Anonymous ID: ade195 Dec. 23, 2018, 6:18 a.m. No.4437623   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0190 >>0808 >>9773 >>0156

About 25 years ago I had a run in with something I can't explain.

I went to the bar to go check out this beautiful bartender, it was a rainy weekday night. I walked into the bar and the poor girl was frozen in fear, almost catatonic. I ordered a true Margarita, she looked at me and looked at the only other person in the bar, a very odd looking guy at the other end. He had no hair at all and huge eyes, she gave me my true Margarita and I said down the bar and sat next to him. He was wearing clothes that were brand new, just bought, A grey members only jacket. I engaged him, he looked at me and became awash in fear, his huge eyes bugged out of his head and he recoiled…it is at this moment that the memories stop..

A few days later I go back to the same bar, two men sit on each side of me and say to the bartender,

" He'll have a true Margarita."

They go one to tell me that they work for a special unit of the USAF, I said my grandfather worked for the USAF, " We know" they said.

I ask them if they are ever going to tell the people the truth about aliens etc..They said they never will, the people can't handle it. It is at this moment these memories stop from being at the bar.

The next thing I remember is getting home and seeing what looks like a greenhouse full of lights in a clearing in the woods behind my place, a greenhouse with what looks like people sitting around a table. I say to myself, " That's odd Ive been hitting 7 irons into those woods for months I got lucky by not breaking any windows…"

I try to sleep but I am overcome with this strange vibration and a voice in my head saying.." Go downstairs, go down stairs"

I finally go down stairs, when I do a light turns on in the store across the street, a 4 ft tall grey is standing in the store and he raises an arm and the light goes off….

I remember saying, " Ok that's enough" and the memories end there.

The next day I packed up and went to live in my mothers barn and read every book I could on the matter.

These were not benevolent ayys , no doubt.

And that is my story of my drink with hybrid….