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Exx Fiel
I am writing to you in regard to events I have been witnessing, as well as experiencing, since my childhood. I am in my early twenties now. I am aware that this is all going to sound farfetched and since this is via e-mail you may find it hard to believe me, but as I am typing this my hands are clammy, my heart is palpitating and I am using my left hand to draw down the shades in my study.
This is about the EBBLS. I call them EBBLS (pronounced Ebb-alls) because one of the first few times I saw one, this is what it said to me, although I could have heard wrong. I was maybe six and spending the night in the house of a woman I barely remember now, but I beleive she was a distant cousin of my father's. She had five older sons, all in the military, who would rush up and down the stairs but never spoke.
It was in her house when it all started. I was sleeping on the couch in her living room which was pink all over with far too many flowers, and I believe that this is the reason I despise flowers to this day. My father was on the floor and I was awakened by a deep cough. I though it was my father and so I climbed off the couch to lay on the floor with him when a great rush of air swooshed passed me. I was on my knees when I felt something looking at me from the darkness. I looked towards the staircase that led to the second floor and, standing with one arm on the banister and one leg on the second step was a figure, with what looked like a cape bellowing behind it in some imaginary wind.
From that day onward I saw them. First I would awaken in the night, unable to open my eyes, with a paralysis slowly taking over my body. I would always sense something standing nearby and then, slowly, I could move and open my eyes and when I did, I always saw a figure standing in the doorway, or at the foot of my bed, with cape billowing. When I was ten or so, in the late summer, my mother took me to the bookstore. I perused the shelves for something for myself while she tried to find a bathroom to change my sisters diaper. If only you could feel through my words what I felt that day when I saw my first comic book. It was Wonder Woman and right next to her was Shazaam and when I saw him my heart beat wildly and I must have looked as if I'd seen a ghost because staring back at me were the EBBLS!
I don't know how to explain it to you other than to say that the EBBLS are tall, muscular, always gleaming, as the light hits them, and when I first started seeing them they came one by one until they became groups who spoke to me in mumble-jumble so that when I awoke the next day I could only recall a few indistinguishable words. It was the one who resembles SHAZAAM who said something to the effect of "...EBBLS!" What it means I do not know. What it all means I do not know. But it didn't end there.
When I was twelve a cousin and I had a drawing contest to draw the best superhero. I won. I remember him looking at me for sometime before asking me how it was that my superheroes looked so real. That is when I told him what I was seeing. Well, needless to say, I became known as "the alien", "the freak". Children in school taunted me about my superheroes. But no matter what, the EBBLS kept coming. All I can tell you is that they appeared to me before I ever knew comic books existed and yet when my mother took me to see a shrink, his first assumption was that I had seen too many Superfriends commercials.
When I was sixteen I saw one in broad daylight. She was dressed like a normal person but even passers-by sensed she wasn't quite right because everyone stopped and stared at her. Some didn't even know they were staring. She was wearing a trenchcoat. She followed me from my house, to school, to the library and back. And that night, as I was riding in my mother's car, with my aunt at the wheel, an EBBL flew in front of us and as the car hit it I knew that this was the first physical contact with one. The car was dented, but we could find no injured person. I told my mother who started to freak out because she believed I was going loco.
Some people have told me that maybe the things I am seeing are no different than Spring-heeled Jack or the Mothman. All I know is that I have seen real superheroes and when the events of September 11th occurred, I was waiting for them to show themselves so I could say 'I told you so' to all those who laughed at me and thought I was wacko, but they never showed. They never helped and I began to believe I was in fact crazy.
But just last tuesday, I saw one. Female, over six feet, beneath the street lamp, across from my house. She had on a one piece outfit with a hood, almost like Cat Womans, but a shiny purple under the light. She had her hands on her hips and a huge sword jutting out from her right hip. I ignored her and fell asleep trembling and wishing I were dead because noone is ever going to believe me or help me or explain to me why I see them. I hope that someone will read this and have something to say. Hopefully I am not alone. Thank you for your time.
Exx Fiel
I am writing to you in regard to events I have been witnessing, as well as experiencing, since my childhood. I am in my early twenties now. I am aware that this is all going to sound farfetched and since this is via e-mail you may find it hard to believe me, but as I am typing this my hands are clammy, my heart is palpitating and I am using my left hand to draw down the shades in my study.
This is about the EBBLS. I call them EBBLS (pronounced Ebb-alls) because one of the first few times I saw one, this is what it said to me, although I could have heard wrong. I was maybe six and spending the night in the house of a woman I barely remember now, but I beleive she was a distant cousin of my father's. She had five older sons, all in the military, who would rush up and down the stairs but never spoke.
It was in her house when it all started. I was sleeping on the couch in her living room which was pink all over with far too many flowers, and I believe that this is the reason I despise flowers to this day. My father was on the floor and I was awakened by a deep cough. I though it was my father and so I climbed off the couch to lay on the floor with him when a great rush of air swooshed passed me. I was on my knees when I felt something looking at me from the darkness. I looked towards the staircase that led to the second floor and, standing with one arm on the banister and one leg on the second step was a figure, with what looked like a cape bellowing behind it in some imaginary wind.
From that day onward I saw them. First I would awaken in the night, unable to open my eyes, with a paralysis slowly taking over my body. I would always sense something standing nearby and then, slowly, I could move and open my eyes and when I did, I always saw a figure standing in the doorway, or at the foot of my bed, with cape billowing. When I was ten or so, in the late summer, my mother took me to the bookstore. I perused the shelves for something for myself while she tried to find a bathroom to change my sisters diaper. If only you could feel through my words what I felt that day when I saw my first comic book. It was Wonder Woman and right next to her was Shazaam and when I saw him my heart beat wildly and I must have looked as if I'd seen a ghost because staring back at me were the EBBLS!
I don't know how to explain it to you other than to say that the EBBLS are tall, muscular, always gleaming, as the light hits them, and when I first started seeing them they came one by one until they became groups who spoke to me in mumble-jumble so that when I awoke the next day I could only recall a few indistinguishable words. It was the one who resembles SHAZAAM who said something to the effect of "...EBBLS!" What it means I do not know. What it all means I do not know. But it didn't end there.
When I was twelve a cousin and I had a drawing contest to draw the best superhero. I won. I remember him looking at me for sometime before asking me how it was that my superheroes looked so real. That is when I told him what I was seeing. Well, needless to say, I became known as "the alien", "the freak". Children in school taunted me about my superheroes. But no matter what, the EBBLS kept coming. All I can tell you is that they appeared to me before I ever knew comic books existed and yet when my mother took me to see a shrink, his first assumption was that I had seen too many Superfriends commercials.
When I was sixteen I saw one in broad daylight. She was dressed like a normal person but even passers-by sensed she wasn't quite right because everyone stopped and stared at her. Some didn't even know they were staring. She was wearing a trenchcoat. She followed me from my house, to school, to the library and back. And that night, as I was riding in my mother's car, with my aunt at the wheel, an EBBL flew in front of us and as the car hit it I knew that this was the first physical contact with one. The car was dented, but we could find no injured person. I told my mother who started to freak out because she believed I was going loco.
Some people have told me that maybe the things I am seeing are no different than Spring-heeled Jack or the Mothman. All I know is that I have seen real superheroes and when the events of September 11th occurred, I was waiting for them to show themselves so I could say 'I told you so' to all those who laughed at me and thought I was wacko, but they never showed. They never helped and I began to believe I was in fact crazy.
But just last tuesday, I saw one. Female, over six feet, beneath the street lamp, across from my house. She had on a one piece outfit with a hood, almost like Cat Womans, but a shiny purple under the light. She had her hands on her hips and a huge sword jutting out from her right hip. I ignored her and fell asleep trembling and wishing I were dead because noone is ever going to believe me or help me or explain to me why I see them. I hope that someone will read this and have something to say. Hopefully I am not alone. Thank you for your time.
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