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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.
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.
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.
“What?”, the wife asked.
“Another asshole with their high beams on.”, I replied.
The wife turned around and said, “It’s a 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?”
“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.”
“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.”
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.
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.”