"Dear Mr. Strickler,

Wow – I really feel weird writing this email. I am a sensible, 65 year old woman. However, my daughter, grounded in all things she can see and touch, would tell you I have one of the most open minds she’s ever run across. I do have more of a willingness to approach things with an open mind because of my own experiences. I found you quite by accident after getting one of your books through Kindle Unlimited, and I thought how wonderful that people can reach out to you and tell you about their experiences without fear of harsh judgment.

Well – here goes - I had an experience in 1993 that has bothered me ever since. My husband was involved but didn’t see anything even though he was in the bed next to me. The only person I told was my personal physician the very next day.

At the time, we lived in a two story house on a dead end cul-de-sac in Seattle, Washington - about 5 miles from the Sea-Tac Airport. It was some time in late October or early November of 1993. It occurred in the middle of the night (about 2am). My husband and I were asleep – I was on the side of the bed facing the outer bedroom wall, and my husband was asleep next to me. I woke up and rolled over bringing the bedroom doorway into my view. The hall light was on outside the bedroom so I had a clear view of the doorway. I saw “something” standing in the bedroom doorway. It was very tall and I got the vague outline of some kind of robe-like clothing. I sat straight up in bed, grabbed my husband’s arm and shook him, shouting “there’s something in the doorway!” My husband bolted up out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat he kept next to the headboard, but as soon as I had shouted out - the “thing” was gone – just gone. I was near hysterical and it took a while for my husband to calm me down. I told him I had seen something in the door way. He checked the house but of course there was nothing there. Everything was locked up tight. I felt like I was losing my mind. I apologized for scaring him like that and waking him up yelling. I don’t really remember anything about the rest of that night except that I was very upset and couldn’t get back to sleep. I was very, very scared. I knew I had seen something. I didn’t trust that if I went back to sleep that it wouldn’t come back.

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