Driving Through Walls My Supernatural Journey of Hope
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I could feel it very near the surface and poked a hole in my ear with a sterilized needle. Blood, fucking everywhere, I could feel this thing and I squeezed up, towards the hole I just pierced. Out pops this tiny metal… ball. Maybe half the size of a BB. It was black metal, completely spherical, with an indentation around the center, and teeny tiny golf ball-like indentations.
As I was rolling it around in my blood-covered fingers, it slipped, spun around the sink a couple of times and fell down the drain. I was 16, in the mountains in Springville, Utah. There were four of us in the tent. About 1 hour of being in the tent, a light appeared that we could see through the canvas.
We got out and looked at the weird looking light that was in the sky. About 30 minutes later it slowly starting moving down, and its light was lighting up the mountain valley. We were freaked out, starting swearing at it, shaking out bb guns at it. It eventually stopped again for another 30 minutes or so.
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At that point, it split into 2 light objects. One light got a blue flame and shot off into the sky in one direction. The other object did the same. No idea wtf it was. But we saw the same lights in the mountains for several days from our houses in the valley. One night I go down to the kitchen to drink water at about 4am and I hear this weird — kind of low pitched buzzing sound coming from outside.
I go out to the backyard and shit you not, I see this fucking bright rounded object UFO hovering about feet right above me. I just froze there. I almost felt like I was paralyzed for a moment. I watched it ascend higher into the air and take off at an incredible speed and disappear into the wintery clouds. That night I had a dream that I was abducted. Now when I think about it, I wonder if the dream was real but was purposely made to seem like a dream? I was an air traffic controller tower in the Air Force and one morning, I think it was , and I was the crew chief on duty on a midnight shift along with one other controller.
All these years later I still wonder what it was, but it raised the hair on the back of my neck when I was watching it. He was a highway patrolman and he said that this all happened in the middle of the night when he was on patrol. He was in his patrol car, remembers seeing the lights and then he lost hours. He is actually mentioned in some of the literature and has a video on Youtube. His name is Herbert Shirmmer. Whenever he saw one he would jump in his Bel-Air and chase that fucker down, blazing down the country roads.
It was April of I live in Las Vegas but my balcony faces away from the lights and strip. I was stargazing for a bit when I noticed something odd, something was moving. A star I had been looking at suddenly disappeared, as if something moved in front of it. It was a boomerang shaped object, about as big as a private plane, moving silently and smoothly. Seemed like it was trying to blend in. It was also very low, maybe only feet up. Like if you were riding on top and I yelled something to you, you could hear me.
I watched as it silently glided out if my view. I looked online a few days later and apparently only one other person saw it. Must have been stealthy flying that low in this big of a city and only 2 people saw it. When I was a kid I lived right on the edge of this state forest. My friends and I would go adventuring out there all the time and as we got a bit older — middle school age- we started camping and just going for hikes to unwind. One night I went out for a walk by myself on a trail I knew with my eyes closed.
I had left my house at maybe 8pm. I could feel the pulses in my chest like they were synced up with my heartbeat. I just kind of shook it off after maybe 15 minutes as a weird coincidence and hopped up to meander my way home. When I got home all the lights were off which I found kind of weird until I went to plug my phone in.
When I got to the nearest intersection I looked at the signs which read N and 50W. Very weird vibe, we pass a stranded motorist, and we are usually the type to stop and help but we decided against it. I know, and they know, that something truly awful was going to happen to me. It gets dark before we get there and rains a little bit. My father asked him what the men wanted to see him for. I see the ground getting closer and closer, I know this is it, and I know I will die. The last craft that flew over us flew over lower and slower than the first four had.
It was 2 am. While I was out on a Boy Scout camp out order of the arrow for you guys out there , I slept outside of a tent for the first night as is part of the camp out. I saw these three lights open up in the sky, like a perfect equilateral triangle. They just seemed to shoot down and illuminate the entire forest. At this point, everything goes quiet. Like the birds, bugs, deer and coyotes just all shut up. They moved so slow across the sky and I remember following them down to the pond edge.
I took a couple steps into the water, and then they just kept going, before disappearing. I was 12 watching High School High with my brother and my friend. My parents had gone out and left us with my uncle who was asleep upstairs. We paused the movie and gave my friend some money to go to the corner store about 2 minutes away because they had glass-bottled cokes. I wondered what took him so long so I stepped outside to see if he was coming. As soon as I did, probably about 50 or more feet directly above me, I saw the bottom of a spinning UFO.
It had about 12 or so spinning lights. I stood there in awe for about 10 seconds until I realized wtf I was watching. At that point I called my little brother out to see it. He came running out and asked me what it was.
Then in the snap of a finger it just went about 60 feet at the same height to my right over my apartments parking lot. As soon as I got under it the thing just zoomed straight over these other apartments and into the sky in another snap of a finger. I will never ever forget that speed. That UFO truly changed the person I was. I live in Southern California. I often drink beer at night on my porch and stargaze. I have, on numerous occasions seen objects that are not satellites, planes, or shooting stars move in bizarre patterns and emit immense light before quickly disappearing in the night.
They looked at me for a few seconds and left. When I was 19 I was camping in New Mexico near this school for deaf kids. We heard this screaming so we popped out of the tent to see a large glowing upside down-lampshade-thing in the middle of this field 30ft away. I drifted up into the night and accelerated FAST until it popped like a firework in the sky. I personally witnessed the Phoenix Lights. Well I know somebody who was involved in this incident. Basically a bunch of school kids all reported seeing a little man step out of a UFO who then transmitted images telepathically to them.
This all happened during their break. Any time you mention it to her, she becomes anxious and asks if we could talk about something else. I still have no idea what this was. I was out in the cornfields south of Des Moines trying to get a photo of the Milky Way. This red thing flew from South to North — not a sound at all. I was able to swing my camera around to take this second exposure. I was in Venice in September of this year. I was riding a waterbus at night, and I was looking out over the big lagoon. I watched it for a short while, maybe a few minutes, and I saw that a couple of others on the waterbus noticed it too.
I kept watching it, though, and eventually it decelerated and stopped. It hovered in this position for a small while, and then disappeared in an instant. They never said anything, just looked lovingly at me and I was never frightened. Sometimes there would be two or three, sometimes just one. I always spoke to them and then I would fall asleep. As I grew up, I forgot about them.
Many years later, I was looking at a book by Whitley Strieber about aliens and what people who claimed to have seen aliens, reported that they looked like. My tall men, looked just like all the pictures in the book. I got kind of freaked out and stared at this white very vibrant light and within seconds this light went up until it was out of sight. Next day in papers: We were swimming in the apartment complexes swimming pool when we saw what we at first thought was a jet liner flying very high in the air.
There happened to be a helicopter flying much lower also. Just like it was doing a corner in a box. It shot off across the sky. My dad saw a cigar-shaped craft with red portholes floating over a cornfield when he was a teen in the mids. He was taking a rural shortcut and saw it hovering. He stopped his truck to look at it and then it took off with what he describes as near-instant acceleration.
First time I ever tried to write this down, first time telling anyone outside the family. Summer before 8th grade, me and two of my friends snuck out at midnight to go walk around the neighborhood and go see these girls on the next block who were having a sleepover. Like the pictures of the Hindenburg but bigger than that and as close if not closer. Completely silent and the size of at least four to five football fields across, no exaggeration, even though I was young. We stare at it entranced, asking each other over and over again if we see it, which we all agree that we do, standing there, frozen in one place.
At that point it was like 5 or 6 am and the sun was coming up. We all made a promise to tell my dad in the morning because he worked for the city but we never did. We all grew up and I sort of lost touch with him too. We did reconnect over Facebook and such over the years but it was like there was something between us neither of us wanted to touch or talk about.
The idea of this has always scared me more than any sort of possible abduction scenario. But nothing on the news, nothing in the paper, nothing on tv, no words spoken about it again ever by anyone. My mom tells a story of her and her friend. Next thing they know, the light is gone. So a couple months later, mom moves away and loses contact with Lisa for about 10 years.
She finally meets up with her again and immediately notices that something is odd about Lisa. Like she was really happy and at peace, for no good reason. After they talk for a bit, Lisa brings up the incident on the roof. She was confused and scared and wanted to avoid discussing it. Then, as time passed, she began to remember more of it. She remembers it all clearly, and she remembers the other 3 times she was abducted after that clearly as well.
At first, they paralyzed her somehow and did all sorts of invasive experiments on her, but by the most recent time, they stopped probing her and began to talk with her. Apparently they told her all sorts of things — stuff about space, Earth itself, and most shockingly, predicted years beforehand that she would get pregnant in a specific year and it would also be a stillborn, and that she would never be able to have children again.
They also told her that it was not their fault and they even made an attempt to save her from this fate, but they were unsuccessful. They also told her that they had abducted my mother. Another time, after that first incident. I was driving home for the weekend from school at Indiana University. It takes me about two hours to get home, and I left Bloomington around As the car came to a stop and I started to open my glove box to get out my registration and proof of insurance, the lights suddenly disappeared, and no car drove past. The electronics in my car started to go haywire. The radio was randomly changing stations while the volume kept going up and down while the dome light and headlights start to flicker and turn off and back on.
This was at I start thinking to myself that my battery must be failing, or else I have a short somewhere in the electric system of my car… so I lean down to pop the hood so I can take a look at the battery, and that is the last thing I remember doing. The next thing I know, I open my eyes and see nothing but the night sky full of bright stars — it was a cold night and it seemed like I had never seen stars that bright in my life.
I sat up and looked around, and I saw absolutely nothing. I was in the middle of a field, surrounded by corn stalks left over from the recent harvest. As I started to come to my senses I started to freak out. Why the fuck am I asleep in the middle of a field? Where the fuck is my car? I got up and started walking toward the distant headlights I could see from a road about half a mile away.
When I got to the nearest intersection I looked at the signs which read N and 50W. I was half a mile away from my car which was just right off the main road. I started walking toward the headlights I could see on the main road. I looked at my phone which was sitting on the passenger seat, and the time was 2: Over three hours had passed since I turned off onto the side road for the flashing lights behind me. I remember sitting in my car completely dumbfounded, wondering what the hell had just happened to me. After about half an hour of just sitting there I remembered that my battery was dead; so I got on the phone and called AAA to come out and give me a jump.
It took about an hour for them to get out to me since I was a good distance away from the nearest town; during which time I just sat in silence, running through the possible scenarios in my head concerning what had just happened. I have only shared this story with one other person — my uncle. I was on a wildfire just south of Dugway Proving Grounds in Utah. We were in fire rigs driving to the incident area, four trucks in close convoy, when we heard helicopters.
Eight black military choppers escorted us in formation for like ten miles, we assumed they were just doing drills and using us for fake target practice or something. A little while later we are parked and about to start hiking to the fire line when suddenly a thin column of smoke shoots probably about two hundred feet into the sky, it was a good mile away but the concussion was pretty significant when it hit us and the noise was still ridiculously loud. We thought it was probably no big deal, we knew we were near a strike zone. A good five minutes later an aircraft like nothing I have ever seen flew by us at maybe five hundred feet.
It was flat black and sort of rectangular but with fins and wells on the underside. It was moving pretty slow and was dead silent so I have to assume it was some sort of stealth glider. It sounds ridiculous but it immediately reminded me of a huge, flying bat mobile, Time Burton era. After that some military personnel got on our radio frequency and instructed us to leave the area immediately, when our crew chief asked who it was and why they signed off and the Incident Commander the guy in charge of managing the entire situation came on the radios and said we were evacuating the area.
They sent us to a completely different fire about a hundred miles to the south and never told us why except that it was higher priority which was bullshit, it was already out when we got there and we just assisted crews in the mop up operation. Either a communications breakdown or they had a now shit situation going down and had to get us out of there without warning.
My Dad has over a dozen stories like this. He grew up in rural Illinois, near a woodsy area. They would watch the stars dart around like laser lights and laugh about it. He also had absolutely nothing to gain from making this shit up, he never tried to publish it or even write it down. He would just talk about it sometimes.
So my dad was in his teens, and weird UFO shit has been happening his whole life at this point. Suddenly, this big, black car pulls into his driveway. Tinted windows, completely black. My Dad just kind of watches it pull in, not sure what to think. The door opens and out steps a super tall, fair-faced white man. He has blonde hair, an extremely well-tailored black suit, and black sunglasses on. Right away, my Dad could see there was something off about him. He looks too perfect. Flawless skin, a child-like smile, and very overdressed for a hot summer day.
He looks distinctly out of place. The man walks up to my Dad and asks for his name. My Dad around 15 at the time asks him why he wants to know. The man smiles and explains that he just wants to ask him a few questions and he means no harm. First, the tall white dude asks my Dad if he lives here. My Dad says yes, and asks why he wants to know. The man has a completely relaxed, non-confrontational tone, and seems almost giddy — like he was really excited to be having this conversation. He asks my Dad if he had seen, felt, or heard anything that he felt was outside of the ordinary.
My Dad said sometimes, and again asked why he wanted to know. The man just kept grinning, and by now my Dad was feeling pretty comfortable. He had never seen this guy before in his life. His grin disappears and he looks worried. Without so much as a goodbye, he opens his car door, gets inside and drives away — still making no noise at all.
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My Mom saw the same fucking dude. She was in a bookstore looking to buy something — dunno the details really — when she turned around and noticed this tall, fair-looking blonde guy in a black suit sitting at table in the cafe, 30 feet or so from my mom. He was reading a newspaper. Sitting across from him was another dude, dressed exactly the same as the blonde one. They still looked strangely out of place, somehow too perfect, too clean. The blonde guy notices my mom looking at him.
Again, his demeanor completely changes. He stands up, turns around, and quickly walks out of the bookstore with the second guy right behind him. What the fuck right? Or the most obvious alien ever is trying to study my family in our natural habitat. Ok, here it goes. The first time I had ever seen anything I was 7 in Houston, Texas. One night I saw an intensely bright floating light over the treeline probably about a half mile away. I hollered but nobody came to see it. I did not see anything else until March of This was in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. My mother lived in a garden home community, all houses the same size, all one story, and you had great visibility distance wise.
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When I walked out something caught my eye to the left of me. I looked over and saw a bright blue, yellow, green, white, red, orange strobing flashing light floating silently to the left. It was a teardrop, sunflower seed type shape, and the craft seemed to have the lights being transmitted from the top half of it. It was almost as if it was transmitting some type of light pattern upward. It also had a dark, thin, smooth line of exhaust that disappeared feet behind it. This all occurred no less than yards away from me.
After it passed the moon I ran inside and grabbed someone. He saw it but it was too far away to make out what it was. I went home which was only a few blocks away and looked out from the driveway the same direction the first craft had come from. I saw two dim white lights slowly coming over the horizon at a slow pace heading towards me.
I then ran inside and grabbed my mother out of bed. We stood there for about 20 minutes while 5 separate crafts flew over us, first came two, then two, then one, about minutes apart from each other, maybe 20 mph, maybe feet up, completely silent. The way that they looked from underneath was each one had two huge bright white lights which were maybe feet across each but they were so bright it was hard to get a good estimate.
They also had a pulsating red one between the white lights that dimmed and re-lit. I would estimate from the size of the white lights that each craft was maybe between feet wide. The last craft that flew over us flew over lower and slower than the first four had. Then, it made a noise. It let out a sound that to this day haunts me. What I could best compare it to would be this sound. Take those two sounds, except make it digital, and multiply it by 50, this…was…loud. The craft did that twice. These craft flew directly over us and I believe that the sound was an acknowledgement.
Whatever was piloting it knew we were watching it, kind of like a hello. I immediately started crying, I had no idea what I was looking at or had just heard. The second big experience I had occurred a couple weeks later. I was standing in my driveway smoking a cigarette listening to my iPod somewhere around 2 AM. I decided to pause my iPod to turn on the back light, waved my hand over it a couple times making somewhat of a strobe pattern.
I looked up, and directly above me was a trapezoid shaped craft with rounded edges that had a dark red and black pulsating glowing outline. It was like flowing electricity. It was not even 75 feet up, I could have hit this thing with a rock. I stood there while it hovered directly above me completely silent for maybe seconds while it made this kind of motion similar to the ball that Luke trained with in Star Wars.
It hovered side to side, front to back in a smooth motion, never getting more than 20 feet away from its original position. It was extremely fascinating, but I was frozen stiff. After those few seconds, I waved one hand at it in a friendly manner, it then changed light pattern and hovered away behind my house.
Upon deeper inspection, the fact that it knew that I saw it but made no effort to evade my detection makes me think it wanted me to follow it, although I was too freaked out to think about that at the time. I have seen that same craft on 3 other different occasions, once again in Tuscaloosa, once in Hoover, and once in Bessemer.
The time I saw it in Hoover was at an apartment complex at the top of a huge hill with a great overlook.
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It was night time and I was with friends. Over the overlook, I saw a grey craft facing my direction that looked similar to a Hoth fighter forgive the star wars references , and as soon as I saw it, it took off to the right silently extremely quick. The times in Bessemer and Tuscaloosa the trapezoid shape appeared in the sky solid white, stretched to twice its length, then the bottom shot up to the front, like it hit light speed or something.
I do frequently see what I like to call streaks. They look like shooting stars only very low, move slower, but they still have tails that stream behind them. They can also appear in many different colors. One strange story is one night when I had a dream in Tuscaloosa. I was laying on something cold, and I felt what seemed like rubber between my legs around my junk. It was very strange to me since a lot of people who report abductions report sperm and eggs being taken for breeding programs. The next morning, I went to let the dog out in the backyard, which is very small.
To the left of the patio, there was a solid white ring in the grass that was maybe feet wide. I showed my mother and she had told me that she heard a noise that woke her up the night before, but she just dismissed it. Another extremely confusing experience I had occurred in my driveway in Tuscaloosa. To give you an idea of where this occurred, look up Shelton State Community College.
The house was less than a quarter mile from the campus in the Englewood neighborhood. It was night time and I heard this static that I could compare to a jet, I looked over and directly above the community college was a light blue slit in the sky. I would say it was maybe two hundred yards long, completely vertical, and had what looked like white electric currents coming off of both sides of it. I looked at it and maybe about 25 white things shot out of the slit to the left one at a time at a quick pace leaving the trail behind it that I previously talked about.
After they passed, the bottom of the slit went upward until the slit closed, and it made a strange sound, and then it was gone. Some solid lit that float across the sky or move in strange patterns, and some that brighten up to a great intensity and then fade as they pass. After that first big experience I started doing some research because I was so confused. I found a type of UFO witness called a contactee.
These people are similar to abductees except they are kept up with. I have no idea why I have had so many experiences, and I have only listed a fraction of them. My best guess would be that since I acknowledged the presence of whatever it was I was seeing, it decided to keep up with me.
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There are so few people that I can talk with about it and be taken seriously. I want to seek hypnotherapy to see if there might be anything else I could uncover. As we passed it the top of it looked like a bowl and was a lighter grey and it remained there fixed and in place for a good minutes until we drove out of sight.
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It blinks once more and is directly in front and over top of us, the red light is so bright it floods the car in a deep scarlet hue. I lean forward so that I can see directly into the light, in that brief moment I feel a flood of negative emotions the closest description I can offer is to that of being naked under a giant microscope and having every pore examined thoroughly. I then look away from the light to my friend and ask him to drive, he barely responds apparently in a similar state.
I look out the window and to my horror the light is following us and does so for approximately miles. The light unexpectedly veers off to the left and comes down to ground level in a patch of trees adjacent to the road. My friend stops the car again and continues to stare at it and abruptly declares he is going to get out and look it like he is in some sort of trance.
He opens the door and I grab his arm and tell him if he does get out I will get in the driver seat and leave him, that we had to leave that instant. He looks at me and seems to come to and punches the gas so hard the tires lose traction and spin. I guess I would consider myself an abductee. As a child I had experiences of being abducted. I would lie awake in my bed all night in a state of hyper vigilance, trying to observe the bedroom door, closet door, windows, and walls around me all at once, until I exhausted myself to sleep.
The small grey ones are about as tall as toddlers, 3 ft I suppose, classic grey. Large heads, big insect eyes. Their torso and limbs are very slender and you have difficulty figuring out how they stand and walk upright carrying that large head. Their fingers are very long, and the long fingers and the eyes are the creepiest things about them.
Being with them is like being in the same room as a very creepy doll or mannequin, except they move around and are alive. They have a very disturbing vibe about them. I imagine that they probably stand in a closet when they are not working. But they still seem to be organic — they are not machines or robots. That skin and those eyes are their real skin and eyes, not a space suit or a helmet. She defintely had a personality and a sense of presence about her.
She would look into my eyes with her large eyes and she could see all of my thoughts. I could sense her in my head. She would say things to me, clearly as an attempt to get me to believe them or buy into them. I only wanted them to take me back home. I had no idea where I was. I just wanted to go home. In sleep paralysis, I have a dream or nightmare about a physical presence that is hostile or angry, and is restraining me or physically accosting me.
I just wake up feeling like complete shit, maybe several days in a row, and I might have daydreams about aliens or remembering scenes from alien abduction shows. As a kid, I remember finding an alien abduction book in the library, and it was like a door had been unlocked. My mom took us to McDonalds afterwards, and I finished the book there. It was like confirmation that they were real, that other people did know about them, and that I was really never safe from them. After that, as a teenager, I got my hands on all the alien abduction books and shows I could find.
They scared the shit out of me but I had to keep reading them. I have strong opinions about depictions of grey aliens, and there are some I consider to be very accurate while others seem like a stylized interpretation by someone who has never seen them. I suppose a wasp or a mantis has the most alien-like eyes out of all the insect. In my 20s I started seeing a therapist I have depression and during some really intense sessions I recalled the memories of the aliens, the specific memories I outlined about. She had to walk me through breathing exercises to get me to calm down.
If I were someone other than myself, I would be completely skeptical, and conclude that the alien abduction experience is just another type of sleep paralysis. Or that reading too many scary alien books will corrupt your mind. But why would you dream up aliens? They never touched me sexually anyways. Even if they device an experiment where they hook people up to machines and have brainwaves proving that certain types of sleep paralysis is the alien abduction phenomenon, I would still believe they were somehow real, because the experiences feel real, even after you wake up, not like a dream, nightmare, or sleep paralysis.
I know both of those are too crazy to really be explanations, but to me, those creatures are more than nightmares. I know that on a logical level this is some kind of nightmare or brain disturbance, but let me tell you, the people that suffer from this really do suffer. Some people made up a name for this: But I do wish sufferers could talk more freely about it, without fear of ridicule or dismissal. It happened in while my father was stationed on a military base in New Brunswick. One night my fathers best friend and his girlfriend left just after dark to go see Tron there was no movie theatre near the base so they had a long drive ahead of them.
About an hour later my friends father and his girlfriend were back on the base, the car pulled in and my father immediately noticed that it was damaged pretty badly and covered in several different colors of paint. My father asked them what had happened, why they had not gone to the movie. They brushed him off and went to bed. Dad said they looked pretty shook up. A few days later my father got out of his friend what had happened.
My fathers friends were driving along a stretch of highway with not much around but trees and hills, when they rounded a bend they noticed that a bunch of strange lights were coming from over a hill just ahead where no lights should be because there was nothing around for miles. Just at the base of that hill was a parking lot for a park of some kind with a narrow entrance. A bunch of cars were pulling into the parking lot to investigate the lights so my fathers friend pulled in to, every one got out of their cars and were about to start hiking to the top of the hill, when a large disk with flashing lights rose above the hills peak emitting a loud strange sound.
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She also continues to produce commercials for local businesses in her spare time. You could have killed Sammy, and then there would never be any forgiveness. Cas now is like season four's Sam, Blinded by power, unable to see how corrupted he has become, going on a self destructive mission for what he views as the greater good. I hope Cas would find redemption on season seven as Sam did before.
Finally, and I say it for like the millionth time, Please stop hurting the Metalicar. Was this review helpful? Sign in to vote. A good solid concluding episode. Who is the bad guy here? Dean has to deal with someone who uses his own reckless methods, and wonders what to do with him. Sam has to go threw a personal battle as his wall has been taking down and must deal with his hell experience. Dean, and Bobby must try and stop the opening of purgatory! The ending is a shocker! Leaves room for another season. I give this episode a 10 out of With such a open ended question for the season final the viewer is left hanging.
I wonder what is in store for next season? Is the cage going to be open in the next season? Will there be any new characters added? Zetal 23 February Supernatural was designed with a five-year arc. You could tell it in Season 6, as they struggled to find their way forward. And that was the problem.