Hello there. I've been meaning to ring about this for quite some time now. My name's Margaret, I'm calling from Gloucester. I'm eighty-two years old, and what I'm about to tell you happened when I was sixty-five. That would have been 2003. June of 2003, to be specific. I was living alone at the time. My husband had passed two years prior, and my daughter was living in London. I had a small cottage just outside Cheltenham, lovely place, quiet. The garden backed onto open fields. Miles of nothing but grass and sheep. I'd always been a light sleeper, you see. That particular night I woke around half past two. Something had disturbed me, though I couldn't say what. The bedroom was filled with this pale blue light. Not moonlight, I know moonlight. This was different. Colder. Coming through the window from outside.
I got out of bed and went to the window. And that's the thing, there was something hovering over the back field. Perhaps fifty meters from the house. Disc-shaped, absolutely massive. Had to be at least twenty meters across. Rotating slowly, covered in lights that pulsed in sequence. The blue light was coming from underneath it. A beam, wide as a lorry, pointing straight down at the ground. I could see the grass bending away from it, like it was pushing down with force. There was no sound. Not a whisper. The whole world had gone silent. I should have been frightened, I suppose. But I wasn't. I felt calm. Curious, even. I opened the window to get a better look, and the moment I did, the beam shifted. Moved across the field toward the house. Toward me. I tried to step back, but my legs wouldn't respond. I was frozen there, watching it come closer.
The light hit me. Passed right through the window, through me. I felt this tingling sensation, starting at my feet and moving up my entire body. Like thousands of tiny needles, but not painful. Almost pleasant, in a strange way. And then I was moving. Floating. Lifted right out of my bedroom. I passed through the window as if it wasn't there. Rose up into the night air. I could see my cottage below me, getting smaller. The fields spreading out in all directions. The beam was carrying me upward, toward the craft. As I got closer, I could see an opening in the bottom. A circular hatch, maybe three meters wide. I went through it, and suddenly I was inside. Standing, or floating, I couldn't quite tell which, in a circular room. The walls were smooth, metallic, with a slight curve to them. Illuminated by that same blue-white light, though I couldn't see where it was coming from. And I mean, the air smelled strange. Like ozone mixed with something sweet. Medicinal.
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