Charn Parker: It all began in Omaha, Nebraska. I say this because it is the last city and state in which I remember living prior to a very traumatic event that took place on the outskirts of Stockton, California. What I am sharing happened at the age of five. I’m certain it happened in Omaha, because after I was given a puppy, we left Omaha. I did not have a puppy when this experience took place. Mom and I were living in the home of a Mrs. Spattarro. I have no recall of the lady herself; whether or not she had children or a husband. We might have been renting a room or Mom could have been working for her. The only thing I remember from that period in our life was ‘That’ bedroom. It was an average size room 11x14. There was a tall chest of drawers at the far end of the room and a closet. Next to the bed was a small table with a lamp on it and a little drawer. The experience that night is why I even remember the bedroom or the place we lived at that time. I have remembered that night the rest of my life; however it did not hold bad memories for me in the general sense.It was late at night, what time I do not remember, but Mom and I had already been asleep for a while. I was cuddled next to Mom. [At this point in my life there was no Dad.] I awoke and happened to glance toward the corner of the room, near the ceiling, diagonally across from the bed. There in the corner was a presence. A dark presence; more of a dark brown than a black. It began to move, perhaps I should say ‘float’, down from the ceiling and across the room. Very slowly it moved to the foot of the bed. I was not frightened. I was curious and trying to detect was it was. At this point I could not see the hands, face or feet. It appeared to have a covering like a robe, with some kind of hood or (cowl) like a monk. The hood apparently is what was preventing me from seeing it’s face. I’m certain that I must have related this presence to human; I had no reason to think otherwise. It finally stopped at the foot of the bed. It did not seem much lower to the floor than when it crossed the room so it must have just hovered behind the bed foot.
Thinking back I would say the robe and body complete made this Being about 5’ in height. It simply hovered and looked at me and I was looking right back. I wanted to see it’s face. I could tell there was something under the hood - a face or form or something. Then it raised it’s arms that were covered by it’s robe and began motioning gently for me to come to it. That was too much! I let out a frightened child’s scream. I knew it wanted me. Mom awoke immediately, “What is it?” I pointed at the figure which had lowered it’s arms and stopped motioning me to it. I don’t recall the verbal exchange between me and Mom. However, I am sure, knowing Mom, she asked me what I was seeing and what it looked like. That would have been typical of any parent. I don’t remember if I cried, but I was terribly frightened because it wanted me.
Mom then turned on the lamp that sat on our little bedside table. “ Can you still see it?” Mom asked. “Yes,” I replied. The robe had lightened some with the light being turned on. It no longer looked light brown, but a medium brown. The face and hands however were still not visible to me. It also did not appear as solid, as when the lights were off. I could not see through it, but it seemed more like an image; Not phantom or ghost like – just lighter in general. I could see a shadowy density where the hands would be. Since I told Mom I could still see it with the lights on, she probably assumed that I had spots in front of my eyes, from just awakening. She said, “let’s go wash your eyes with some cool water”. We got out of bed, I took her hand, and we headed to the bathroom. When we came back to the bedroom where the light was still on, I was holding her hand and looking down at the floor so I wouldn’t have to see it. I did glance up and it was still there. At this point it had become more of an ethereal or ghostly type image. I still could not see it’s face – if it had one. Mom asked me if I could still see it and I told her I could.
We climbed back into bed and she told me to cuddle next to her and I would be safe. I cuddled close and drew the blanket over my face. She turned out the light. A few minutes passed and she asked me, “Can you still see it?” I replied, with a “No”. I peeped out from under my protective barrier and it was gone. Mom never saw what I did. Or – did she?
There was a time in 1986 when I was speaking with Mom on the telephone. She lived in Phoenix, Arizona and I was in Arlington, Va. Though the memory was always with me I never connected anything traumatic with it, or Alien. So what I asked Mom, wasn’t to find out about an abduction. “Mom, do you remember that night in the bedroom when I saw that Presence?” She gave a long - “Ohhhhh, yeah…but do you remember the other two things that happened?” “Other two things? What do you mean Mom?” I asked. “What other two things”? “Ohhh, you don’t remember,” she rebutted . “Well, no Mom, but since you brought it up..,” “Nahhh, if you don’t remember maybe it’s better to leave it alone,” she quickly responded. “ Mom, c’mon”…. I moaned. Then the ole Mom I always respected and never repeated a wrong action with once she corrected me, got firm. “Let’s Just Drop It.” I knew to go no further. Had I pursued she would have hung up. In 1993 Mom died taking her secret and mine to her grave. Obviously whatever Mom knew, she felt it would be too traumatic to just tell me, if I didn’t already know or suspect; and her secret meant nothing to me, except what was she referring to? This was all I was to remember until 47 years later!
Was I abducted? Yes! But it took numerous experiences, watching sci-fi, and reading to discover that many of the experiences I had in life up to 1998 were starting to tell me what had occurred in my life as a child and continues to this day.
One of the scariest confirmations I had of having been abducted occurred during the period between Dec. 1998 and Jan. 1999 when I was preparing to undergo radiation treatment for anal cancer. My radiologist walked with me back to the room where I would be given my treatment. I looked at this white room, with round edged equipment and lights coming down from the ceiling, and I freaked; Dr. Mills asked me what was wrong. I told her, “it looks like the ship!” I had no idea why I was saying that. I had no memory of being on a ship. It embarrassed me. However during the course of my radiation I mad two more off the wall comments. Later in 1999 these comments were proven out to be a fact. All the comments I made about the equipment of course were documented by the attendants; Explaining how they had to reassure me that the cones being used and various instruments were perfectly safe and that I had no need to worry.
Image : Unusual marks on the lower back potentially associated with the abduction.
Image (2) : Unusual marks on the lower back potentially associated with the abduction.
Since my realization of the abduction I have often wondered if perhaps what I saw in my room was a hologram or projection of some kind to get my attention.
Billy was my name as a child; William. The name Charn was given to me by the “others.” I didn’t realize where the name was actually from the day that someone asked my name and I told them, Charn, for no reason at all. That was in 1993! Finally in 1995 I liked the name so much that I decided to change my name legally, so I came up with T. Parker – Charn T. Parker – I worked it through Numerology and it was a good vibration for me.
And to those reading this on Unexplained Mysteries; No I had never heard the name before, I had never read anything by C.S. Lewis or “The Land of Charn.”
You dont have any proof.
back in the 50's they had just stopped spoon feeding people bone marrow in an attempt to make them better!
