The Attack Of The Window Peepers A Glossary Of Terror Or
Understanding The Alien - Author & Experiencer Posey Lee Gilbert
Back in the early to mid fifties of all the entities that we
encountered as children the most hated and feared were the ones we
called by many names Window Scratchers, Window Tappers, Window
Rappers, Window Knockers, but mainly they all were called Window
Peepers. They were sometimes in the company of an entity that my
younger brother Ralph and I called The Walking Stick, or The Praying
Mantis. She never did anything to us and some times did not even
enter the house but just stood at the window watching what was going
on inside. Even when we did not see her we knew she was there
watching from the darkness.
Some of these creatures were very tall too tall to enter the room,
when they were of a height that they were able to enter they always
stood in the corners.
I do not remember ever having one of them near me it was always those
hated and feared little ones that interacted with me. They were
mainly silent but at times they did make clicks, chirps, whistles,
high pitched grunts, gasps, hsses, and a sound that was similar
to "Yneep", thus Ralph and I also came to call them "Yneep Yneeps."
Often it was this Yneeping sound that would awaken us at night.
For the most part we heard Yneep Yneeps as they scurried about on the
factory roof out side our bedroom window but we rarely saw them. It
was not until we actually heard the Window Peepers making this sound
that we realized that they and the Yneep Yneeps were one and the same
entities. Up until that point the presence of Yneep Yneeps outside
the window did not trigger the fear Window Peepers did, for you just
basically heard them or caught a shadow as they passed by the window
but you never really saw them.
So it did confuse us as to why these things being the same entity
scared us when we thought they were just Yneep Yneeps, but terrified
us when we knew they were Window Peepers, yet they were the same
I now realize in hindsight it was their intent, when we heard the
Yneep Yneeps outside it was because they were not there for us, but
for some other person in our neighborhood.
The darkness of that factory roof made an excellent place to safely
land a small craft out side of the view of the thousands that lived
in the tenements of the surrounding area.
In fact one winter after a heavy snow we were shocked when we looked
out on to the roof and found there was a perfect thirty foot circle
of clear space on the roof.
When Ralph made the suggestion to our mother that it looked like
something like a flying saucer had landed and took off she nervously
said for him to stop talking crazy and said it was the heat from the
factory that caused the snow to melt like that.
Even though that perfect pattern never appeared there before then, or
after then. In the many years we lived there we accepted her
explanation and even then did not link the circle with the Window
Peepers or the Yneep Yneeps.
The only time the Window Peepers ever made noises were when a Walking
Stick was present so I believe this was a spoken language by which
they communicated with The Walking Stick entity and she with they.
I believe now what we were hearing when we heard the Yneep Yneeps
they were basically receiving their marching orders for the nights
work. At these times when I called to my parents they, my parents,
would answer back and tell me to turn to the wall and go to sleep.
When it was Window Peepers I could scream all I wanted to, but it was
as if no one could hear me in the world.
That bizarre ability was but one of them that earned the Window
Peepers their high position on the top of Ralphs' and my list of the
most feared entities that came to and through our bed room window or
what we called back then Dream Demons.
We called them Dream Demons for our mother told us we were having bad
dreams when we spoke to her about what had happened during the night.
This dream explanation worked fine until I started to encounter these
things in the light of day, and so I thought they were demons that
followed me back from the realm of dreams.
Hence I began to call them Dream Demons when I spoke about them to
All my nightmare entities did not appear in the light of day, only a
select few did the Window Peepers were among those that did. Only
those that we met in the light of day, or while we were fully awake,
did we call Dream Demons.
Years later it would come to pass that most of the things we called
Dream Demons as children would be described by others, and called
aliens. These Window Peepers were small entities with large heads and
wrap around apple seed shaped cat pupiled eyes and always came in
groups of threes. Their movements were puppet like but they were very
fast and extremely strong.
They had slits for nostrils on a slight rise of a nose and lip less
slits for mouths.
They did have very small and pointed ears, but they laid so flat back
against the side of their huge heads that looking at them head on you
would think they had no ears at all.
For this reason I do not refer to them as greys for they were like
them in some ways, but unlike them in many others. They had long arms
for their body which came to oversized hands with long spider leg
like fingers, four of them with out finger nails. One of their four
fingers came out of what on us would be the lower center palm and
acted in opposition to the other three digits as our thumb acts in
opposition against our four digits.
I say palm but they had very little palm area in comparison to their
large hands, it was little more than a triangle at the base of long
fingers with a very slight webbing at the base of the fingers.
They did not seem to have wrist or elbows but their arms were
flexible and when they bent it did not angle as sharply as human arms
and wrists. It was as if they had instead of hard bone, they had
My remembrance of them is their body felt as if they were made of
They seem to not to be naked but I do not remember them wearing any
clothing but as if they were covered from head to toe with a thin
pseudo dermis, that made them look as if they were made of tan
I today think that it was this thin skin material that gave them
their pale grey tinting.
I think too this is what gave them their odd facial features or lack
there of, for if a human pulls a stocking over their head and covers
their face with it they too almost take on the same featureless
It was not their appearance however or their out of sync with time
movements that made them so frightful to us, it was what they would
do that made us so fear them.
A point of information here about their out of sync with time
movements only recently have I been able to see something that I can
compare their movements and speed to.
It is computer generated images how they though excellently blended
with live action move to fast for the actions of the scene about
them. They move as if gravity inertia and air mass has no effect on
Before it is said, or sent to me in a letter, no I do not believe
they are holographs or computer generated images.
I know they are real and quite physical, I only say this so that
those that have never seen them in real life can get an idea of their
way of moving. The movement of the hated Jaja Binks in the latest
Star Wars movie or that monkey thing in the Lost In Space movie both
are perfect examples of what I mean.
It falls too hard and moves too fast in too short a time than do the
real time characters.
The Window Peepers actions are very similar to that.
In only a few steps they can cross a room and be upon you though
their legs are shorter than yours.
I know for I have had at time tried to escape them to no avail.
Though their bodies were frail they were strong and you could not
break their hold once they physically griped you.
When they spoke to you they spoke to you in a way that went all the
way to your soul like they were speaking to a you within you, a
deeper you, the core you.
Like they knew more about you than you knew about you yourself.
This was very unnerving for at those time you can feel the awareness
of that you or level of you responding to what they said despite what
you felt toward them.
For example if they asked you things that you did not want to tell
them, that part of you would tell them.
This is what I think I hated most about them, that they seem to have
a relation ship with a part of me that I did not have myself. It made
me feel as if I was but a vessel for the information they wanted.
Just as no body asks a Pepsi bottle for its permission to drink its
contents, I felt I was being treated the same way. When this other
part of me spoke to them it was always telepathic and it said things
to them that I had no idea I knew for its insight was clear and
uncluttered by emotions of embarrassment or shame.
It would say things that as a child I had no way of understanding but
in the brief transference to them I was able to syphon bits and
pieces of meaning from.
This was an overpowering thing for your mind would be flooded in
reverse with things that you only understood during that moment but
vanish once the flow ended.
This was completely the opposite of the way my mind operated in the
regular word information entered your mind from the outside in. Never
from the inside out and never at such a high volume and velocity.
You did not just hear, but you saw, felt, experienced these things
just as you did in the day to day world all with in the passing of a
second or so. This is what their eyes would do to you and why I hated
to look into them.
Still this was not as terrible as when they would cause the
overpowering pleasingly unpleasant sensation that Ralph and I came to
call the Googaly feeling. What is to follow is an as best I can give
accounting of what I can remember that made up an encounter with the
Window Peepers, and how I later came to understand just what they
were doing, and why they did as they did.
It would always start with me suddenly arising fully awake from a
Then would come a soft almost inaudible scratching, or tapping, at
the bedroom window.
Knowing what was coming I would lay there and try to force myself to
go back to sleep.
I knew it was useless to try and awake my two brothers who slept in
the same bed with me at the time, for they never would awake when the
Window Peepers were about, even when I pinched them.
I would lay there and it seemed the room would begin to heat until I
was wet with sweat streaming down my face and across my shut eyes as
I lay with my face turned to the wall and my back to the window, but
I dare not toss off the covers or shift below them as I try to play
possum hoping to trick them into thinking I was asleep, praying they
would then go away, all the while knowing they would not.
Then just as I would convince myself that I had not heard the noises
from out side my window there would again come another louder rap, or
knock from the window.
Now I would know for sure that I had heard it!
Next would come the gentle calling in my head compelling me to turn
over and look to the window.
I would fight it as best I could but they had a way to make time seem
to stand still, so you could seem to spend hours trapped within a
minute until you did as they asked.
Eventually as always I did I would give in for no more reason than to
bring it all to an end, and I would turn and look to the window. It
would always start the same way, first I would notice nothing then
something would slip out of sight at one of the corners of the
window. Then after a moment it would then return showing a little
more of itself than the last time and after a moment that to would
pull back out of view. When next it returned, it would then show half
of its face, the one huge cat eye in half of its bulbous head.
Then it would pull back, next the full head would pop around the
corner and look at me.
At this point my gaze would become fixed to Its eyes and I could not
turn away or close my eyes.
Now it would bring its full body into view as it jumped or glided up
to stand on the window sill.
Next it would some how just push through the glass with out braking
it and rush upon me and thrust those huge terrifying eyes in to my
face, at which point I would start to scream bloody murder.
Then it would grip me about my rib cage with those damned horrible
long fingers and with what I can only call a smirk it would begin to
tickle me and I'd scream even louder.
Then would come the Googaly Feeling coursing through my body.
Rattling my every bone against the other, making me feel my every
organ and muscle separate and vibrating unto itself, even to my
finger and toe nails. Making me feel my every artery, vein, and
capillary through out my body.
I could feel every fluid as they flowed through me.
Parts of the human body you do not associate with having feeling like
your cornea, iris, the gel inside of your eyes, and the underside of
your skin. You can feel all of these things while this energy serges
through you and though it is only for a matter of seconds it seems
forever before it's all over. Then the session ends with them
bringing those huge eyes again very close to my face so close that
our foreheads actually touch and then it is over and they are gone
and I am left screaming at the top of my lungs.
Only after the encounter has ended did it seem that any one in the
house could hear me.
Over the years that I lived there these encounters traumatized me and
I developed an over powering phobia of darkened windows. A terror so
over powering that I became paralyzed with fear when I had to
approach a dark window at night to lower the shade. Though for the
most part after my transformation at Magnetic Mine Road in Brewster
New York some years ago I still will not sleep at night in a room
with a raised shade or the lights out.
Not that I thought or think that lowered shades could prevent things
from entering my home as I well knew they couldn't and didn't. It is
just the thought that I might catch a glimpse of something looking in
at me through the darkened window that freezes and collapses my legs
Actually even in the light of day I will still get a pang of terror
if some one comes to, or passes by my window, even though I might
know that they are going to do so.
I tell all that would come to visit me never to knock at my windows
or come to them for any reason with out first calling my attention to
the fact that they are going to do so, for it is not safe for them,
or me, that they would do such a thing, and I will leave it at that.
Although I can and do now raise my shades during the day, and leave
them up in rooms that I am not working in over night, for the most
part I do not do this unless necessary for the needs of my plants.
Now let's look at that attack in another way.
Why did I always awake when they were there and how did I always know
they were there for me?
Either they told me telepathically they were there to prepare me for
an encounter, or maybe after so many encounters I could sense when
they are about. The scratching, rapping, tapping, and knocking at the
Is it not human custom to knock before entering?
Possibly they were trying to make me more comfortable with their
presence (A snowballs chance in hell of that happening) by an attempt
to mimic human customs.
Their peeping could be viewed as them saying.
"I know you may not remember me from the last time, and that my
appearance frightens you, so I will show myself a little at a time so
you can get used to the way I look, and remember me."
The showing of first a half of the face.
Showing their full face.
"Remember me now?"
Showing their full figure.
"Now do you remember me?"
Their pushing through the window and rushing upon me, grabbing me,
and thrusting those huge eyes in my face. When we humans meet friends
we have not seen in awhile we too rush upon and embrace them.
However this does not go to well with a child that has been taught
that things like these are monsters and or demons. What's with the
eye thrusting business?
I know from my own personal experiences and as documented in the
reports of other abductees, these entities eyes seem to be the main
way they communicate telepathically with us and others.
So being like our mouths, that we use mainly for communication is the
biggest opening on our face, their eyes serving the same purpose,
also have grown quite large, and is the largest opening on their face.
If the eyes are the window to the soul then to them we have very
little windows and so it must be like trying to read the fine print
of a contract to read our thoughts.
So they do as we do, they put there eyes very close to what it is
they are trying to read.
Again having eyes almost half the size of your head coming close to
you did not sit well with this child of Bug Eyed Monsters in Science
Fiction and Horror movies either.
The results being my screams of terror and crying.
Then came that damned tickling.
When we humans accidentally scare a child and it starts crying what
do we do?
We instantly put a big smile on our face and try to tickle it to make
it stop crying.
Now again think of their small ears and our big mouths imagine what
it sounds like to them.
So I can well see how they may be in a rush to get me to shut my big
Thus again they try to do as we humans do, but when your lips are
little more than a slit it is hard to give a big smile, thus a smile
becomes a grotesque smirk.
When they try to tickle with those frightening grand Daddy Long Leg
fingers of theirs that's it you loose it altogether and your pitch
nears the hyper sonic.
Now comes the Googaly Feeling.
What the hell was that all about I wondered why if they were trying
to calm you down would they do that?
Then I thought about the fact that these entities are telepathic!
If they send an energy coursing through every part of you while they
are in mind link with you they can do a complete physical in a matter
of seconds as they read off what you feel.
They form a closed circuit with their touch when they grip you about
your rib cage.
Remember the feeling is not unpleasant, but over powering.
Still regardless of all else it is entering and leaving your body
through those long, thin creepy fingers.
You can feel it as it enters your body from their left hand on the
right side of your rib cage, then it courses through your quivering
body, and then it exits through your left side entering into their
When it was over they would always touched their forehead to mine,
once again bringing those huge eyes too damned close to my face for
comfort, and then it would be over.
I could never understand that other than to say they were getting in
one last "Boo!" before leaving me.
Then one day while speaking to another Abductee, a woman friend of
mine, whom has hybrid children she made a statement, that took me by
surprise and cleared up that last question.
She was talking about an experience she had with her hybrid daughter
where as they were separating her daughter kissed her. She then asked
me if I knew how aliens kissed?
I said "No" and in truth I had never thought much about it.
She said" They touch their foreheads to yours."
Only then did I realize that all my encounters with the Window
Peepers always had ended with a kiss!
Now I know there are those that will read the above and say that I am
suffering from the Stockholm Syndrome or I have rationalized my
experiences into a comfortable way of dealing with them to them I say
the same could be said about them too but I am willing to enter a
debate with them. I only know that my way of looking at my
experiences have bought light to areas where once darkness and fear
governed, and although I am still not ready to seat down to tea with
I however, am ready to see that there is a way to understand some of
the things they do, and that they may have been giving us answers to
our questions all along.
It is because we have not been able to push through or own self
imposed fears and blindness to try and look at the so
called "Abduction Phenomena " in another way, and I really think that
If you are interested in reading about more of my experiences and
seeing some of the video footage I have shot of UFOs over my home
please visit my websites:
Temple Of The Infidel: galileo.spaceports.com/~posey/ and
Pieces Of An Enigma: www.geocities.com/Athens/Atlantis/7247/
"Know thyself and you'll know thine enemy." Posey Gilbert