Got a fan submission from Lee. Hope you guys like it!
My name is Lee. I’m a 17 year old girl and I love animals. In my
house, for years and years, we had three cats and a turtle. My mom was
a firm believer in the fact that “kittens are happiness” but she
didn’t know what was going to happen when she said that.
My neighbor, Mr. White, is usually a quiet old man, spending his days in a rocking chair on his porch, watching the city and his life pass by. However, to say that he’s odd would be an understatement. He dresses from head to toe in solid black clothes, the few times I’ve talked to him he’s seemed like a nice guy (a little standoffish perhaps), nothing to indicate why he dresses in all the flamboyant colors of a chimney sweep.
It was the first day in August when the screaming began. 1:00 am sharp in the morning a horrible scream pierces the thin wall between our flats. As suddenly as it started, it stops, leaving my heart hammering and my mind awake. This continues for the rest of the week, but each time I make up my mind to confront him about it, the screaming stops and I lose the nerve to knock on his door. The next day he’s out on the front porch again, dressed in his usual black attire, from black shoes, up to black socks, pants, jacket, shirt, glasses, and finally hat. “Good morning.” he mumbles as I pass. I almost stop and ask him about the past few nights, but the way he rocks back and forth on his chair, his head pointed straight ahead of him, I’m still too weirded out to talk to him about it.
According to the UK’s National Archives website, “the files contain a wide range of UFO-related documents, drawings, letters and parliamentary questions covering the years 2000-2005.”
Even Winston Churchill was perplexed, as evidenced by the following quote at the bottom of the Archives homepage:
“What does all this stuff about flying saucers amount to? What can it mean? What is the truth?”
You know how you sometimes can sense that something is present even though you can’t see it? Well, astronomers are getting that feeling about a giant, hidden object in space.
And when we say giant, we mean GIANT.
Today’s article comes to us from Teresa Frith of Alien Eight. Be sure to check out their site!
Fluttering sounds fill the air as the exotically beautiful, black butterfly flits nearer to the sleeping figure on the bed. It lands softly on his head for a few moments, and then silently flies away. The next day, the man in the bed is discovered dead with no noticeable cause.
Could this be an odd twist of fate or was it a nocturnal stopover by a velvety courier of death?
