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My name's Lindsey Higgins.

I have held onto this story for a very long time.

My whole life, I thought I was going crazy.

But the truth is I have been taken.

I grew up in Shreveport, Louisiana.

We lived so far out, we had no neighbors.

There was nothing there. It was the sticks.

But it was definitely a loving family.

When I was about six, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.

My mother was gorgeous before the cancer.

She would model. Everybody that met her loved her.

My dad was managing a hotel,

so there was a lot of times when he was�away.

So, you�know, I spent a lot of time alone.

I could see an outline. I could see full legs.

I could see what looked to me almost kind of like a six-pack,

and they were gray.

They were really tall, and I always saw them in threes,

but I�couldn't see the face. It was kind of a blur.

Were you scared of them?

They scared the hell out of me.

And I didn't know what they were.

So, it's not uncommon for some of the people I've talked to

where there were these gray figures at the home,

but either the person would not describe the head

or refused to look at it because it was so disturbing.

So, this is�not uncommon.

At this time, my mother's breast cancer spread.

So, I knew that if I told my mother,

it would upset her

'cause she already felt guilty,

'cause she knew that she was gonna die.

Do you want to be that, you know,

kind of that asshole kid that just,

you know, your dad's struggling to make ends meet,

your mom's dying and you're going,

"Well, there's three shadow figures back there."

I just kept it quiet.

I felt better just convincing myself

it's a dream.

So then one night,

I'd gone to bed, it was a regular routine,

and the entire room just lights up.

Are you sure�you didn't dream it?

At the time, this had to be a dream.

This just had to be a dream because, I mean, this...

this is�stuff of, like, Hollywood, this is make-believe.

Let's put it this way, if she's dreaming this,

I've heard that very same dream from several�people.

The next morning, I never remembered it taking off.

I never remembered getting back in bed.

I just remember thinking,

"Maybe there's something out here

that will let me know that it was real."

And there was nothing.

And it happened several dozen times.

It was always about the same in the same ship.

It was about the same time of night.

And then at around nine years old,

I start�developing severe abdominal pain.

I mean, pain�that no nine-year-old child should have.

I just remember pain shooting

across my stomach.

It was excruciating.

They're running test after test.

And I knew�that this was not normal.

I remember when you were having stomach pains, but I didn't...

I didn't remember how it was resolved.

It was resolved that I was faking it for attention.

The doctors tell my parents,

"There's nothing wrong with her, she's perfectly fine.

We think it's all in her head.

Her mother's got cancer, and we think that this is sympathy pain."

I remember getting really angry and upset.

I was in legit pain.

At that point, the nurse is coming at me

to give me an IV.

What do you�think triggered that reaction to the needle?

Looking back at it now, I'm like, "That was a flashback."

But I didn't know how to process that.

And then two years later, my mom died.

- She was�young, too. - Yeah. She was, like...

- In her 30s. - Yeah, like, early 30s.

But...

but that was tough, but even through that, the visits kept happening.

I think in total I can recall, you know, two dozen times.

And then we moved off of the property and then we moved into town.

And everything stopped.

And I thought, "Oh, thank God, it's all tied to the land."

Because, I mean, I kept waiting for something to happen

and nothing ever did. And I thought, "I'm in the clear."

From 14 to 19,

I didn't have any other experiences.

And then at 19...

that was when everything completely...

completely changed for me.

I'm in college, and I was living by myself.

I was up late working on a paper.

And I remember seeing my fingers.

And not just that, but then you could see where it was like

I was just jerked away.

I was so confused.�I was so terrified.

I didn't know what to do.

I had to tell somebody who wasn't gonna judge me.

That's when I talked to a friend of�my parents who believed in all of this stuff.

I said, "You're the only person I've ever told."

And I start to go into the details of how. I was like, "I'm laying in bed."

And all of a sudden, she surprises me and she says,

"Let me finish that for you."

And I said...

"Finish what?" She goes, "Your story."

She said, "The wall disintegrated.

There was a ship outside,

and you were pulled upwards and pulled into the ship,

and you woke back up in your bed."

I as blown away. I was like, "How in the hell

did you know that?"

She says, "Because it's happening all over Shreveport-Bossier.

She said, "People you know, this is happening to over and over again.

You're just one of many."

That was the first time

I mean, since all this happened that I felt relief.

Like, I was scared, but by God, I felt relief 'cause�I wasn't crazy.

Somebody could corroborate my story.

So, then I started having the questions.

What did they want?

In my�opinion, they don't want you to remember what's going on.

What do you think's going on?

Let me tell you.

During that time, I would wake up with symbols on my body.

When these symbols show up on my body,

usually within a 24-hour period, they completely disappear.

You know how wildlife fishery people, they'll tag an animal in the wild,

and then they'll release it, and then they come back,

and then they check it out every so often?

I feel like that I'm a tagged animal,

being used for medical purposes.

I've had to come to terms with it because I don't wanna live in fear.

And I had to move on with my life.

And then I met Tim.

And I knew immediately that he was the one for me,

and I knew I was gonna marry him day one.

He was my Prince Charming, my everything.

But I never told him about my�experiences.

And then one day,

I get hitwith thisungodly,

unbelievable pain

that doubles me over and knocks me off my feet.

I said, "You have to take me to the emergency room. I'm dying."

No.

No, no! Please, please don't!

No! No!

Please! No!

No! No!

No! Please!

This...

It was another flashback.

I don't...

All I remember was

being in a room.

They strapped my legs open.

And this...

this metallic...

probe-looking thing is...

is jammed, like, slid into my vagina.

Oh, yeah. I mean, it...

it was so real.

That was when the doctor said,�"You're gonna have to have a hysterectomy."

When they did the hysterectomy, they said, "You had it all.

You had the fibroids. You had tumors. You had cysts. You had endometriosis."

I never had female problems a day in my life.

Tim was the first guy

that if I'd ever thought about having kids with, it would have been him.

And now I can't.

And that's kind of...

that's kind�of heart-wrenching to me.

How do you�think this is gonna stop or�?

Here's my problem.

I don't know if I can live the rest of my life like this,

not knowing, are they done with me, you know?

- 'Cause I�don't think they are. - I'm afraid for you.

I'd be scared to go to sleep if I were�you.

I don't think it's ever gonna stop.

I don't necessarily think they're gonna kill me.

No. I don't think that's their endgame.

I think that I will be studied till it's my last day.