Hey, everybody. This is this week's episode for the members and this is a very dramatic story from Ryan. It's a very long story. We talked for almost two hours about his experience with him and his brother.

They were being visited by some type of entities. You want to call him grays. Go ahead and call him grays. They resemble grays very much, but they went through together in their home together.

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I wake up and I realize that I can't move, but it's more than I can move. There is a hand that feels like it's holding me down and it's on the lower end of my bat.

My head is facing the wall, so I cannot see anything particularly. I do see basically four tall slender shadows of what would be the shadows of four very tall slender figures that would be staming behind me essentially.

But what I feel on my back and it is so visceral and it's so real is it's a very slender hand. It's a very long hand and this hand stretches from like hip to hip across my entire back.

This was I cannot move and this thing I can feel the texture of its skin against me. This thing is physical. And so I am immediately in fear panic mode.

And I can hear myself like panic breathing. So I'm like freaking out. But in my head I'm just trying to stay calm. And I'm just telling myself, just like you've got this. You're better than this. You're stronger than this. Get up. Get up.

I'm trying to coach myself. And it probably only lasted maybe a minute. Give or take. But obviously in this moment this felt like an eternity. And I'm just get up. Get up. You have to get up. You're stronger than this.

You're mentally strong. You can handle this. You can face this. Get up. And then I can start to actually feel even though it's like an awkward position because it's the top of my hands against the mattress. Start to push myself up.

And when that happens, the hand begins to slide down my back on to my ass essentially, which oddly enough at that time I went to bed with clothes on, but there was there was no pushing any clothes off. It was seamless. So apparently I was naked or it would seem as such.

But the feeling, the discerral feeling of this thing, and I don't know if it was trying to move its hand down to the point where I was being lifted like to cover the cover of the area to make sure that wherever I was getting myself up that it could push me back down.

But just this sensation of knowing this thing was now moving. This was real. It was here and it was keeping me down. I lost it. I lost it. And I mean that panic breathing it immediately went to sheer tear.

And I just realized I just popped. I popped like a balloon. And I was out. I blacked out. But right before I blacked out, these things talked to themselves.

And that's what I take it at because right before I blacked out, I heard them go, you've ever seen the movie signs straight up like signs. They clicked at each other. And then I blacked out.

Really? Yes. For four shadows, for four figures against the wall, I heard four distinct clicks amongst themselves. And then I popped and I was out. I blacked out.

But then when I came to my immediate reaction, I come burrowing out the bedroom. And I mean, I've got streamers coming down my face. I am just, I'm a mess.

And my brother immediately shoots up from the couch, points at me and goes, I knew they were coming for you tonight.

You didn't?! Char術azz!

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