Kelly Quick:  

-----Inline Attachment Follows----- I was born on Oct. 2nd, 1958, at 8:26 PM at the Nobelsville Riverview Hospital. My mom was in labor for over 28 hr, she has told me. I was halfway out of the womb when a nurse came in and said we have to use the emergency room right away, there has been an accident involving a school bus. The doctor said we are giving birth here. Then the nurse said, We have injured children. The doctor relented that my mom was gassed and I was removed with forceps. My dad came to see me in the infirmary. After seeing me, he asked the doctor to kill it, because it is not human. The doctor told him that my head was enlarged because of the forceps used to remove me. But my dad said I will not take that thing home, it is not human. But I was taken home to a home where there would be no love or peace for times to come. My mom was very depressed for 2 1/2 years. She has told me. She never held me or rocked me to sleep. And I never cried or seemed to want anything she had said. She did not bathe me or put a diaper on me or give me a bottle and then leave me in my bed for only God knows how long. We moved to a rural area where there were no kids to be found my age. I grew up alone and unwanted. My parents said they cared for me, but I felt otherwise. I remember my two brothers' birth certificates were our family's big Bible, along with my sisters, but not mine. I was told mine was kept in a safe deposit box at the bank in town. And I have no idea where it is now. My dad would have me watch horror shows on TV whenever they were on. The Outer Limits, The Twilight Zone, just to name a few. I remember at age 8 that one particular show had a man who could turn into a human but was really an alien from another world. I remember telling mom and dad I would love to see a person like that. Well, that night I heard dogs barking and then the front door to our house being opened. I threw the covers over my head only to have them pulled off of me and the bed. My eyes seemed to burn like hot coals were on them, and I was forced to open my eyes. And there before me was the person I had seen that night on TV. He motioned for me to come with him. I shook my head no and started to yell for mom and dad. He looked right, then left, and then smiled at me, and then left the room. I heard the front door doorknob turn and open, and him walking on our porch. My mom came into the room to comfort me, and Dad ran outside to look around, but saw nothing. He said. The dogs, though, continued their relentless barking throughout the night. For five years thereafter, I was tormented by demons in my room every night at 2:30 in the morning, for I had a clock by my bed when I would be woken up. I would see headless horrible heads at the head and foot of my bed. I could not move, for the heads would move with me and bite me if I did. The covers would be pulled from my body, and the things would touch and stick me with pins and hurt me. I learned to shut my mind off and go to a place where I would not feel or be hurt by them. After many psychiatrists and going from church to church to find out what was wrong with me. To no avail, it seems at age 13 I finally said out loud one night Do with me as you want to, I give up. A green smoke came into the room. The covers were thrown off my bed, and I was thrown on my back. The sm...Expand for more