I’ve Been Missing Since August of 2014, This is What’s Happened Since My Last Journaled ‘Experience’

To begin with, my name is Samuel Terrence. I was a college dropout living a pretty sad life with my parents until a blackout that occurred in 2014.
I recently posted a journal entry titled ‘Blackout – 8/15/14’ that detailed a handful of weeks that would be the beginning of a bizarre string of events; events that, even now, have a hard time coming to focus in my mind. In this forum, I’ll do my best to remember any and all occurrences within the past ten years. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll write what’s stuck out to me.
To begin with—
I have to be careful with what I talk about.
I don’t know why they didn’t wipe my laptop’s hard drive, so don’t ask me.
And if my memory is right, Dick Cheney is satan incarnate.

My last update was cryptic—a standalone post that gained a bit of traction. It’s taken a few months since my ‘reappearance’ to recall, reflect, and do some research placing into perspective what exactly I’ve been through—hence the wait.
In 2014, I began to journal a bizarre experience I was having during a blackout. Somehow, after this blackout hit my hometown, I found myself completely alone. No people, animals, or outside connections. From what I remember and have recorded, almost everything living had disappeared without my knowing. A mean windstorm had hovered in the vicinity of my town for as long as I was experiencing this phenomenon. Looking back, I would have gone mad if it hadn’t been for a Walkie-Talkie system that somehow broke through my isolation and put me in contact with my friend, Laure. I came to find out he was experiencing the exact same thing that I was. After some time of talking, we both witnessed and came into close contact with a set of rectangular-shaped objects that made us both physically ill. I was somehow able to escape(?) this situation.
To answer an obvious question early on, Laure is still missing to this day. I haven’t talked directly to his family as of the time I’m writing this, but I’ve been aiding in his search the best I can.

On the flipside, the official story of the blackout goes like this—
On August 15th, 2014, a blackout hit my city. It was resolved within the next four days. Supposedly, crime rates ‘rose’ due to the loss of power, and turned into what authorities dubbed as a series of ‘connected kidnappings’. Five other people besides Laure and I went missing between August 15th and 18th.
Strange enough, law enforcement has stacks of files about sporadic and impossible burglaries occurring within this time frame. Some, according to reports, happened within the turn of a head and back. Other residents complained about sets of unmarked vehicles blocking roads, most of these roads leading into the hills surrounding the city. Said residents also reported seeing smoke rising from far behind these blocked roads.

I am the first and only missing person from this period to be accounted for; given, ten years later.
I was found, according to my mother, on the outskirts of my town by a drainage pipe. I was in a comatose state. I pushed for more details, and she said I was also found clean, well-kempt, with my old backpack, and wearing a set of clothes I would have worn any other day as she last remembered. This was in September of 2024.
My first solid memory in a long time was waking up in a hospital to a nurse tending to my vitals. There was a dried-out playdough-popsicle-stick figurine on the window to my right (Bob). I was conscious again only two days after my retrieval. Come to find out I had been reported missing for ten years, my parents had divorced, and I was presumed dead after half a year of searching.
Now, I’m in my early thirties.

My mother was the first to rush by. She cried, a lot. My father came next, and he scolded me, a little. It was so weird seeing them with a decade more of life than I had last seen them with. I greeted them as though I had just woken up from a long nap.
The doctors were surprised, under the assumption I had been unconscious for so long, that I had retained my speech and motor skills down to a tea.
After the world was assured that I was well enough to pick on, the questions came. First my parents, then the police, then whoever else was interested.
‘What do you remember?’ My response was that I simply didn’t know. This was a partial lie.
After the questions came an embarrassing physical exam, something I’d imagine they would have done if I was unconscious anyway. They found slight traces of burn trauma covering most of my body, an array of heart problems only beginning with murmurs, and a small scar on the inner-side of my right wrist; between the ulna and radius. Something they overlooked, as I feel it, is a small, round object not unlike a BB pellet lodged just beneath the scar. It freaks me out whenever I feel it, or worse, get the intrusive thought to move it around. I haven’t mentioned it to anybody.

There was nothing else beyond that. I was back, and have been for a while now. I’ve been incorporating myself back into society little by little. I have a job at the local supermarket now. I have routine medical evaluations, and a strict diet and supplement set to follow.
There was nothing else beyond that, until pretty early on, I started to remember. And reflect. And research.
Some people, when they remember something traumatic, tend to relapse or panic. I didn’t panic, but I couldn’t sit still.
I reread my ‘journal’ at some point. And along that line, I touched it up and shared it.
Only then was I ready to find out the truth of what really started all those years ago.

Before I share what I’ve pieced together, I wanted to preface my experience with an account that I stumbled across in my research. This, I hope, adds much-needed context to what I’ve come to remember.

The first sighting was on Easter Sunday of 1971.
It began with the family of a man named J.E. Wilson. According to the online report I read, it was approximately mid-afternoon, and the family (mother, young son, young daughter, grandparents, nieces, nephews, and other extended family) had begun their yearly Easter traditions. After an hour of grilling, the family went about to set up their annual egg hunt. The daughter, along with one of the nieces, had seen it first. The two were lingering by the edge of the backyard near a treeline when the daughter screamed. J.E. Wilson and his brother-in-law ran over immediately and pulled the children away, suspecting a coyote problem that the Wilsons had been dealing with for some time. J.E. was confused when he saw a pair of red lights under the dark of the canopy. His daughter, brother-in-law, and niece retreated as the object came into focus, gliding towards J.E. He described it as a dark rectangular prism, black and shiny like ‘used motor oil’; roughly ten feet tall. It had two red ‘eyes’ (J.E. described them as looking more like taillights) that grew brighter in intensity as it approached. The object hovered 3-4 feet above the ground, and seemingly ‘warmed the air’ around it. When it was less than ten feet away from J.E., it stopped moving and focused the lights from its ‘eyes’ onto him. When it had finished doing that, Wilson said it emitted a brilliant, quick flash of light that resulted in intense heat and a sound that he compared to a flash bulb. The brush in the general vicinity proceeded to burst into flames. J.E. recalled he was in too much pain to notice the object retreat. The family filled this gap in his statement, stating that the object disappeared just as slowly as J.E. said it had approached.

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