More Missing Time 
Susan McFarland

During 1992, my husband, two children and I had an experience wherein we couldn’t account for one hour and forty-five minutes of time. We lived in a rural part of central Maine, and our house was surrounded by total darkness at night. It was almost 9:00 PM and we had just turned on the TV to watch a two hour movie when we noticed a bright light shining in through the front windows. It was coming from the woods beyond an open field at the left front of our house, and it was about 100 feet over the trees.
Just as the movie was about to begin curiosity got the best of us and we walked out to the far corner of the lawn to see what was going on. We watched this light ascend and go almost out of sight in what seemed like an instant of time. Then it returned to the same location above the forest in the blink of an eye, and ascended once again, but this time it went completely out of sight within seconds. I think I should also mention that not one of us heard it make a single sound during the whole time we were watching.
Once it disappeared we figured nothing else was going to happen and went back into the house to watch the movie, thinking all the time that we had been outside for just a few minutes. I’m sure that you can imagine our surprise when we found out that there was only 15 minutes left of our two hour movie. That experience completely changed our lives, and my husband and I ended up in a divorce. But that’s only part of it.
After the divorce I moved to Cape Cod, Massachusetts and began a new life, but one thing didn’t change. I’ve had a problem with my lower back for years, and when it flared up once again I went to a chiropractor. The usual X-rays were taken and I was in total shock when the chiropractor asked me who had shot me. I blurted out, “What are you talking about? I’ve never been shot!” Yet, clear as day I could see a cluster of four pellets, each about a quarter of an inch in diameter in the right side of my pelvic region. There weren’t any scars to indicate a point of entry, and it was a huge mystery. I contacted my chiropractor in Maine and asked them to send a copy of my x-rays to the chiropractor in Cape Cod. Guess what!? Prior to my missing time in 1992 those pellets weren’t in me!
There’s a long story that goes along with the discovery of those pellets, and suffice it to say they aren’t there any longer, but I could be wrong about that. I’m living in a rural area of Maine once again, and something pretty strange happened during the spring of 2005. Moose shed their horns in the spring, and early one morning my boyfriend and I drove to the west side of the East Kennebago Mountain to see if we could find any. We went our separate ways at 7:30, and when we met up again, it was 11:30, four hours later. I was stunned when I found out how much time had gone by. It seemed like it had been less than an hour!
A month or so later I told a friend about the event, and the fact that my boyfriend began to look for me after I had been gone for an hour and a half. We were supposed to meet back at the truck in one hour. He found me in the area where I told him I’d be, but I never heard him call for me, nor did I hear the horn when he blew it to get my attention. The thought that I had missing time once again never entered my mind until this friend asked me if the pellets were back in my pelvic region.
I don’t know if they are, and I’m not sure that I want to know. I do know that there is no question that I have about three hours of time that I can’t account for. I’ve been told that once you become an ET subject, they come back to get you time and time again. Since this is the second instance in which I have time I can’t account for, I believe that statement could really be true. Twice fate has provided me with enough ammunition to know that something fishy might be going on. I wonder how many times fate wasn’t on my side?