I've only told a few about my story. i was about 11 years old. i was playing on the swingset with my neighbor, my family was on the porch (they did not remember this happening). i looked up and observed what looked like a flying saucer hovering stationary above our house, it suddenly got really warm and the next thing i remember, i woke up in the middle of my bedroom. what was really weird, was that my bed was broken into tons of pieces. this bed was a metal frame and i couldn't of done this on my own. the second i wake up and am confused by everything, my dad walks in, yelling about what that noise was that woke him up. he sees my room in disarray and was angry and confused on why my bed was broken. i didn't have an answer. i noticed something on my left hand. now i wasn't born with any birthmarks, but i noticed a mark on my hand that wasn't there before, and has stayed the same to this date. i thought i just had a bad dream, but i couldn't explain the bed, the markings and how real everything felt. the only thing my dad remembers was waking up to a noise and my bed being broken.