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 It was a Friday, February 24th, so a calendar would let me know the exact year. In broad daylight going into my grocery, I saw a woman that was unreal in her beauty. Wearing a full length dark mink coat, had on gloves and was carrying keys and a small brown paper sack (the grocery doesn't have bags that small). I looked at her and thought "oh my God, she is so beautiful. I wonder where she is from" At the exact instant that I thought that, she looked directly at me and her eyes started to shake (or vibrate) and at the same time they started to move back and forth. It scared the )*(*)*( out of me. I nearly went into shock. I am making this a short story rather than going into detail. As I entered the automated door, I looked back at her and she was bent over looking at me and looked monstrous. I know this sounds unbelievable but it happened. It scared me so badly that I was hysterical that evening and a few days afterwards. It scared my husband and he insisted on upgrading our alarm system (like that would help). I wrote to Jim Marrs and he gave me a title of a book by Ingo Swann "Penetration" that told of a similar story. Except in that book, the woman didn't make eye contact. The woman that I saw was "on to me knowing something wasn't right". Nobody dressed like that in our area. And also, as I was standing in the checkout line I saw her backing out of a parking space and she was driving a dirty looking four door sedan economy car. This woman looked like she should be stepping into a Rolls Royce. She was perfect looking. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect features. Unreal. Hair looked to be twenty shades of blonde. It didn't look like a wig. I was only going in for a box of jello that I needed for a dessert recipe. After seeing her and having the interaction, I was in shock and even embarrassed because of her looking at me and then becoming very scary looking. It seemed that nobody else was even aware of it happening. It was about 3 p.m. on a Friday and normally crowded. I'll never forget the incident as long as I live. Ever. [Please contact Debra if think you may have some answers to her experiences.]
Originally published in Project X Newsletter #85
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