When Stephen was 31, he was living with his first wife in a second-story condo in Southern California. His bedroom window faced the complex’s inner courtyard where the pool was.
In the winter of 1992, Stephen awoke early in the morning in bed by himself. His wife was in the kitchen.
As he lay in bed he heard the unmistakable sound of a Harley Davidson motorcycle being started up and revved repeatedly. This made no sense since it sounded like it was coming from the pool area. There was no parking there and no road inside the courtyard of this private gated community.
Stephen got out of bed angry and looked out the window to see what kind of idiot would bring a Harley into the courtyard at 5:30 in the morning and purposely wake everyone up. But when he looked, he was surprised to see nothing in the courtyard and the sound had stopped.
He went back to bed. A few minutes later the sound came back. Someone was revving a Harley again.
This time Stephen stayed in bed, trying to ignore it and it soon stopped. Then suddenly his bedroom became filled with creatures. Some were humans, some were animals and others were strange humanoid beings that weren’t fully human; all the creatures were menacing and scary and all had a shimmery quality about them. They were touching and pressing on Stephen, and the closest ones were whispering to him unintelligibly.
He felt helpless, and started to think he was losing his mind.
He struggled against the beings both mentally and physically, when suddenly they all disappeared.
Stephen started to worry about his sanity and he sought guidance from a spiritual practitioner. She told him he might be experiencing contact with an alien race.
