I would genuinely love to hear what happened.
I woke up one week day morning to let my dog out as usual. I had been living in a house with my then boyfriend for a couple of months. It was a clear and sunny day out, I was completely sober, and I had my dog on her leash. My boyfriend was away at work. I wasn’t working at the time. I left my phone sitting on the kitchen counter, but I made a point to check the time before I walked out of the house. Nothing unusual happened at this point.
I walked my dog out into the front yard, walked to the side of my house towards the backyard, and the next thing I remember is myself closing the gate to my backyard behind me, and my dog and I ready to walk back into the house. I don’t remember going into the backyard, or my dog relieving herself, which is the only reason why I took her out. But we were both ready to go back inside.
I walk back inside, and notice that the clock that was accurately timed on the stove, was at least a hour ahead of when I left the house. I checked my phone clock to see if maybe the power had blinked out while I was gone, and it showed the same time as the stove clock.
After a few minutes of being confused and in shock, because I never spent that long taking my dog out in the morning, I called my boyfriend and plead with him to come home because I was beginning to panic and I explained my story to him. He worked about 10 minutes away at the time.
He comes home, sits down on the couch with me, and about 5 minutes after he got back home, we see two people walk up our driveway, and knock on the door. One was a pale, black man and the other one was a white woman with slight Asian features. I was still a little shook up, so I sat right out of view of the living room window and front door, and watched as my boyfriend opened the door and talked to them. The two strangers were dressed up in office casual wear, shades of black and white, and they were both average height with average features. Nothing stood out about them. The black man had a clipboard with a sheet of paper on it, and the two asked my boyfriend if he supported more “programs” coming to a school in the area. No elaboration on what kind of programs. No elaboration on which school, in one of the biggest cities in the state, would receive these programs. They asked my boyfriend if he was in support of it, and he just essentially agreed to the weird questions and tried to get the conversation over with. The black one shook his hand, and then I watched the two walk across the street to the house that faced my backyard and side yard, knock on their front door, and play the same conversation out again with my neighbors. Then they walked down the street a little bit like they were unsure where to go, and disappeared. They didn’t have a car as far as I could tell.
Skeptical people will probably call it a coincidence. But I never saw those people ever again. We used to have people from the churches nearby walk around and solicit, but they’d carpool together around the neighborhood, and were dressed in more casual clothing. And at some point, you’d start to recognize them.
The aura and vibes that those two strangers gave me 7 years ago hasn’t left me since either.
I’ve never brought it up to anyone offline, and hardly ever online. My boyfriend and I both found the exchange entirely weird. I had heard of the Men In Black before then, but my boyfriend didn’t know anything about it except for the movie series. I don’t know how it would have played out if my boyfriend wasn’t there, and I’m nervous to think about it. I don’t think that they were seriously asking about a local school and programs for students.
There are a couple of military bases nearby, my neighborhood sat on an “island” in a decent sized body of water, and UFO reports had been made decades ago around the same area. Some prime conditions for paranormal things to happen, if you believe in it.
This all took place somewhere in America.
Postscript: As I was typing this out, I could imagine myself trying to shorten my story down as if I were a caller to C2C and Art Bell was interested in my story, but there’s a scheduled commercial break coming up, and the caller needs to wrap it up.