Prepared by Brent Raynes

Minnesota Woman Haunted by Alien Memories?

Back in 1988, a woman in Minnesota wrote Aileen (Leneesa) Garoutte of the UFO Contact Center International the following letter:

“I never turned in a report or anything, not until I filled out the Omni questionnaire. I have felt fear since sending it in though. I don’t know why, from whom; but always had feeling I was told not to report any contacts or abductions, whichever they may be. At least, I now don’t feel alone anymore. Ever sense I was a kid I had seen UFO/contacts. I always thought I was dreaming, even though I knew I was awake during most times. Since I sent off the questionnaire to Omni last December though, I have had a horrible feeling of being watched at times. And I have had three, at least, figures like a person’s shadow coming toward me at night in my bedroom. The reason I say “shadow” is because it was dark in room. I could see no details of person. He looked like a shadow (dark figure) but almost solid. He was reaching out to touch me past two times he (it) appeared or came toward me, but would disappear. Last time this occurred, I finally yelled out loud from fear of realizing I was awake, and this was really happening. I felt frozen and was all I could do to muster up a weak (I thought) yell. But, I heard my son fall out of his bed onto the floor. I had awakened him. The figure disappeared before my son reached my room. I felt the figure’s presence just as strongly as if a real human were standing next to my bed. What did he want by coming to me several times thus far? Does this figure have anything to do with UFOs, or maybe the questionnaire I filled out? Doesn’t explain seeing eyes glowing or figures in my room in years past though, especially when I was a child. Back then I dreaded lights out, because I wondered if the eyes that glowed would come. I could never figure out why they picked me. Still can’t.

My husband is in the military (Navy) and has been transferred back to sea duty; after recruiting on shore duty up here for 1 _ years. I have remained behind until our home sells. É.My husband is on board a carrier Éin Norfolk (Virginia).

I do want to be hypnotized when I’m settled down in Virginia. I hope this will pull everything together, fill in the missing gaps I can’t remember. Sort out what the dreams, nightmares, memories, feelings and the frightening eyes mean, I hope. The eyes are so frightening at times, I feel like they’re able to watch or keep tabs on me. I have seen three colors of eyes; dark glassy large, red glowing, and I suppose it would be called an amber glowing that had slits instead of pupils like we do that are round. The red glowing eyes are the ones I remember seeing also in my room as a kid. I always thought I was only seeing things all my life though, plus having fantastic real like dreams from childhood. At least until I was somewhere between the age of 10-12. Then I felt it wasn’t dreams after all. They were too real.

I really became frightened by all this in the late 1960s. I lived on a ranch then at Tarpon Springs, Florida. I was married to my first husband then. The man that owned the ranch was a cattle rancher, plus building contractor. My husband worked for him at both places. So we also rented a studio apartment from him right there on the ranch. That’s also where all the most frightening experiences happened to me. The contacts happened twice. First time we saw the UFO coming down, my first husband finally ran inside, (and) left me out there alone. I couldn’t move to go in. I tried and started to, but felt someone was in between me and the door ahead. I felt it may have been up in the loft above door that went into the apartment. The studio apartment was attached to the horse stables. I could only back a little ways from the apartment, but then felt as if something were enclosing all around me. I had a feeling it was solid, but I could not see it, feel it, or touch it. I just knew something was enclosing around me. It was just something I could feel in the air space around me. It was different. I could turn around, but could not move out of this space I felt enclosed in. I remember looking up again, and last thought I remember having is its landing and its coming after me. My husband said I was gone for hours. I don’t remember anything but being back at the apartment door coming inside. That’s when he said I was gone for hours. It was either 11:45 p.m. or 12:15 a.m. then. I may have been gone for up to 5 hours. All I remember then was seeing the UFO, knowing it was going to land, then me walking back into the apartment. I had hours missing and no idea where I’d been or what I’d been doing. I felt very weird, even in a daze. I told my husband I was watching it (thought only a few minutes had passed). He said I was gone, (and) he looked for me when I didn’t come in after he did.

Oh, going back to feeling of something closing in around me when outside: I just remembered also having a chilled feeling and tingling (my skin).

I thought it strange back then (that) even my first husband was so passive about me being gone for hours. But that’s all he said about it. I was gone for hours. Where was I? He mentioned then or next day about UFO landing more. I had horrible, vivid nightmare that night. I realize now I terrified my husband. He knew why (UFO), sensed them taking me. Right now I can’t remember what all those nightmares contained. Hopefully when I’m hypnotized I can have someone jot it all down. That’s the night or time I realize now that those eyes I saw as a kid were from the UFOs I saw that night on the ranch. They must have been the same people. How did they keep track of me though?! I grew up in High Point, North Carolina. The frightening experience that happened to me in the 60s was in Tarpon Springs, Florida! I know, somehow I know, they are the same “people”. How did they find me in Florida? How have they found me here in Minnesota? I don’t know why, but now I do have a feeling the presence I feel at times, the dark figure coming toward me several times at night are “them.”

Skipping back to the ranch time, after coming back inside, my husband asking a few passive questions, I remember going to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I still remember enough about that night to remember I felt like I needed to take a shower. I slightly then at that point remember where I’d been and the “people” on the ship. I felt so funny, different places over my body. I tingled in spots like a sting from a needle somewhat, but a tingling, slightly numb/burning feeling. I didn’t feel like I needed the shower because I was dirty, but like I’d been touched, or exposed to something on the ship. I don’t think I took a shower. I can still see the eyes in my mind to this day that I saw in my nightmares, like they’ve been burned into my memory. There’s probably too much more to go into further detail now about that night and the nightmares. But that was the first remembered contact/abduction that happened on the ranch. I don’t know how much later after this first remembered incident the next one happened.

I was at the apartment alone that time, except for toddler son from first marriage (he’s grown now and doesn’t live with me). Anyway, I felt like I was being watched and was terrified. I had never been afraid there alone before. I felt I had to get out of there. I gathered my kid, ran to my husband’s (he’d taken my car). The wagon wouldn’t start. I felt panic. I could hear what ever it was coming for me. All I could think of is not again and so on. It had a mechanical sound I thought of a robot later by the sound it made walking. It’s weird. In the apartment I felt like a “bear” was after me. Was this thought placed there to get me outside? The noise was so close to the wagon, I laid down over on the seat, over son protecting him. He never made a noise (son) through all this. The noise stopped, the wagon still wouldn’t start. I had to make it back to the apartment and lock myself in. When I got out of wagon though, I heard the footsteps again. I ran. I wonder now after all these years, if I had more missing time “within time span” of getting into/out of wagon. To make things shorter about this; I got in apartment, hid in shower until husband came home. Told him what happened. He started wagon, of course. I had nightmares again, but with something different added then. These nightmares were also so weird I tried to dismiss them. They contained a lot of same nightmares I’d had before, but added this time was I had kids by these people and they were bringing me back to earth. They keep the kids of past contacts, but I felt they had just taken another one. Was I only seeing/dreaming what they wanted me to see or believe? But in the nightmare I also had a husband on that ship. Kids were his. Why would I have such horrible nightmares? Seeing a UFO is one thing, but having nightmares also about having saucer kids/husband is another; outlandish by human terms. Maybe this is a form of thought control only in order to keep me from telling anyone official about UFOs and contact with “them”?

Has anyone you know of had such horrible dreams and nightmares? The only report I’ve ever filled out was the Omni questionnaire. That’s only because things seem to be happening again since we were transferred to Minnesota. My husband was still here when the figure came toward me at night. I could get him awake. Now that husband is in Norfolk, being alone with this happening frightens me. Mostly at night. I wonder each night if it will happen again. I have even started staying awake from anywhere between 2-4 a.m. in hopes to not have any dreams or see anyone coming toward me. I have wondered what this “figure” wants though. What if it doesn’t disappear. Any answers?

PS: When my mom was up visiting she saw something white like an object/figure floating across livingroom. Anything to do with person/thing I see?

Editor’s Note: Though Leneesa no longer directs the U.F.O.C.C.I. or edits its magazine

The Missing Link, she nonetheless does continue to contribute an informative web site devoted to many interesting reports. Log on at: http://ufoexperiences.blogspot.com/

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