Two
Extraterrestrial Investigators
I was off the face of the Earth, beyond the moon, for two whole weeks, and I am not an astronaut. After the police had found my empty car on County Road 47, they declared me missing after seventy two hours of not being witnessed by anyone. My picture was on every local and national news program. The story of my disappearance was a sensation on the internet because blue and green lights moving in an erratic pattern were reported by residents along CR-47. Many speculated I had been abducted.
After returning, I was somewhat of a media sensation. I hated it. Every phone call was someone wanting to do an interview so I could give my account of my disappearance. I always gave them the same answer, ‘I don’t remember’. This only led to further speculations about me being abducted. My response was the idea of me being abducted was ludicrous. Everyone knows alien don’t abduct black people. The ufologist didn’t believe me and neither did the CIA, FBI, NSA, USAF and the men in black.
I terminated my home phone and internet service, because they, the CIA, FBI, NSA and men in black, were most likely monitoring my communications. The next thing I did was to get rid of all my Genius products which included my game console, television, cellphone, and laptop.
I spent my days dodging group after group of government officials. First it was two guys from the Air Force. Days later it was the CIA and FBI, followed by the NSA who told me I was a threat to national security if I didn’t tell them about my disappearance. Soon after the men in black came, making their presence known. They drove by my house daily in three hours increments in their black SUV. So far they hadn’t approached me. Everywhere I went, there sat a black SUV with two men in black paying close attention to my every move. I didn’t make it hard for them to follow me since I hadn’t gotten my car out of the police impound yard. I was using pedal power.
The only person who didn’t question my disappearance was my girlfriend and best friend Alyce Green. In fact she was my only friend. You see, I came to the conclusion that people were God’s worse creation and humanity hadn’t done anything to dispute that notion. So I decided to limit my human contact. Alyce jokingly calls me “Mr. Anti-Social”. I didn’t think I was antisocial, I was just reserved.
If any other guy had disappeared for two weeks, his girlfriend most likely would have moved on. Not Alyce whom I met her while taking pictures of Minnehaha Falls. The rest is history. We both had a passion for photography and bike riding. She was a dream come true because she also loved sports. We both were fans of Elijah “Prophet” Gaines and the Timberwolves. She told me she would wait until I was ready to tell her about my disappearance. I would never tell her the truth. It was best she didn’t know the truth. It was for her protection.
It was now October. The men in black continued driving by my house in their three hour increments. Alyce was visiting her parents up north, leaving me alone. Once she returned, we would take a much needed vacation.
As far as telling anyone about my abduction, I had to decide whom to tell. I just didn’t know where to start. When I wasn’t dodging government officials, I spent every waking hour watching programs about aliens and alien abductions on the Science, History and Destination America channels. They mostly talked about Project Bluebook and Area 51. Both were ruses to keep humans from focusing on the events taking place around them.
There was a group of ufologists on the Science channel program UFO Hunters I had thought about contacting. They appeared to be very serious. Then there is a group called MUFON who’s deep into the whole UFO thing.
After searching the internet for days at the local library, I found a group headquartered in Santa Monica, California called Extraterrestrial Investigators or ETI for short. It was convenient they had an office in Minnesota. Since the ETI wasn’t affiliated with the government, they were my best option. I sent them a letter through snail mail in case the men in black had a way of monitoring my email accounts. I remember reading a former U. S. president saying he didn’t use email because he feared the government was spying on him. He had right to fear the government.
A week later, two ETI field investigators were ringing my doorbell. They arrived before nine per my instructions.
Standing at my door were a medium height brunette female with glasses, a little extra weight, wearing a blue blouse, tan khakis, and a tan safari jacket and a tall skinny dark haired male with silver rim glasses, a thick goatee wearing a vest with lots of pockets, long sleeve tee shirt, cargo pants and Minnesota Twins baseball cap. They both carried a large equipment bag.
“Hello, Mr. Morningstar,” said the female with a bit of hesitation. “I’m Judy Clark and this is my associate Stephen Weiss. We’re from the ETI.”
I quickly scanned them to verify they were really human. I didn’t detect anything. After looking at my watch, I said, “Pull your car into the garage. We have about five minutes before they make their daily round.”
Judy handed Stephen the keys and followed me inside. I quickly went into the kitchen and opened the door leading to the garage. After opening the garage door, I watched Stephen drive a green Subaru Outback into the garage. I quickly closed the garage door.
“The ETI appreciates that you have decided to share your story with us,” said Judy with a wide smile on her round face. “You seemed to be the most trustworthy,” I said. Stephen finally joined us in the living room.
“By coming here you are ready to hear what I have to say,” I said. Judy and Stephen both said, “Yes.”
“I have water, coffee, tea or soda,” I said. Both quietly declined. I retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator while Judy and Stephen made their way to the dining area table.
“Do you mind if we record this session?” Judy asked before taking a seat. “No, I don’t mind,” I casually replied. After receiving my permission to record the session, Stephen quickly set up a small digital camera connected to a laptop as Judy gave me a hasty rundown of their credentials and organization.
“Wait, are those Genius electronics?” I asked looking at the large “G” logo. “I strictly said no Genius electronics. I thought I made that very clear in my letter.”
“Why not?” Stephen Weiss asked. “They are linked to what I’m about to disclose to you. They use these products to monitor people,” I said with strong conviction.
“Is that the reason you sent a letter by snail mail?” asked Judy. I smiled and said, “Precisely. I suggest that if you have any Genius electronics to dispose of them quickly. I’m sure all of your office computers are Genius products.”
Nodding, Stephen reluctantly stored away the laptop and camera. “Just write everything I’m about to say on paper,” I said. “It can’t be track and can easily be destroyed if necessary.”
“What about a tape recorder?” Stephen asked as he held up a small recorder from the Stone Age. “It can’t be tracked. I always come prepared.” I nodded my okay.
“Is there a reason for not giving an interview on camera after there was some speculation about you being abducted?” asked Stephen as he placed the tape recorder in front of me.
“Because the world isn’t ready to hear what I’m about to say,” I said seriously. Judy studied my face. She was looking for micro-facial clues to see if I was telling the truth. In any field investigation team, there is a believer and the skeptic. The skeptic in this case was Judy Clark. I guarantee my story would make her a believer.
I looked at my watch again. It was almost nine and time for the men in black to make their round. Going to the living room window, I raised the blind. “Please go to the kitchen for now. I have to say hello to some friends.” Judy and Stephen got up from the dining area table and walked into the kitchen.
“Who are your friends?” asked Judy. Before I could answer Judy, a black SUV with two clean cut white males drove by slowly. I waved to them then promptly lowered the blind.
I turned to look at a wide eyed Judy and Stephen. “The men in black,” mouthed Stephen, his fac
e covered with awe. Smiling at Stephen, I said, “The one and only.”
Judy and Stephen made their way back to the table.
“We’ll start with some simple questions,” Judy explained, “then we’ll get into the night of the abduction.”
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” I asked. “Why do you ask?” asked Judy with an inquisitive look on her round face.
“Sometimes people who get too close to the truth have a habit of meeting an untimely ending,” I said seriously. “Remember Terry Gilbert who went public with stuff he saw at Area 51. Six months later he was found dead in his apartment.”
A look of uneasiness fell across Stephen’s face. “If your story is as good as you claim, I’m willing to take that chance,” said Judy as she looked at Stephen for an answer. The young man nodded enthusiastically.
To lighten the mood, I said something which brought a slight chuckle from them both. “I didn’t think aliens abducted black people.”
“I don’t think aliens discriminate,” said Judy earnestly, “, unlike people.”
“Are there a lot of reports from black people?” I ask jokingly. “You’re our first,” said Judy as she looked at me over the top of her glasses.
“Well, I guess I’m the Jackie Robinson of UFO reporting,” I joked “but I’ll be the last.”
“What do you mean ‘you’ll be the last’?” asked Judy as she rifled through her bag. “Because of what I’m about to say to you,” I replied sincerely, “there won’t be any more sightings or abductions.” Judy looked at me over the top of her glasses as she placed blank sighting report forms on the table
“Are we ready?” she asked. Stephen nodded as he pressed the play and record buttons on the tape recorder.
Without looking at me, Judy asked, “What is your name and age?” Looking at her, I said, “Eli Morningstar, 28.” She skipped several boxes on the sighting's report, most notably the phone and email boxes.
“When and where were you abducted?” asked Judy as she recorded my response onto the sighting report form. “The 31th of August, 2013 on County Road 47,” I said as I looked at her. “It was a little after eleven.”
“Why were you on County Road 47?” asked Judy. “I was returning home from Faribault after biking in Sakatah Lake State Park,” I replied. “Where you alone?” asked Judy. “Yes, I was alone,” I replied softly.
If Alyce hadn’t decided to go to visit her parents up north at the last minute, she would have been with me.
“Did you have anything mind altering such as alcohol or drugs?” asked Judy without looking at me. “No,” I said clearly, “I don't do recreational drugs.”
“Now Eli, do you care to tell us exactly what you observed?” asked Judy. I looked into her eyes as that night came back. It was as if it happened yesterday.