abduction...

it was around 4:30 in the morning on a tuesday in november, when the abduction took place. i was in little-rock, arkansas in the year 1968 at my cousins house. we had been up all night looking up at the stars and conversing. my cousin, ray, had spotted this oddly shaped glowing object in the sky. he pointed it out, and after that, i just remember being strapped down to this stretcher sort of thing completely nude. this very bright light was over me, so i couldn't make out what the beings faces looked like, but i knew that they were there. i looked over to my left, and i seen my cousin strapped down and also completely nude. i tried yelling his name, but he couldn't hear me...i couldn't even hear myself. it was very weird, it was like time was slowed down. seconds felt like minutes...and minutes felt like hours. i kept yelling for help, of course later on i realized it was no use, and i guess the beings,what ever they are, were tired of my yelling, so they poked me with some oddly shaped syringe and i wasn't able to move my mouth after that. they kept touching my body with their cold and dull fingers, or what ever they had for hands and all i could do was cry. i looked over to my cousin again, and what i saw was unbelievable! they had opened up my cousins back, and they were sticking some weird objects into his spine. despite the fact my mouth couldn't move, i could still hear. i could hear my cousin screaming in terrible agony as they were poking at his spine...but why couldn't he hear me? everything went black, and before i woke up, i felt a burning/poking sensation throughout my entire body, then i woke up...completely dressed, on the grass in the backyard of my cousins house. he was already awake when i woke up. he just sat there, terrified of what we concluded, later on , as an abduction. the next day, we went to the police station and tried to convince them that we were abducted. they just looked at us, and said that we need to see a therapist. we argued, and argued, and argued, until, we ended up in a psychiatric ward, where we stayed for 4 long years. in 1972, i was released from the ward...unfortunately, my cousin is still in the psychiatric ward and it doesn't look like he is coming out any time soon...i still visit him, but the visit is always cut short because he is still living in that same day that the abduction happened. the doctor said that he is in a permanent state of psychosis and will probably remain like that for the rest of his life...and he still has the scar on his back...