“Where in the heck have you been Bud?” Dad shouted at me, as soon as I entered the door. When I was in a heap of trouble, dad always called me Bud. “You’ve been gone daren’t near three hours!”
I had just returned home from taking the trash to the city dump. It had been my chore since I had gotten my driver’s license. The dump was located a couple miles northwest of town.
“I had a slight accident,” I said. I hadn’t realized I had been gone that long.
On my way back, I was dreaming about joining the navy in a few months. My mind was a thousand miles away as I sailed the seven seas. All of a sudden, my dream evaporated as I noticed three blinking blue lights in my rearview mirror. Suddenly, the whole car started to vibrate. I felt a tingling sensation and every hair on my body started dancing the two step. At that instant, a humongous brilliant flash of light exploded within my head.
Confused and dazed, I realized the car was not moving. I crawled out, staggered around a bit, and tried to collect my wits. I noticed the car had dents and scraps, front to back. I couldn’t remember how or when they occurred. But the car was still running, so I drove it home.
It was late and dad told me to go to bed and we would talk about the accident in the morning. While getting undressed, I notice my underwear was on inside out. It really wasn’t the fashion and I surely didn’t remember putting them on that way.
In the mirror I noticed that my right upper forearm was bruised. As I looked closer, I saw a pattern that resembled the handprint of a small child, but there were just three fingers and a thumb. I noticed the exact same bruise and pattern on my left forearm. I figured the bruises were caused by the accident.
I sat on the edge of the bed to untie my shoelaces. At first I couldn’t get them untied. They were tied in a strange and unfamiliar knot. I finally figured out how to get the darn knot undone.
In the morning I awoke with blood in my underpants. Young boys my age were known to have wet dreams, and I must have had a dilly. Being a teenager, I just went about my business, never to suspect until many years later, that I had been abducted. This was my first abduction. It wasn’t to be my last.
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Thomas L. Hay, Author Website: www.thomaslhay.com
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