posted on Sep, 19 2008 @ 02:21 PM
At 07:12 the broadcasting stopped, the antenna descended back down
into the pit, and the hatchcover quickly closed. It was as if nothing out of
the ordinary ever took place.
John woke with dirt on his face to find a shotgun pointed right at his head.
"Get your ass up mister, real slow-like!"
He tried to stand but his knees wouldn't cooperate and he began to throw
up. A foot kicked him in the ribs, tumbling him over.
"Now I said get up mister, and I meam it!"
He slowly climbed to his feet, holding onto his side, and looked into the
face . . .of a she-devil! His first impression of her was that she must be
insane. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth, her eyes were ablaze
with fury, and she was panting hysterically.
She pointed with the shotgun, telling him to start moving towards the
house. Walking across the yard, he couldn't help but notice all of the dead
chickens and ducks laying about, stinking up the place something awful.
When they reached the door she poked him harshly through it, indicating
a chair in the kitchen that she wanted him to sit in.
"Whatever you're doing up there mister you've got to stop, do you hear
me ?" "You've got to stop or I swear I'll kill you!" She aimed the shotgun
right at his forehead.
John was afraid she'd pull the trigger any second. "Wait a minute lady,
wait a minute. I'm not doing a thing up at my place. I came to find the
person that left a note in my mailbox, that's all. Would that be you ?"
"Yeah, that'd be me", she sneered.
"What's with that new satellite dish on your roof ? The damn thing must be
six feet across. Do you know what it's doing to all of us down here, me
and my animals ? It's killing us slowly that's what it's doing. The damn
thing must be malfunctioning. It's killing us, I'm telling you straight out!"
John suddenly understood why this crazy woman was so angry. She
thought he was responsible for her pain and suffering, and the deaths of
her farm animals ! He tried to tell her that the satellite dish had never
been hooked up, that he had never used it, but she was beyond
reasoning. And then suddenly the sharp pains in his skull were back and
he grabbed the sides of his head with both hands. The woman dropped
the shotgun and started screaming, pulling at her twisted hair. Thirty
seconds later they both had fainted from the pain.
It was 08:57.