I’ve never seen an alien, grey or otherwise, but I do have a period of missing time I cannot account for.

My parents are divorced, so I would go visit my dad on weekends. He lived about 60 miles from us, and I would take back country roads to get there and back. I think I was about 17 (32 now) when this happened.

One Sunday night as I was coming back home, I suddenly found myself in my car off of the road. At first I thought I might have had a wreck, but then I realized I was in the passenger seat, not the driver’s. The car was running and all the lights were on, both interior and the headlights. At this point I started to get a little freaked out.

I got out of the car to check for damage, still thinking I must have fallen asleep and drove off the road. Nope, no damage and no signs that I lost control of the vehicle (no skid marks, etc).

I checked my watch and it was about 10:00pm; a full two hours had passed since I last noticed the time which was about 30 minutes into my drive (which only took about 1hr 15mins). I didn’t recognize the area I was in so I was really getting worried.

I got back in the car and just sat there for a few minutes trying to remember what happened and figure out where the hell I was. It was then that I noticed that the backs of my hands were sunburned. They were not before I left, and the fact that this all happened in the dead of winter made it even more odd.

I started driving and eventually came to an intersection that I recognized and then made it home. I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night as I was too shaken up and my mind was racing trying to rationalize what the fuck had occured.

The next weekend on my drive home I decided to try to find the spot where I woke up off the road. It turned out that it was just 4 or 5 miles past a turn that I normally took. There is no way in hell it would have taken me two hours to wind up there had I missed the turn.

The sunburn on my hands took a LONG time to go away. I also had a sharp pain in my solar plexus for a couple weeks after the incident.

I’ve never told my parents or anyone else about this for fear of them thinking I’m crazy. I guess the anonymity of the internet makes it a little easier to talk about .

To this day I have nightmares about being taken away.