Black Helicopters by Barbara Becker

1984/1985: At that time I was still attending MUFON meetings in St.

Louis, Missouri. The meetings were poorly attended and it was easy to
spot a new face. Lisa (not real name) was a new face; a middle-class
suburban woman in her late thirties, casual but nicely dressed. She
began attending the meetings on a regular basis. She usually sat alone,
talked to very few people and scurried out immediately following the
meeting. I decided to approach her and try to make her feel more
comfortable. After many months she began to warm to me and feel more
relaxed. Often after the "official" meeting, some of us would go to a local
fast food restaurant to continue the discussions. Lisa would never join us,
citing various "normal" reasons. One night I asked her to come with us
and she said, "I just can’t go. They’re always listening." and left. I didn’t
know what to make of the remark. The next meeting came and Lisa was
there. Afterwards I again asked her if she would like to go and get coffee.
This time she said yes, but when we got to the restaurant, which had
glass windows on all sides, she decided to leave stating that "They know
what you are saying through the vibrations on the glass". She was
opening up, but what was she talking about? It took a very long time, but
Lisa finally trusted me enough to tell me her story.

Lisa was an abductee. This is what she told me. In the early 80's her
husband worked for a commercial airline in the United States , but his
employment had taken him to Saudi Arabia . She and her children lived in
an American compound in Saudi Arabia . There were many pilot’s wives
and children living in this compound. It was very comfortable, complete
with a swimming pool, rec rooms etc.; it had to be because the women
usually did not leave the compound. If they went shopping they were
subject to the Muslim dress code and conduct; they couldn’t drive and
had to be escorted by a male, preferably a relative. They could not be
protected outside the compound. The compound was a walled fortress
with gates and guards. It was harder to get in than to get out. While in
Saudi Arabia Lisa began having strange dreams of "little men" coming
into her room at night while she slept. She became afraid to sleep. She
thought it was just stress from the situation and went to the doctor who
gave her sleeping pills. She did not take them. Then she discovered that
her children were having the same dreams, only they remembered
leaving their beds and being taken someplace else off the compound.
She was terrified. She couldn’t flee, where would she go? She told her
husband and begged to go home to the US but he dismissed her. She
was stuck in Saudi Arabia in that compound until his tour was over.

The abductions continued, she decided to force herself to remember. (In

telling me her story, she could not bring herself to talk about the details of
her examinations, and I did not push it.) During one abduction, she
recognized another American woman from the compound. Every day she
would watch for this woman. Finally she found her at the pool. Lisa’s fear
level was rising. She finally got up the nerve to talk to this woman but the
woman had no memory of her abduction, or at least she wasn’t talking
about it. Lisa believed her telephone was tapped. She also believed her
thoughts were being monitored and she believed that during one
abduction she was taken to a local U.S military base. The "dreams"
lessened. She was feeling more at ease until one night she turned and
saw one of the "greys" looking through the window at her. This time she
was awake. She wasn’t sure what she had seen, but she was sure she
had seen it. She finally received word that they were returning to the
states. The abductions seemed to stop.

Upon returning to the states she decided to attend UFO meetings with the
hope she would find out what had happened to her. As time went on she
confided more in me. She believed that her sisters had also been
abducted as children and that it might even reach to her mother. She was
sure the US Government was involved. Then she told me about the Black
Helicopters that would buzz her suburban St. Charles, Missouri house at
all hours of day and night. She lived by Lambert Airport so seeing
helicopters did not seem strange to me, but she mentioned that her next
door neighbor had seen them too and wanted to know what was going
on. Two witnesses are better than one. Before I could arrange an
interview with the neighbor I received a frantic telephone call from Lisa.

It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week. Lisa and the
neighbor were watching the helicopters flying over their houses RIGHT
NOW. Lisa put the neighbor on the phone and she confirmed what she
was saying. I told Lisa to get a camera, any camera; I didn’t care if it had
film in it. I just wanted her to point it at the helicopters, act like she was
taking pictures, and make sure they saw her doing it. I said I would wait
on the phone. Ten minutes went by, I was still on hold. At the time I lived
in a very congested and busy neighborhood in St. Louis, Missouri. Any
kind of aircraft flies over at a very high altitude. I stood at the study
window looking out. I thought I could hear a "beating" sound off in the
distance, beating like the sound of helicopter blades. It was getting
louder. Then I saw it; a small black unmarked helicopter. It was east of
my position and moving from north to south. Its altitude was about 200
feet and when I first saw it, about 300 feet away. It swung itself around
and pointed the front directly at the window I was standing in. There were
no markings and the windows were blacked out. It paused briefly, as if to
see me and let me see it, then swung around again, raised up and went
back to the north. I sat down wondering what had happened. I had always
been skeptical about black helicopters and now I had seen one...and they
saw me. Lisa returned to the phone and told me they were gone, the
camera had done it. I did not tell her about my experience, I thought it
would just fuel her fear. A couple of months later, Lisa moved from St.
Charles and left no forwarding address. I have never heard from her
again. I still have all the notes I made about her case and a clear memory
of the day I saw the black helicopters.