more than four feet (1. 2 m), although their heads were out of proportion to their bodies and tee足 tered there as if they might fall off under their own weight. Then there were the eyes-huge, round and dark. When Linda looked into them, she felt cold-not an evil cold, but more one of scientists doing experiments with rats or mice, caring more about the outcome than about the methods they used. T hey were exp er imenting on her, too. She knew that. But her memory was fuzzy, enhanced a little by regression hy pnosis performed under the supervision of artist and UFO writer Budd Hopkins. He too lived in Manhattan, just across the city from her high-rise apartment. She had read one of his books, and then, in April 1989 , she had gotten up the courage to talk with him. From his work-hy pnotic regression and meetings with other abductees-she now under足 stood more about what was going on. There was an alien plan to develop hybrid babies formed of human genes intermixed with alien stock. It_was Frankenstein in sp acesuits. Yet, unlike the Gothic horror story, this was real life. Now, seven months later, at about 3 A. M. on November 3 0 , 1989 , the visitors had come back. She was powerless to resist them. They could take her any where they chose and do what they would. They were in her bedroom now. Horrified, she threw a pillow at one of them, but her body was numb and it fell short of its target. Then she collapsed onto the bed, completely paralyzed. In 72
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