A Trip to Pahrump

PART ONE- THE TRIP

It was December and my wife and I had just bought a Mercury Cougar from a co-worker.  We lived in Indian Springs, Nevada and with no insurance or registration, I was gun-shy about being pulled over in Vegas traffic.  Pahrump was about the same distance as Vegas, so we decided to get insurance and registration at the Pahrump DMV. We left the kids at a babysitter and headed out.

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Our car was silver.

We left Indian Springs around three o’clock.  We drove north on highway 95 and took a left for highway 160. The trip to Pahrump took about on hour. We them got our insurance and registration and started to head home.   We stopped at the Albertson’s to get diapers and formula for our baby girl.

We left Albertson’s at 1700.  Night was falling and as we “went over the hump”, cars coming down at us were using their high beams and this was pissing me off.  We crossed the cattle guard that marks the opening of the Antelope Valley, set the cruise control to 65 mph and headed East on highway 160.

THE LIGHT

We had been driving for about a half an hour when another asshole with their high beams came up from behind.  The light was so bright that it actually hurt my eyes in the reflection of the rear-view mirror.

“ASSHOLE!”

“What?”, the wife asked.

“Another asshole with their high beams on.”, I replied.

The wife turned around and said, “It’s a cop.”
“Cop?”

“Yeah, it’s got the Blue Light Specials on. He’s passing us.”

I looked to my left to see the cop pass and the wife said,

“No, he’s passing on my side.”

There was nothing but open desert on her side of the car. I looked to the left and the whole car lit up with a blinding white light. All I could see was her big 80’s hair, the back of the bucket seat and my blind side on the right. The light flashed for a second or two and was gone.  We were alone again and barreling down the 160 at 65 mph.

“That was weird.”

“Yeah, but it was a cop.”

“How do you know that?’

“Because I saw the blue lights and the headlights.”

“You’re saying, it passed us in the dirt?”

“Yeah.”

“With its headlights on?”

“Yeah, they were pointed at us.”

“You’re saying this cop passed us on the dirt, sideways at 70 mph?”

“Yeah. It must be a new kind of SUV. I’m calling the kids.”

She punched buttons on her cell and said,

“My phone is acting funny.”

“Funny how?”

“There’s no signal and the time is wrong.”

I looked at the clock on the dashboard and it was blinking 12:00. I then looked at my watch and it said, 1810.

It was then that I got an inkling of what happened.  The wife was still droning on about her SUV.

“If we go into Vegas, I’ll find one on a car lot and show you.”

“You’re not going to find one.”

“Do you know what kind it was.”

“Yeah, it was a Pleiadean.”

“A what…whatever.”

We soon made it to highway 95 and hung a right to Indian Springs.  We both felt sleepy tired.  Her period had stopped, and she had little, nasty bumps all over her arms, legs and neck.  She had also grown her “horns”.  Now, you might think her horns are weird.  I think they are weird.  However, she gets them from time to time and her doctor says they are due to stress.  Whatever, Google it.

We walked through our front door at 1922.  All safe and sound.  The trip from Pahrump and taken two and a half hours without stopping the car.  The wife went right to bed and I stayed up for a little while.  I was excited.  I knew we had been abducted and for me it was the first time someone else was with me. 

THE AFTERMATH

Our trip to Pahrump happened in December and from then until March, my wife was pissed at me.  Every time I napped on the couch or stretched out in bed; she would scream at me to “get off my lazy ass”.   In her eyes, I could not do anything right.  Every time I broached the subject of UFO’s she would get pissed.  She also said she was having nightmares about “Blue Kangaroos”. 

In March, we were stopped at a red light waiting to hit the on ramp back to Indian Springs when the wife spoke up.

“I’m not going to be afraid of Blue Kangaroos, they don’t exist.”

As I turned on to the on ramp, I got a flash of a memory.

“There were three of them,” I said.

“Yeah, but how do you know what’s in my dreams.”

The 40-minute trip back to Indian Springs was in silence as I thought of what I would do next.

When we got home, I sat her down at the dining room table.

“I’m going to tell a story,” I told her.  “Feel free to add anything you want.  If you think this is bullshit you can get up and walk away.”

“Okay”, she said slowly.

On a piece of copy paper, I started to draw.

“This box is our car.  The headlights are on and both doors are open.  The left wheels are just barley over the yellow line at the side of the road.  I am lying flat on my back and am wide awake but can’t move.  This big thing to the right of the car is the big ass light you saw. You lean over me and say,
“I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY.”

“You look up and suddenly haul ass into the desert on the right side of the road.”

“Then, quick as a flash, three blue creatures come from here and chase you into the desert.”

She looked at the drawing for a long time.  Then she snatched the paper and said, “Gimme the pen.”

She started to draw.  When she was done, she shoved the paper back in front of me.

“Yeah, you were lying there doing NOTHING!  There were three other lights on the other side of the road.  Yeah, there were three Kangaroos, but they didn’t come from here, they came from here.”

“Is this another light?”, I asked pointing to a blob on the right side.

“No, that’s the cactus the bastards ran me into.”

BOO!

Here’s some creepy, scary stuff to start the Halloween Season….Sensitive Readers should brace themselves. There is no cheesy Zombie screaming shit.

 

David Paulides has been researching people disappearing in our National Parks.  He stumbled on his first case when he was researching something else in a National park.  He contacted the National Park Service to get their list of missing persons and they said they didn’t keep one.  What?

After many letters, phone calls and emails the NPS said they could get him a list of missing persons in Yellowstone National Park and a national list.  However, the Yellowstone list would cost him about $35,000.  The national list would cost him millions.  The NPS said this was the cost of manhours to manually search NPS for missing persons stories.

The following is Part One.  Keep watch the parts on youTube and comment on the part you were listening to when you decided to stop and hide under your bed,

 

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TRUE STORY
During the filming of the Ted Turner film “Gettysburg” , Civil War reenactors came from all over the country to participate in the first authorized reenactment on the actual battle field. During a break, a group of men noticed a fellow reenactor emerge from the woods. “He smelled real bad”, remembered one man. The man said to them, “Rough one today, ay boys?” The men agreed with him as they complemented him on his authentic garb. He had a quizzical look on his face and asked them how they were situated for ammunition. When they replied that they had no ammunition, the man reached into his pouch and produced a handful of musket rounds. He apologized for not having more to share. As they were inspecting their gifts the man turned and disappeared back into the woods.

Noticing that they didn’t look like the rounds issued to them, they went to the head of props for the film, who told them they weren’t issued by him. Later they made their way into Gettysburg proper to have them checked out, and were chilled to learn that they were genuine musket rounds, dating from the time of the battle.

Here’s your reward for getting this far…..