him because I keep getting this image of looking down at him. I thought, “Isn’t this runny. I’m looking down at him, but yet I feel like he’s really in control of everything,” but I didn’t mind it. I don’t really want to go back. I liked him. It was a really nice experience. I’m interested in this kind of thing, but I wasn’t asking him any questions, it’s like I just understood everything. You know, I didn’t feel like there was a need to be curious about his ship and what he was really doing.

  Well, while you are out there, though, do you happen to notice if there are other tables in the room?

  No, there was just one, and I didn’t go in any other rooms. [Out back] there’s this little tiny hallway, I don’t know, corridor or something. And he held my hand and he walked down the steps with me. We walked out into the woods and into the field. You know, I think we walked pretty far, just slowly. And I don’t think we said anything, but I was really enjoying the feelings, like I was taking a midnight stroll with a lover.

  Do you feel the ground underneath?

  Um-hmm. I had socks on.

  You took the socks off, though, or… ?

  I can’t remember that, but I know I had socks on, I always had socks. But I could feel the ground, the trees, the nuts all over, rotting nuts on the ground. And I know I walked down the road with him now, it was real vivid. We walked down the right side of the road. And I think I was telling him about how my grandmother and I would walk along here just for a walk, and she would get paranoid that I would get into the poison ivy, and he wanted to know what that was, and there wasn’t any to show him, but I said it grows on trees right around here, this creek here, that the road goes by. And it makes you itch. And he seemed to know what that meant. And we walked across the bridge, this little bridge, went over the creek, and we walked up the road a little ways and up the step… And I remember standing at the top of the steps and walking up the sidewalk, and there was some green ivy, but there wasn’t many leaves growing up the side of the house, and I said, “Ivy grows up there but it’s not poison.” And there were roots and little things attached to the bricks. And that’s the last thing I remember because then I just kind of felt like I floated up through the window and back into my room, and in bed with Roy [her husband]. And I woke up and I felt like I had to go to the bathroom. And I shook Roy and I did wake him up, and I said… “I just had a nightmare,” or, “I just had a really weird dream.” He just mumbled something and turned over and went back to sleep.

  Was Roy in the same position as when… ?

  No, he was taking up the whole bed. I lay there for a minute and I got up and went to the bathroom, and I came back in. I had to fight with him to get him to lie so I could get back in. And he wrapped himself around me and said, “Where did you go?” And I said, “I was in the bathroom.”

  So when you got up, though, you noticed that your nightgown was on inside out?

  Inside out, yeah. And the little strings weren’t tied around the neck. They were open, and I usually tie them because I am afraid they’ll get wrapped around my neck in the middle of the night, and they weren’t tied. And I kept thinking, “Boy, I must have had a restless night.”

  (Patti Layne, 23, 1985)

  Like many other abductees, George Kenniston floated down from the object and then walked directly in the back door of his house.

  I’m moving from the field over the trees over the back alley of Green Street, and the houses, now I see myself, I’
m going over the street, and I’m going over the other houses… then the convent, then I’m coming over Third Street, and I’m kind of spiraling down and I land on the hill. It’s a little higher on the alley side of the houses behind Third, and you go down the hill, and that’s where I come down. I come down the hill and I climb up. And I go over, we had a kind of a wicker-weave fence, and I go right up over it and I’m down, I’m in my backyard, I go in the back kitchen door, I put myself to bed.

  Is anybody up when you come in?

  No.

  They’re asleep?

  … I see my father at the door in a tee-shirt and baggy shorts, and that’s how he used to sleep. Did he say anything? He might have said something, but it doesn’t seem to go anywhere. And I made some excuse like I went and got a glass of water or something. And I went back to bed.

  (George Kenniston, 15, 1964)

  Janet Demerest remembered, without the aid of hypnosis, an incident in which she was lying in bed with her six-year-old daughter when an abduction began. She saw something that looked like a “laundry basket” come seemingly from nowhere and hover over her and her child. At the same time a gray Small Being appeared on the side of her bed. She was paralyzed and could not scream. Suddenly the basket and her daughter disappeared and then the empty basket reappeared. Now she felt nauseated and confused, but she had the feeling that she was in some way inside the basket and moving. After the abduction was over, she returned first in the basket to an empty bed and lay on her back, and then she could see the basket disappear and reappear and her daughter was again lying beside her.

  If the abductee was taken from a car, she walks back to the car, gets in, closes the door, and starts driving. If there were others in the car who were “switched off” during her abduction, they suddenly become animated. The driver starts the car and they resume the trip. None of the people in the car are aware of what just happened, nor are they yet aware of a time lapse. They might remember that they saw a “flying saucer” and they might even talk excitedly about it, but that memory soon fades as well. The next day the abductee might have the sense that something strange transpired, but the others are completely unaware of anything unusual.

  If the abduction occurs during the day, the abductee may simply walk out of the ship and back to the area from which she was taken. If it is a child who is abducted from within a group, the remaining children, after being “switched on,” usually do not make an issue of the abductee’s absence. When Janet was nine years old, she left the wooded area where she was playing with her friends to walk over a hill. She was abducted and gone for over an hour. When she returned, her friends asked her where she had been. She told them that she had gone exploring, and that answer appeared to satisfy them.

  Very often with daytime abductions, however, the period of time in which the abductee is missing is noticed by someone. When nine-year-old Jill Pinzarro returned from her experience (which began while she was reading a book in the park in Rochester, Minnesota), her parents were frantic with worry.

  What was the next thing that you can remember?

  Sitting on the bench… And I’m scared because it’s dark.

  Do you have a book in your hand?

  Yes, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve been reading it. It’s just sitting there on my lap. But it’s like I’ve suddenly awakened.

  And what do you do?

  I’m really upset and frightened. It’s so late. And I don’t know how I could have lost track of the time. When they put me to sleep it was just like ether. There’s a moment when you realize that something’s happening, and then you’re just gone. You just feel yourself getting smaller, no consciousness.

  And yet when you’re on the park bench your clothes are on?

  Oh, yeah. It’s just like nothing’s happened.

  Do you go home quickly then?

  Oh, yeah, I throw my books on the bike, and I hurry because the park gets dark too, and that’s scary. I’m scared of the dark, being that I have to go through the edge of the woods and over a little bridge, up a hill, and all the houses are lit and I can smell the dinners. All up the block you could smell that food’s been there, but it’s late. It’s dark. And I get to the corner two blocks away, and a car turns. That’s my parent… They’re driving the car. They take my bike in the car.

  They see you from the car.

  Yeah, they found me. They were out looking for me.

  And what do you say to them? What do they say to you?

  “Jill, is that you, Jill?” And they’re so relieved they’re not even mad. And I say, I tell them that I didn’t know it was so late, I didn’t know how it got to be so late. I was just reading in the park. And they say, “We’ve got the police out looking for you. We’ve been worried sick.” And they take me in the car. But they’re not really mad, they’re just so glad. And it sort of amuses them in a way, not immediately, it amuses them that I would get so lost in a book as to lose track of the time.

  (Jill Pinzarro, 9, 1957)

  Nine-year-old Karen Morgan was abducted with her brother Robby when they wandered off from a group of friends. The time was dusk, and when they missed dinner her parents were concerned.

  I can remember floating down. I came from very far away. We were very high up in the sky, it seemed to me. And when I was put down they put me down gently.

  You were with somebody?

  I think it was the little ones. I wish I could remember how I got back down. I wish I could remember how they did that… It seems like… it seems like you’re in a room, and the floor… I feel like I’m right on the open sky, you know? Like, on a stretcher.

  Are you lying, or are you standing in this situation?

  I’m lying down. I don’t know how they keep you so that you’re not cold. It’s a beautiful, beautiful starry night. And before I go I think, “Where’s Robby? Where’s Robby? Where is he? Where is he? What if they keep him? Where is he?” But then as I’m lowered down I forget it. I have this feeling of being rocked to sleep, and of being… and then they gently put me down. Here’s the trick, I guess—they put me down not where I remember having been, they put me in the wrong place, sort of. I mean, at the other end. But when they put me down, there was a period when they left, I guess. And then I really was asleep for a minute. Because when I woke up I was staring up at the stars, thinking, “Wow! That’s what it’s like to be unconscious!” Not remembering all this stuff, but just staring at the stars and not being able to take my eyes off them.

  Do you stand up then?

  No. I didn’t. It’s funny the way you remember something, but it didn’t really happen that way. At first I would have said yes, I stood up, but when I think about it I didn’t stand up. I just lay there staring at the stars. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, really. It was very cold. And then I did a very funny thing. I started feeling my body to see if I was paralyzed. And then I thought, “That’s ridiculous. You fell down and hit your head,”

  Did you go home then?

  I went right home.

  And what happened when you walked in the door.

  I was confused. I was confused.

  Did your mother say something to you?

  She said, “Where have you been? You missed dinner.” I said, “No, no, no, no. I was playing at the Murphys’ and then I hit my head, Mom, and I was unconscious. I never was unconscious before.” I said, “I really saw stars!” And she said, “Oh, that’s ridiculous. I’ve been calling and calling you. How could you have been unconscious?” I said, “But I was. I was!” I had a terrible temper as a kid. I was getting very agitated. My father came out. He said, “Where have you been? Was Robby with you?” I said, “Robby wasn’t even playing with us.” I said, “I fell and hit my head and I became unconscious. I never was unconscious before. Don’t you care? Isn’t that interesting?” I was all excited. And my father said, “When did that happen?” And then my mother took her finger and she went like that in front of my eyes to see if I could follow it [she gestures]. Because
with all the kids everyone was always hitting their heads. And she said, “You don’t seem to have a concussion.” And my father said, “Do you have a bump on your head?” And I said, “No, it doesn’t even hurt. I think I slipped on the ice.” And he said, “No, I don’t think so, Karen. You don’t just fall down and hit your head and get unconscious and jump up usually, especially if you’ve been lying outside.” I said, “But Dad, I was!” He said, “Well, if you left the Murphys’, what time did you leave the Murphys’? They’ve been in for hours!” And I said, “At dinner time, around five-thirty, five o’clock.” He said, “Well, you couldn’t have been out this long. It wouldn’t have been possible.” He said. “We’ve been so worried about you and Robby. Where is he? Where has he been?” I said, “I don’t know. He wasn’t with me—I was all alone.” I said, “Well, I really was unconscious.” That’s all I remember.