Introduction to My Story

I was 3 years of age when it all began, so my mother told me. Before her death, we spoke at great length concerning these events. She told me that nothing they could do would keep me inside after dark. 

She said that many times she and my dad woke up in the middle of the morning to find me missing from bed, and I wasn't inside the house either. They would then go in search outside where they'd usually find me standing, looking up with my arms outstretched. 

This led them to install latches atop the doors as well as better locks. But no matter what they did, she said I always found a way outside. I guess they didn't watch the X Files (it didn't exist in 1953).

At the age of 3, I honestly had no idea what was going on. I cannot attest as to how they managed to remove me from the house the first time, but I can tell you that later in years (not much later) I remember being “summoned,” or "asked" to come out and I would comply with little argument. 

I'll speak to that issue more later into my blog. For now, I'm struggling to write and complete this initial blog post. I'm hoping it will get easier as I go.

Fred Avis, Jr.

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It's 3 a.m. in the Morning and I'm Not Alone

It's dark because it's early in the morning, probably 1953. I'm 3 years old and I'm not entirely sure why I'm standing here in the side yard. There's something going on behind me. Just now, I felt someone touch my left arm. Looking to my left, I can see a small hand with four grey fingers, but I'm unafraid.

I remember walking down the hill next to my parent's house. I vaguely recall looking over at the neighbor's house--a nice couple. The windows are dark, I'm wondering if someone on the second floor might actually be looking out the window. Nothing happens so I continue walking to where I'm at now.

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Let's spring forward to 1999. The hypnotist is asking me to look behind me and describe what I see. To do so would enable me to see the person who has just grabbed my little arm, plus anything and anyone else who might be there in the field. But try as I might, all I see is a black wall. There's something there, I know that, but I'm not able to see it.

The hypnotist told me later, after waking me up, that "someone has "planted a block in your mind," preventing me from seeing the small person standing along side me, or the means of  his arrival sitting in the field assuredly not far from where I was.

At the time I was hypnotized, I was 49 years of age.