On A hot, sticky July afternoon in 1987 Jason Andrews was celebrating his fourth birthday at his family’s cottage outside Slade Green in South East London when the heavens would open. As the thunder crashed all around, there is a single flash of lightning. Suddenly, a stream of numbers starts pouring out of Jason’s mouth: fantastic numbers, complex mathematical equations, including advanced algebra. Jason was a boy who had struggled to count to ten.
Seconds later, the windows and doors began to shake violently and the four-year-old spoke to his mother, father and elder brother and stated:
‘They’re waiting for me. I have to go.’
Jason’s father, Paul, grabbed his son and tried to stop him from walking out into the pouring rain, but Jason struggled and shook violently as if something was trying to pull him out. As this was occurring, the house would shake, and the family was generally fearful it could collapse.
Finally, Jason seems to wake from his trance and the shaking of the house had stopped.
At that point, the family knew that Jason was no ordinary boy. The following eight years that followed, strange events would continue to occur, and the parents would be perplexed around these events.
In 1995, when Jason was almost 12, he told his astonished parents exactly what had been happening to him the last 8 years: aliens had been abducting him from his bed at night.
As Jason recalled
“It’s always the light that comes first,’ he confessed to his mother; Ann. Then I see the tall one rise up at the foot of the bed. ‘Suddenly there’s lots of little ones everywhere. They’re fuzzy and indistinct, and they move very fast. I can’t move or speak, but I’m awake and I can see and hear and feel. I want to scream and run, but the sound doesn’t come out and my body doesn’t move.
‘I hate them. I hate them,’ I have to go with them. ‘They take me to an operating theatre, like at the hospital. It’s all white and shiny. Sometimes it’s a circular room with a metal floor. It’s always cold. ‘They’re there. The big one touches me, but I don’t feel it, like as if I’ve had an anesthetic. ’But you don’t believe me, you just think I’m making it all up.’
Ann would believe him though and went on to explore the phenomena affecting her son’s life in a book, titled Abducted.
It details many strange events that occurred such as being visited by the Men in Black on many occasions. Also, she described how an investigator who had been helping them, had his house broken into looking for materials or notes on the case.
Like many other alien abductees, Jason experienced multiple abductions over many years.
Skeptics claim that he suffered from sleep paralysis and that also his memories were lucid dreams.
Still, to this day both Jason and Ann are convinced the abductions happened.
