I don’t remember anything. All I do remember is being knocked out on my bed at home.Now I’m in a white room, in a white bed, with a man about 6ft tall dressed in white as well. He’s talking in a mild voice which scares me. I try to move my arms but unfortunately, they are strapped down along with my legs which worries me. I feel the presence of “it” in the room. The lights are dimmed and my vision goes languid so it’s hard to see.But I know “it” is here. The first time I encountered “it” was the late summer of 1996. I was walking in the forest behind my house on Timberlate Cove. After being … [Read more...] about Your Time Is Up