SIGHTING: LITTLEFORT, BRITISH COLUMBIA (CANADA)

Witness Testimony

"I was working alone finishing a house at a fairly remote area, keeping my own hours. the house had wood heat. the time was mid winter with a foot of compact snow on the ground. i worked out of a small wood shop close to the house. my schedule was somewhat erratic so i kept a log book of what type of work was done and how many hours labor i had performed each day. this book was updated daily or at least every other day. i had been working there about 5 weeks. i had been off to town the previous weekend (picking up supplies) and had returned sunday night. monday i was working in the shop and things were going well. the next thing i was standing in the house, confused as if i had just come out of a fog. i did not recall how i got there, i just seemed to appear. the house looked dusty and un-lived in, like when you come home from a holiday and no one has been around. i felt i could not get my bearings as if i had just had an electric shock. i could not figure out what day it is. i turned on the radio and it was friday morning, about 10:30 am. i tried to reason out what was going on, to get my bearings and i could not. oddly my log book was open to that day; friday. "what had i been doing?" i asked myself. i turned the book to thursday and there was nothing written. "oh well" i said to myself; this occasionally happened, usually i write every day. i turned to wednesday; nothing. i was starting to worry, i had never missed two days before. i turned to tuesday and nothing, monday nothing. i went to the previous friday (before going to town) and looked at the work written. this was the last work done. i could remember nothing from monday noon. i checked the shop and everything was as it should be as of monday. nothing has been done since monday noon. back to the house. the food i packed in the fridge sunday night had not been touched, the firewood i stacked sunday night against the house was there so there was no wood burnt, yet the house was not freezing. the house was in a state of stasis, not cold but not warm. i examined myself and i was warm and dry (i had not been out in the snow). i looked at my vehicle and the tracks in the snow. i could see that i had not driven since sunday and no one had driven in. there were no footprints in the snow but mine. i was not hungry or dehydrated, yet i was wearing the same clothes as i was on monday. i was not smelly or dirty. i now feel that i was under a post-hypnotic suggestion because a voice in my head said over and over "i must have been here working....I must have been here working.... on and on. within an hour of appearing back on monday i falsely wrote in work hours for the missing four days. this still bothers me since i pride myself on my honesty. during the writing i knew i had not done the work, because there was nothing done. the work was linear, one step after another and i was clearly inventing false labor. yet i continued. i kept this log book for years, yet my falsehood was so effective that i could not identify which week this occurred! eventually i threw the book out since i could not decipher it and it just bothered me more. life went on and i convinced myself that it had just been fatigue, in spite of the surrounding evidence. six months later i had a dream where i was back and i knew it was the monday of the event. i was in my shop and a voice in my head told me that i should go to the lake. it seemed like it was my idea. i walked to the lake and looked up. there was a hole in the sky somewhat like an enormous saturn. it was as if i could see through to the stars as if a portal. the "stars" were brilliant and dense. i was confused as to what i was seeing; not a solid object but a void. i stared then the thought came "i'm seeing a ufo! i was happy and excited, i had always wanted to see one! the millisecond i had the thought, an electric shock shot through me from my head to my toes and i was awake sitting up in my bed. this all happened at the same time. i immediately realized that i knew what happened the winter before. oddly enough i had not even been dwelling on it much. "