My encounter with aliens: Part 4

Well, it appears that I am just not going to get an approval or denial to talk about Gray 7, so for now, I'll have to leave out the specifics. What I can tell you is that, if you go here and look at 2007 UFO reports, then you will see a belt of dense sighting close to the east coast. It is within this belt that Gray 7 is located.

It was nearly two years before I knew anything about Gray 7. Every time I think back to my first encounter, I remember waking up in the hay field next to my grandpa's tractor, maybe because it was the most peaceful time I had in the months that followed. When I woke up, I was hot and a little sun burned, and was not too sure if the events of the previous night really happened. Almost immediately I wondered, "How did I get out here?". Like an idiot I had to go back to the area I thought I was the night before, except not alone. I wanted to bring my grandpa, but didn't want to be laughed at in case I was wrong. So I asked him to show me where the apple tree was, as if I forgot, but it worked. The place I wanted to look at was on the way to the apple tree, and when I passed it, there were some broken limbs but nothing like what I remembered the night before. The memory of being there started fading too, and I began to wonder if I was actually there a long time ago instead. I didn't notice any foot prints or anything. That was the end of the story until a few days later.

My shoulder started hurting, but I was helping my grandpa with the hay, so I didn't think too much about it. My grandma put some weird witch hazel home remedy cream on my shoulder, didn't seem to help much, but then it went away just as fast as it started. I thought that was really odd, but oh well, it didn't hurt any more. The next day I went fishing under the bridge, not the train tracks, this was a regular small bridge over the stream on the other side of the property. It was a good place for catching trout. I found a nice big rock under the bridge in the shade, sat down, and casted my line in. I was sitting there watching my bobber intently because I knew any minute a fish would bite, it was like gambling fever. Then all the sudden, my shoulder started to hurt again. A few minutes later I heard a rock falling and looked at the other side of the bridge, same side of the stream and I was on, I thought a bear was looking at me. Then I was frozen solid, my blood turned cold, it wasn't a bear. It was a pitch black figure looking at me, bigger than a huge dog, humanoid with big eyes staring at me. I was trying to justify what it might be, a burnt dog, no, it was humanoid, it just couldn't be what I was looking at. Then it spun around and ran up on top of the road. I didn't know what to do then, I thought maybe it was running across the road and back down on my side, or maybe it was waiting on the same side. So I jumped up and got in the middle under the bridge. I stood there for what felt like an hour, listening for any sound, I didn't know what that thing was. Finally I made my way slowly to the top. I didn't see anything at all. I searched around awhile and noticed two things, one there was no trace of whatever it was, and two, my shoulder didn't hurt anymore. That was my second encounter and my link to when they were around, but I did not get to test that theory for another couple weeks.