Kelly Cahill - Encounter

The beings shone with a silvery glow. Their limbs were long and lanky, almost anorexic in appearance. I couldn’t see any details, like fingers or things like that.

I perceived, somehow, that the entity leading my husband away was female, although I could see nothing suggestive of her sex. It was just an impression I had.

I got up, and like Joan of Arc I ran down a slight incline and charged at the female entity. I grabbed her arm violently and turned her around. ‘Leave him alone,’ I screamed at this creature. ‘Don’t you touch him!’ I was full of anger and intense jealousy, and extremely aware of this creature’s gender.

As soon as I grabbed the entity I seemed to lose consciousness, but then came to a second later. I felt as if I had snapped out of a trance and was once again seeing clearly and feeling a crisp conscious awareness, even though I was dreaming. I found myself on the extreme right-hand side of the field, approximately 200 metres from my previous position. The craft appeared to be further down the field and to the left.

I was standing over a body that was quite still, and which at first appeared to be non-human. But the body slowly changed into a human being, a man. He looked as though he was dead.

From further down the field, near the craft, a middle-aged woman ran towards me screaming, ‘Murderess! Murderess!’ I found this word odd, because it‘s so archaic. The woman was chubby and, by her reaction, I imagined the man was related to her in some way. I didn’t know her, but I started to panic. All of my emotions were extreme at this point.

I had no recollection of doing anything except grabbing the arm of the female being to protect my husband. But there I was, with what I believed to be a dead body lying at my feet, preparing to fend off an hysterical woman who was accusing me of murder.

‘I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill him,’ I told myself as much as anyone who could hear me.

In those few endless moments I was stricken with an overpowering sense of grief and guilt. I couldn’t remember doing this. I had blacked out, but could I really have taken another human life? I was mortified. To my way of thinking, this was the greatest wrong that a person could commit, both against God and their fellow man.

‘Please tell me I didn’t do it. Somebody please tell me it isn’t true!’ I said, over and over.

I then became aware of an arm placed around my shoulder and being led away. Obediently, I allowed myself to be guided — all of my resistance had