The Faceless Ones

by Kay Wilson

I had a difficult encounter experience the night of August 8, 1995, and the following day and night I continued to feel the Beings' presence. My husband Erik was out of town on a business trip so I came up with an idea: I decided that I would try to fool the Beings. Before I went to bed that night, I slid the couch in front of the front door and turned on the alarm. I then proceeded to make a makeshift bed under our dining room table in the dining room next to the family room where our pets slept because that was the most unusual location I could think of to sleep that night.

It was also during this time that I was working on a videotaping experiment with hopes of capturing an ET image on film, so I put a tape in the VCR upstairs in my bedroom and turned on the night-light like I always did when I taped at night. [1] I turned the VCR to "record" and turned the overhead light off. I tried to keep a mental image of myself of being in bed in our upstairs bedroom while I walked downstairs to the dining room and got under the table. I made sure my Nikon 'point and shoot' camera was next to me. The time was approximately 11:45 p.m.

I was scared because I had been sensing the aliens all day and by the time I went to bed it was stronger. I started praying, holding my oldest cat next to me. [2] He didn't want to stay with me and after a little while, he left. I got up to go to the bathroom and got back into my makeshift bed under the table. That's when it began.

I immediately felt the Beings very close to me so I lifted myself up and tried to take a photograph of them - I was shooting blind. The camera wouldn't work. It was dead. The flash wouldn't work - nothing. The next thing I knew I was on my stomach talking into a black rectangular box. I was talking to a friend of mine named Karen who lives in Colorado. I needed to hear her voice. I was scared. I think I was telling her or trying to tell her the aliens were there with me. Then I realized I was no longer under the table, but was still trying to take a photograph of the Beings. I believe the aliens were trying to implant a screen memory into my mind of me still being under the table and my camera actually being a phone, so I would stop trying to take photographs of them.

I got up and walked in front of the alarm system keypad and saw that it was fading in and out. Everything around me was turning black. I looked outside and there was no light, even though I kept  three lights on outside at night. They light up the front of our house almost like daylight. The lights were off. Everything was black. I walked back toward the alarm system and then I looked at the garage door (three feet away) and I told myself,

"No, I won't touch it. I won't open it - it's not open..."

I looked at the alarm keypad again and saw that it was still on, but the lights were fading to the point where they were almost black. I kept telling myself,

"I'm not going! I'm not going!"

The alien presence was all around me and it was powerful.

The next thing I remembered was being back under the table in my makeshift bed. I felt paralyzed and my pulse was racing. My heart was pounding as if I had been running, but I was actually terrified.

Then I felt myself coming out of it. I heard my dog waging her tail while she was laying on the floor in the room adjacent to me. Her tail was thumping against the floor and I realized that something had awakened her. She brought me out of the paralysis.

When I was just able to move, I grabbed my camera and shot a picture off toward my right. The camera and the flash worked! I didn't see any aliens, but I felt their presence. It was strong. I got up and began taking pictures even though I didn't see anything. I promised myself the next time I felt their presence I would take pictures whether I actually saw them or not. I continued to walk through the house taking pictures even though I was terrified. I felt that the Beings were still in my house. Shaking and terrified, I continued walking through the house. As I walked upstairs, I turned on all the lights and took pictures. I took seven photographs of different rooms. [3]

After walking through each room of the house, I went into my bedroom and saw that my cat was in there. He was very excited and very 'talkative.' I got some water, picked up my cat, and sat down on the bed and started talking into the camera that I had left on. I thought I would try to record my emotional state and document what had occurred.

I stated aloud everything that had just happened. I don't think I would have remembered everything had I not come out of it exactly when I did. As I was talking, I felt the memories slipping away, but I forced myself to say what occurred out loud. I then decided to write everything down so I went into my office and turned on my computer.

As I waited for the computer to boot, I thought about my more recent experiences with the Beings. It was difficult for me to understand how this experience, the experience the night before, and what happened on 7-30-95 could feel so different from my experiences over the previous three months. [4] While I was typing how I felt, the following occurred:

From my journal:

"Something just happened. I feel as if I'm drugged all of the sudden. It's now 2:20 a.m. and I'm getting very dizzy. I heard a noise in the hallway and I got up to investigate and the room went 'wavy.' They must still be nearby. I can't believe this. These aliens are definitely different from the Beings I've been interacting with this year. I hate them. I hate their presence. They are not positive.

Erik is out of town and I'm alone. I don't have anyone I can talk to, although I want to call someone right now in the middle of the night. I'm going to take my camera with me to every room I go to tonight. I would go outside to look around, but I'm afraid for my pets. I'm not going to open any exterior doors - I just saw a shadow in the hallway..."

I called Erik at 3:00 a.m. since he was on the East Coast and told him everything that happened. It was wonderful to be able to hear his voice. I waited until the sun rose and until I heard the roar of the traffic before I allowed myself to fall asleep on the couch, surrounded by my pets.

After only a couple of hours of sleep, I got up and went upstairs to check on the tape that had been recording all night. I was angry when I discovered that the tape had only recorded a blue screen. Once again, something had interfered with the signal from the camera to the VCR. That 'something' was real and it had come into my home and not only affected me, but my Nikon camera as well as my VCR and the miniature camera I was using to tape with at night.

Flash-Back

Ten days after this experience I had a flash-back to what occurred that night. It appears that even though I succeeded in not leaving my house, these particular Beings were able to get something out of me during their 'visit.' I believe this occurred when I went to look out of the window. From my journal:

"I had a flash-back to what occurred on August 9th: I was fighting a young black male intruder who had apparently come through my front door. However, I know this is impossible because the couch was there. It was a 'scenario' that was imposed or impressed into my mind by the aliens.

The black male and I were both holding onto a loaded gun and we were struggling. We both fell to the floor. I then got the gun out of his hands and began hitting him over the head with the handle of the gun. At that moment, I looked up and saw seven to eight Beings wearing long gray robes with hoods. They were very tall (6-7 feet) and they were floating (stationary) in our living room. I could feel that they were in telepathic contact with me and that they were 'absorbing' my experience.

Their presence was all-powerful, negative, and unfeeling. I went back to hitting the young man until I realized he was dead. Then he became a small black dog. At this point, I was looking out of the window that faced the driveway, just as I had that night when I noticed that everything outside was all black. As I looked down at the black dog, I was grief stricken, and for a moment it seemed as if the wall was gone. I was feeling profound sadness about killing the dog and one of the Beings telepathically told me, 'Don't worry. That breed of dog is very dangerous,' as if it were somehow appropriate to kill it. [5]

My mind began screaming out - 'It wasn't appropriate to kill the young man or the dog!' I felt repulsed by these Beings. What they had done to me was nothing short of a 'mind rape.' It was devastating."

I now believe that when I walked over to the window and looked out and saw that everything was black outside - in other words, the total absence of light - that these seven to eight Beings were hovering in my living room just as they are pictured in this illustration. It is possible that they implanted this scenario simply to absorb my emotional responses to my situation. I am certain that whatever they came for was accomplished during this time-frame.

Who Were They?

Over the next year and-a-half, I was able to speak with about fifteen people who had experiences with robed, hooded Beings. Only one person described them as friendly. When I asked each person what their faces looked like the response was always the same: "Oh - they have no faces."

These cowardly beings who hide behind capes and hoods, who manipulate our minds and who have the ability to communicate with us, but convey little meaningful dialogue - are indeed faceless.

[1] For the complete article about this videotaping experiment, please refer to Videotaping Those Elusive Aliens under "Articles" on this Web site. Although this experiment ended on June 7, 1995, I continued to tape from time to time over the next few months. However, since I did not tape every night, I could not include these other dates as part of the official experiment.

[2] All of our pets sleep together except for the oldest cat who sleeps in our bedroom at night.

[3] The photographs did not show anything except for some unusual lighted areas in a few of the pictures. I noticed that when the flash went off it seemed different, as if the light was a different color or intensity.

[4] The 7-30-95 experience is published in Project Open Mind. Refer to Part Seven, Some Of Them Were Military.

[5] The dog was a black, mixed breed with short hair. I would classify it as a medium-small to medium sized dog.

Copyright ©1995-1997, Kay Wilson