| George M. Pinel 10-25-03 The Real Encounter Part II By: George M. Pinel �Bang, bang, bang!� shouted Mike as he humiliated me in a game of virtual tetherball. �Looks like I win again,� Mike announced arrogantly. �A loss to you is like a loss to Doctor J in football,� I defended. �Doctor J played basketball, idiot,� Mike added. �But, there�s still one thing I can whoop you at, surfing the net,� I remarked. As you probably can tell Mike and I are the non-athletic type, but they still know a milestone worth of information. They both have believed in aliens since they were children, and researched through many sites. In particular, the site http://www.veritastruth.com has been viewed many times by them, but they never click on the pop-up ads that circulate there. �Whoa, cool! Look at this interview with the cameraman who filmed an alien autopsy.� Mike told me. �Yeah, but too bad that my computer is too slow, and there is no ad-zapper.� I brooded. �Doot-a-loot,� the computer flashed as an ad appeared. It read, �The Real Encounter,� and its description said that you could experience a real encounter for a price. The ad never explained what the ad was, but the boys were more than willing to spend whatever it costs. The desktop was flashing blue and red and in the center were the words �125 minutes to activate.� It wasn�t very long for me to fall asleep; however, Mike tried to stay up. �Crackle!� the intensity of thunders' volume wakes me. �What happened to me?� I wonder in his head as he arises in an unknown land. �Hey mommy, what�s that man doing there?� a nearby voice questions. �Well I don�t know, let�s find out,� a deeper voice answers. A dark figure steps out through the door. She approaches me in mystery and caution. �Who are you and what are you doing in my back yard during a thunderstorm?� the woman asks. �Well I�m George and I don�t know what I�m doing here, because this isn�t where I fell asleep,� I reply. �What was the last thing you remember?� the woman asks. �I was sitting with my friend Mike by my computer and we were researching aliens-� I say as his sentence comes to an abrupt halt. He realizes that he has experienced a loss of time, one of the major signs reported by the abducted. �Oh, your one of those insane alien people who think they�ve been abducted,� the lady replied. �Since you know who I am, mind telling me who you are?� I ask politely. �I�m June Ellis and that�s my son, Tom Ellis,� she replied to me. �Oh, well can I stay at your house for a little while?� I asked as June approved. The next day, I wake up to the sound of the electric radio in the corner of the guest room. �Rise and shine, it 7 A.M. December 8, 1965 and this is WHJB Kecksburg, Pa.� the radio announcer read. I thought to myself why the date and city seemed so important, but didn�t seem to care too much. The day goes by and all I am thinking about is how he got into the past and how to get back. He thinks that it is because he might be abducted and that time was broken by the speed of a UFO, but then he just thinks he�s crazy and that theory is farfetched. Later that night, I was listening to the radio when it said, �You guys won�t believe this, but reports are circulating about increased alien abductions, cattle being mutilated, and crop circles throughout Canada and the Northern part of America. So much as one in every fifteen people has claimed that they witnessed one of those alien related events. �Did he say Kecksburg?� Joe wonders to himself as he realizes why Kecksburg is so important. �There�s going to be a UFO crash,� I screamed, �you have to get supplies and meet me at the Ellis�s house, bring supplies and I�ll take you to the exact place where there was a crash. That night, there was about a group of 4 men who came to the Ellis�s house to find the crash. I show them where the crash was, when suddenly, �Ka-bang!� a big lightening bolt shot out from the sky. It knocked down two trees and the sky turned purple. �Whoa, that must be a UFO!� shouted one of the men. They peek behind the trees and notice an ordinary man. �It�s just a hoax,� says one of the men, �you know its people like you who make me sick. �Is that you, Mike?� I ask the man. �George,� Mike said, �where am I?� Mike replied. �Well, you�re in Kecksburg, Pennsylvania, 1965, when the UFO supposedly crashed,� I replied, �maybe youcoming here was mistaken for a UFO.� �Tell me the exact date,� Mike said to me. �Well, it is December 8, 1965,� I answered. �No, it can�t be, the UFO crashed tomorrow, and I know exactly where,� Mike responded. �Wow, this is getting confusing,� I said, �I am going to sleep.� �Okay, well I�ll be on the lookout for anything suspicious,� Mike responded. �It is 3:00 o�clock P.M. for all of you late sleepers, and you�re listening to WHJB Kecksburg,� the radio announced, �and this is your disc jockey Stan Wall.� I went outside to check if Mike was alright, and he was. �Finally, you�re awake, now we got to get ready for that crash,� Mike said to me as he got up from his lounge chair. We went into the Ellis's garage to get a gun and flashlights. We went to the spot where Mike said that the UFO will crash, and waited for an hour and forty-five minutes. �Ker-plunk,� a loud roar suddenly came from only 7 yards away. �Holy crap, a UFO,� Mike screamed triumphantly. The UFO resembled a large upturned acorn like craft partly buried in the ground. A blue light appeared from the UFO, quickly followed by a stream of gases. All of the sudden, Mike fainted on the ground. His head plunged onto all of the leaves, sticks, and dirt on the ground. A quick flash came from the craft, another flash swiftly followed. The flash stopped moving and appeared to be a gray alien. I reached my hand to it, but the alien just grabs it and punches me in the face. I pound my head on a nearby tree. I try to snatch the rifle down from under Mike, but I don�t want to lose sight of the grays. I quickly grab it and the grays begin to circle around the trees swiftly. I shoot my first bullet and it hits the gray�s feet. He flutters to the ground, and I try to hit him in the head. I get ready to aim and pull the trigger, when the other alien pushes me towards the ground. My gun slips out of my hand, but my bullet hits a branch, which plummets to the ground and hits the gray in the throat. The gray begins to cough up blood. I try to crawl to my gun as fast as possible, but it�s to no avail. The gray grasps the gun and points it directly at me, when all of the sudden, Mike tackles the gray and steals the gun. He points it at the gray, while he tries to run, but I grab his feet and hold them. Mike shot the gray right in his face and it piercingly screams. His face has a large opening right through the center of his large eye. �And now for alien number two,� Mike taunts referring to the alien coughing blood. He turns to shoot at him, but he�s gone. �Let�s leave,� I say to Mike as I walk out of the forest. We notice a number of men, some in army uniforms, and some in normal black suits. �What did you see back there?� one of the men in an army uniform asks. �Nothing,� I reply to him. �Well, we�re going to have to confiscate your weapon and take you in for interrogation,� the man says as he drags us into two separate rooms. �What did you see?� the man in the suit asks. �I told you, I didn�t see anything,� I exclaim to the man. �Wrong answer!� the man yells as he shoots me in the leg. �Augh!� I scream while my leg was gushing blood. �What did you see?� the man yelled again as he pointed the gun at my face. I snatched the gun and attempted to make a run for it, but my leg was slowing me down. The one man from the army holds me at gun point, and says, �This time, I won�t let you go!� He reaches to pull the trigger, when all of the sudden. �Whoa, what happened?� I screamed as Mike woke me up. �I think you�ve gone crazy,� Mike responded to me. �But, I couldn�t have imagined it. Could I have?� I think to myself when I realize my leg is still gushing blood. The End |