It is kind of interesting that Strieber was exploring this concept with his first book in 1979. While investigating the brutal evisceration of two beat cops, Wilson and Neff, the two investigating detectives, see something they don’t understand. Now I don’t know what it was, but I don’t remember no aliens or any probing, so with what I know the only logical explanation is that it was something terrestrial, maybe some flyboy from McConnell Air Force Base having a bit of fun making me piss my pants.Īs far as the missing time, well hell, maybe we lost track of more time than we thought. He fell back asleep before I even got to the good part. He looked at his watch and looked over at me. The light moved off my car across the road to the other ditch.Īfter another three miles or so the light just disappeared.Īs soon as it vanished, Oren woke up.
The car shimmed to the left and back to the right due to the death grip my hands had on the wheel that was causing me to oversteer. The road disappeared as my eyes were overwhelmed with too much brightness. The light came over and landed on the car for probably a half a second, but it felt like longer. I grabbed his jacket and gave it a good yank.
The light continued to follow alongside of my vehicle. I leaned out of the window as far as I could and looked upward trying to spot a helicopter. I turned off the radio and rolled down the window (Yes, to those youngster out there we actually used to have to physically roll down windows on vehicles.). The light followed along in the ditch with the car. It was so bright it was as if it were lighting the grass on fire, and to look at it left bright red spots in my eyes. We were North of Hill City when a flash of bright light illuminated the ditch beside my Pontiac. He fell asleep leaving me with the soft sound of the radio and with heavy eyes peering into the inky black night of the middle of nowhere.
It was late when we were coming back home. In 1985 I had skipped school to drive my buddy around to several dealerships in neighboring towns to try and find him a good used pickup. I didn’t know what to believe, but let's just say uncertainty had purchased a townhouse in my mind. We were selling out of these books so fast and furious at the bookstore that I finally decided to take them home and read them. Both were about alien abduction, and the fact that they both came out in the same year created a synergy of dread and doubt. In the same year Budd Hopkins published his book titled Intruders. I first became aware of Whitley Strieber in 1987 when he published his first “non-fiction” work titled Communion. It had the same functional beauty as a hand, a lethal one.” Almost.what a human being might have if people had claws. He placed it on the desk, then picked it up again and ran its claws along his cheek. He turned it in his hands, looking at its supple efficiency for the hundredth time.
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