Visit from Outer Space

I next interviewed a young lad, Mr Borg, who seemed a bit more excited, and not at all scared, by the strange goings on.  He seemed definitely surer of what he saw: “It was about half eight in the evening.  I’m certain because I had been watching the news” was the first thing he said to me.  He then proceeded to tell me everything else that he saw: “First came the strange humming sound.  As I went to investigate the night suddenly turned into day, as I got engulfed in a bright red light.  At first I thought some criminal had escaped and the police where giving chase with a helicopter, scanning the area with those big searchlights like you normally see on the Reality TV.  What I saw up in the sky was nothing of this world though.  It was dark and saucer-shaped and for a while it just stood there, motionless in the sky.  Then I was blinded with light and as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness I could no longer see anything.”  

Next on my list was a little, puzzled child by the name of Joseph, who was clearly in a state of panic.  Before I expected him to tell me the story I suggested that we sit down on the bench and he takes a few deep breaths.  Then, when he nodded that he was feeling better, he began telling me what he witnessed.  “I was so absorbed/engrossed (busy) playing a shoot-them up game on my computer that I didn’t hear my bedroom door opening.  I didn’t even notice the blinding light at first, with all the explosions on my screen.  The next thing I know was feeling someone tapping me on my shoulder.  At first I thought it was my mum who had come to give me some tea; seeing that I often can go without eating or drinking for hours when I’m playing on the computer.  I told her to place it on desk and I would take it soon after I finished that level, but the tapping on my shoulder continued, this time harder.  I turned around in frustration but instead of my mum, I got the shock of my life.  For those brief moments that seemed like eternity our eyes were locked.  Although they didn’t talk, it felt as if they were reading my thoughts.  Then, the next thing I remember was waking up screaming from my chair.  I stood up and looked around my room but everything was in order.  I then rushed down to tell everything to my mum, but she told me that playing all those games wasn’t good for me, that I must have imagined it all.”

The more people I interviewed that day, the more the story got unravelled (untied), but I was no closer to the truth.  Apart from the confused witnesses and that crop circle, these beings left no real proof behind as to their origin.  Again I was left with more questions than answers!