November 1998
A relaxing night of sky
watching at the black mailbox was just what
the doctor had ordered. We had been there for
about an hour and a half and so far the night
was uneventful, so we decided to head up to
the A'le'inn for dinner.
Besides us, the Inn consisted of a family
of three (judging from his haircut and
demeanor I assumed the father was in the
military) and a drunk local at the bar.
Just as we were walking in I heard the
drunk say "Earthlings, we are coming in for a
landing." in a mock alien voice. The comment
was directed towards the family of three.
His comments would persist through the
night. I was starting to think the sign on
the wall
that read "We don't have a town drunk, we all
take turns" wasn't meant in jest. I ordered a
steak (which was surprisingly good!). Angie
ordered french toast, which went untouched.
The exertion of the day's exploring had taken
a
toll on her and she was starting to feel ill
once again. Pat Travis, being a gracious host
as always, brought her a cup of tea. It was
no use though, she needed sleep.
We had planned on returning to the
mailbox, but I offered to take her back to
the motel room in Alamo instead. We thanked
Pat for her help and departed. As soon as we
hit the road Angie was asleep. As we neared
the mailbox I found my eyes darting back and
forth, from watching for cows on the highway
to scanning the skies to the west. Soon
enough I saw something. An orange light in
the sky, a flare! Believe it or not it was
actually exciting! This was the first time I
had seen anything in the skies near
Area 51. I was tempted to stop the car, get
out my compass and video camea, and record
the whole event. But I was tired, and anxious
to get Angie back to the motel so I just
pulled off onto the shoulder of the highway
and got out the binoculars.
I studied the light through the binoculars
for about a minute to make sure it wasn't
moving, sadly it wasn't. Just a flare. I
nudged Angie and pointed out the window.
"See that?" I asked.
She raised her sleepy head and squinted
her eyes. "Yeah, what is it?"
"A flare" I said. But she had already
fallen back asleep.
Reluctantly, I pulled back onto the
highway.
We went to bed as soon as we got back to
our room. It was chilly night and Angie had
worn an undershirt with form fitting thermals
over it,
this I remember. We both got a good night's
sleep, and felt very well rested the next
morning. Neither of us had any recollection
of getting up that night. Angie woke up
before me, and proceeded to go about her
morning routine. As she was changing she
noticed something odd and shook me awake.
"This is really wierd!" she said.
"Look!"
Sometime during the night, her arms had
somehow slipped out of her undershirt,
and her undershirt had been turned around
backwards and slipped down around
her waist. For this to happen however, it
would have required
that her tight fitting thermal top be taken
off first, but it was still on when she had
woken up. Angie seemed very sure that she
hadn't gotten up during the night.
I let ou a little laugh and said "Hmmm,
maybe you got abducted."
We pondered the possiblities of what might
have happened throughout the morning but
couldn't come up with an answer. We were just
about to let it go when Angie saw something
on my neck.
"Turn around." She said.
She started to examine the skin behind my
ear very closely.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You have some kind of marks back
here."
"Yeah right." I said, thinking I was
calling her bluff.
She assured me she wasn't kidding and
handed me a pocket mirror. Using the mirror
she gave me, along with the bathroom mirror,
I could see the marks for myself.
Three
tiny dots, evenly spaced, and in a perfectly
straight line. I guess they could be
described as small puncture wounds or maybe
bug bites. Angie seemed a bit unsettled by
all this, I found it a rather interesting way
to top off our trip.
It was our last day in the area, so we
decided to head back up to the A'le'inn for
breakfast a some souvineirs (just what I
needed, more Area 51 crap). Pat brought us
our menus, and I couldn't help but ask
"Have you ever heard of anyone waking up
around here with their cloths on differently
then they were when they went to bed?"
"Not off hand" she said "but it wouldn't
surprise me. Why?"
I related the story of the morning's
events, she was quick to point out that many
people have had alledged abduction
experiences in the area. She also told us of
people waking up with strange markings on
their necks and legs. Angie was quick to
interject
"You mean like three little dots in a
row?"
"Yeah sometimes" Pat said "But scoop
marks are more common."
Angie proceeded to point out my
Marks. Pat examined them closely
"Probably just bug bites, I wouldn't worry
about them too much, unless they don't go
away."
As of this writing (almost three months
later), they are still there.
We took the
events in good humor, we often joke back and
forth about being kidnapped by the aliens. On
one or two occasions since then Angie has had
dreams of aliens with big dark eyes and
suddenly jolted herself awake. In my opinion
its probably just psycho-sematic, but you
never know.
