The story of a Muscovite, which was abducted by aliens and cured her bad leg

In 1994 in Moscow flew an American psychologist Boris Landa (formerly moved to the US from the Soviet Union). He was very interested in the subject of UFOs and aliens, that in those years in the post-Soviet press discussed particularly active. Many probably remember the numerous reports of UFO and come out on the pages of Newspapers. But the psychologist was particularly drawn to the theme of alien abduction and he wanted to meet with the Russians, who claimed that they were abducted by aliens and held over them a strange operation. Landa met with Russian researchers of anomalous phenomena, including UFO researcher Vladimir Agai, who described the following story in one of his books.

Azhazha Lande organized a meeting with two women who have suffered from the actions of the aliens. One of them was a girl Natasha (her surname is not called), which worked in some Moscow Institute. The psychologist asked Natasha's permission to use her hypnosis to learn the details of her abduction, and finally she sat back in the chair, closed his eyes and began the session.

Landa began to ask the girl questions.

— What woke you up that night?

Voice, male, pleasant, called to the balcony. Don't remember how I up and walked the corridor. Was in the kitchen, in the corner by the door from the side where the hinges. Rather, on the wall near the ceiling, because I saw the kitchen itself. In a homemade dress. Go to the balcony.

— In a dress? You did?

— No. Slept in a nightgown. How do dress? I do not know. I went to the balcony. I was cold, it was September...

Wait. I'll go back. You said you were under the ceiling and see myself in the kitchen. So where are you?

— I was upstairs, watched and waited. Yourself.

— How you felt?

— Something light, weightless. My vision was there. And that I walked through the kitchen, which was an inanimate doll. On the balcony we are connected. From the cold, I grabbed her arms and ducked down so as not to Bang on the bar for clothes.

— You want to go on the balcony?

— It was necessary. I didn't resist. They said they will show their planet.

— Who are "they"?

— I don't know... Nobody was there.

— What did you see?

— Our street. Night. House with lights. Construction crane. I was told to look North. Hung the ball more the full moon is beautiful, shimmering pink-yellow light. — What else did you see? — At the time, nothing more. I woke up in my bed, in the shirt. A few days later I got there...

— .

— Somewhere... I was led down the path. Everything was dark, black sky. But you can see everything. The track in the stones, rows of dark green bushes trimmed, with small leaves, similar to tea.

— You said "were". Who was driving?

— A creature, half my height, black, shapeless, like body ink. I think it was holding my hand, but the feeling of his hand was not — nothing.

— Where did you go?

— In front of a bright dazzling white houses. With high antennas. Large Windows. The glass was opaque. On the threshold of the BLOB disappeared. I was left alone in the brown room. I knew someone in there, he could hear voices, mumbling. They are somewhere behind the doors were doing their thing. We each other did not take. Kind of a depressing experience. I was alone, I wanted to leave, but without blots could not. Finally the voice said, "So we live". BLOB I took to the street outside...

— Natasha, and what was with the leg?

— It's scary. Do not want to remember. Face Natasha tensed, closed his eyes flowed with tears. But she kept saying, I again saw myself from the corner of the wall, from the top. Saw the green room and herself with her hair, twisted into something white, but not in my clothes. I'm lying on the table, my hands are free. I got there, and we — the one that watched and the one that was on the table — merged. And I felt panic. I wanted to stand up, to leave, but I couldn't. I said, "You must".

— Who said that?

I do not know. No one was in the green room, but I saw a long, 20 centimeters, the metal rod as a pencil. It seemed to have passed each other hands like a surgeons tool. But I have not seen. Then in front of me dropped the green curtain and said, "don't need to see it." I felt my feet there, behind the curtain, bent at the knees and hang over the table. And a wild pain in his right leg. The pain is unbearable. In the leg, into the bone from the knees to the ankle, drive this pin. Such pain can not imagine, she was real.

— And then?

Nothing. Way back I never see. Woke up this morning in bed. The foot does not hurt, just was kind of heavy. I didn't want to look at it.

And before something happened to the leg?

— It is in fact I was sick a long time. I grew up figure skating. When I laced up the shoes, it was painful. Right — jog. The pain became so disturbed, that in 18 years I left to skate. The leg hurt when he put on narrow boots when touched. But I ran, walked, rolled with the pain, the doctor is not addressed and parents were afraid to speak.

Now pain?

— No. Passed. And there is no trace. But that pain and fear... And the feeling that nothing I can do, I'm a foreign power and don't know what will... I drive this memory.

Cheeks Natasha again tears rolled, and Boris Landa made her open her eyes. She gradually came to himself, tried to smile.

— I'm still there, in the green room...

— You'll feel better, you are freed from... From what? Memories? Feel? Sleep? When the girl after the session said goodbye to Landa and ufologist of the Agai, the psychologist said that the girl told him that it was something else, but what she'll never tell — too scary. Landa was sure that after another few sessions of hypnosis the girl will tell him this part, but did they yet - unknown, experienced more about this is not mentioned.

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