The Strangers Around Me

By C.J. Chalet and CJ Chalet

This book is about a little girl whos life is a cascade of unusual events. She lives a life of confusion every day and then something happens that changes everything and adds a whole new twist to growing up.

She notices things that she never gives a second thought. Lights coming up the hill that make the circle driveway and never show up, hillsides that are lit up behind the boulders where there are no roads and lights in the sky that seem to be dancing with the stars.

Her whole life is a series of events that she sees and experiences and the more things go on, the more frightened she becomes because things become more intense and real. This is a true story of true events that have happened and are still happening even today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465367891

C.J. Chalet

I was born in Visalia California and raised in Oregon. I moved back to Oregon when my son turned five and went back and forth between Oregon and California. A lot of the things that have happened to me were in these two states at various times in my life. At first I was scared but, as time continued I grew numb to all of the encounters I had. I know why I was selected and I will continue to Journal things as I see them but, for now this book is filled with the events that have happened in my life and, the lives of others close to me. This book is also to let people know that there are others in this Universe other than us, so that they will be better equipped to deal with them should they be chosen as well.

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Copyright © 2011 by CJ Chalet.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2011916673

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4653-6788-4

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                   Ebook                                      978-1-4653-6789-1

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This story is based on true and actual events that happened as portrayed by the author in this book.

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Contents

THE FIRST SIGNS

STRANGE OCCURRENCES

MY NEXT ENCOUNTER

A REASON TO PANIC!

TEN YEARS LATER

A WELL DESERVED CHANGE OF VENUE

LOSING FAITH

MOVING BACK TO OREGON

GENERATION SELECTION

LOOKING FOR ANSWERS

STARGAZING NIGHTLY IN SEARCH OF THE HEAVENS

I FEEL INSIDE THAT THEY JUST NEED TO KNOW

TECHNOLOGY AND ADVANCEMENTS

DEDICATION

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May 13, 1934 - February 5, 2008

I dedicate this book to my father DeWayne Clell Brewer because without him… this book may never have been written. He gave me the strength to realize that I was not the only one these things have happened to.

THE FIRST SIGNS

WHEN I WAS a small child of about ten I used to spend a lot of time at my grandmother’s house with my father. My parents were both alcoholics and we were a very dysfunctional family. I was a daddy’s girl and I went with my dad every time he and mom had a fight which, was often. When mom kicked dad out I always left with him and, we both went to grandma’s house.

Grandma lived in the country about six miles off the main road and, on top of a hill. She lived in a two bedroom house with a small pantry she made into a laundry linen room and, she had a screened in enclosed back porch. She kept the freezer out there and she had put a full sized bed out there for when daddy and I came over after one of his and mom’s fight’s. Dad would sit in the living room with grandma and they would talk about what had happened and when we got there they would send me to bed on the back porch. I didn’t mind it too much at first. I would just go out there and go to bed. After awhile, dad would come out there and get in bed with me and we would both go sound asleep.

I don’t know how many times I slept on that back porch but, I know I loved it at grandma’s for a couple of different reason’s. One was that it was so peaceful and I spent many hours on the front porch stacking firewood and sitting in the chairs on the front porch enjoying the evening. I would sit out there on grandma’s porch and smell the aroma of her