Through the Wall: My Eerie Encounter with Unseen Forces and the REAL Men in Black

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Some childhood memories stick with you no matter how much time passes. For me, but this one, well it wasn’t the usually warm moments or playful days that linger—it was the cold, dark nights where my imagination wasn’t the only thing stirring. What I experienced as a child around 2 or 3 defies explanation. Was it an alien abduction? A brush with another dimension? Or was my mind simply playing tricks on me? Even now, decades later, I’m still not sure. But what followed was just as strange, and it’s hard to dismiss the eerie connection to the fabled Men in Black.

It all started back when my family lived in Mobile, Alabama, within walking distance of the fairgrounds and Mobile Municipal Park, depending on which direction you walked. I vividly remember waking up one night to find strange “beings” in my bedroom. They didn’t look human—they were shadowy, hard to define and so unnatural that every part of me wanted to scream. But I couldn’t.

I wasn’t beamed up into a spaceship like the Hollywood version of alien abductions—no, it was far stranger. I was pulled out of bed and led through what I can only describe as a hole in the wall behind my chest of drawers. The chest, which I mispronounced as “chester drawers” back then, stayed with my family for years; my stepdad Bill still has it now. Yet behind it, in my bedroom, was nothing more than a solid wall—or so my parents claimed, except for a small opening at the base where the wall met the floor, no larger than a quarter.

On that night, though, it wasn’t solid. The at the base where the wall met the floor, no larger than a quarter, was somehow amplified to be big enough for me to pass through with these beings. Beyond that hole was... nothing. No walls, no objects, just an endless, still darkness. The only things visible were the beings and me. I remember the low, wavelike hum that filled the space, vibrating through the silence like an unearthly heartbeat. Wherever I was, it didn’t feel like Earth—and it didn’t feel like a spaceship. It felt like a dimension pulled out of nightmares, suspended in blackness, where I was utterly powerless.

I told my parents about the experience, terrified and desperate for them to believe me. “They came in my room,” I said, “and they go through the wall behind my chester drawers!” My dad, skeptical but willing to humor me, pulled the dresser away from the wall. “See?” he said. “Nothing’s there.” But I could still see it—the opening I’d described, the one I’d crawled through in my mind. In reality, it was impossibly small now and yet... somehow, it wasn’t then.

I had similar encounters over the years—when we moved to Florida, then later to Vegas. Yes, even in a hotel room in Vegas, I woke to find those beings pulling me from the safety of my bed. Each time, the experience was just as chilling, leaving me sleepless and terrified to be alone.

But the strangest part came after I first told my parents about these visits. A few days later, we had visitors at the house—strange men, dressed in black, talking to my parents. Even though I was really little and usuall optimistic around people even if I didn't like them, their presence felt off, unsettling in a way that’s hard to put into words. I didn’t know who they were, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t ordinary. Years later, I asked my dad about it. He brushed it off, saying it was probably preachers visiting us because my sister had probably put our address on a church registry when visiting going to church with a friend, which she did frequently. But was it really just preachers? Or had my parents been convinced—by these ominous Men in Black—that there was nothing happening, that I was simply an imaginative child?

The Men in Black have long been rumored to visit those connected to UFO sightings or abduction cases, like the infamous visit to Dr. Herbert Hopkins in 1976. The details of his story are eerie: a phone call from a non-existent UFO research group, followed by an immediate visit from a strange, hairless man dressed impeccably in black. Hopkins described his guest as robotic, with a lifeless demeanor that seemed to drain the air from the room. And when the man’s energy began to “run low,” he simply left, leaving Hopkins shaken to the core.

The MIB are nothing like Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith and are said to appear in different forms—pale and robotic or dark-skinned and foreign-looking, sometimes speaking with peculiar accents or outdated slang. They’re almost human, yet undeniably not. Their goal? To silence witnesses, dissuade researchers and obscure truths about UFOs and extraterrestrial phenomena.

Was that what happened to my family? Did the Men in Black come to our house to erase the truth about my experiences? Or were they something else entirely—an illusion, a hoax, a figment of my imagination? Even now, I can’t say for certain. But something about that hole in the wall, the beings, and those shadowy visitors feels too real to dismiss as fantasy. Over the years, I thought about trying to locate the house we lived in when this happened though I'm sure it would be like a needle in a haystack to find and even if I did, I'm sure it has been renovated since the 1970's. My friend Stig was on board to go to Mobile with me to find it in the 1990's be we just never got around to it and later on he advised we probably should leave it all in the past.

Have you ever had an encounter that defies explanation? Or maybe a chilling brush with the paranormal that left you wondering if you were truly alone? Share your stories in the comments—I’d love to hear from others who’ve faced the unexplainable. Let’s connect, swap tales and shine a light on the mysteries lurking in the dark. And if this post resonated with you—or sent a shiver down your spine—consider supporting the blog. Every contribution helps keep these stories alive and fuels more dives into the eerie and unknown. No pressure, of course—your presence here means the world to me. Here’s to uncovering the truth, one unsettling memory at a time. 🌒✨


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