to gather any concrete evidence that we’re being visited?”
“Amanda, you’re an archaeologist, so you know there is research and then there is research. For example, you conduct digs and extract things out of the earth: pottery, vases, weapons, cooking utensils, ancient tablets. Then you document those findings in a tangible way.
“It’s different in our field. There’s very little physical evidence.”
“Okay, but very little physical evidence? That implies there is some .”
Katiya held her thumb and index finger slightly apart. “A tiny little bit, yes. And that’s what really gets me excited.”
“Well, let’s hear it.”
Katiya paused for a moment. It seemed like she was sorting through what she could share. Finally, she looked up at Amanda and said, “Okay, here’s one. Two years ago we interviewed a man from a small town in Vermont. Great reputation in his community. Owns a chain of highly successful hardware stores in the eastern part of the state. He has a lot to lose if people think he’s turned into some sort of flake, and yet he still spoke out.
“Anyway, he claims he was abducted on three separate occasions. Each time, he was placed in sort of a hypnotic state before being levitated and carted out of the house. His story was so compelling that we decided to conduct a second interview with him under hypnosis. It’s something we often do with convincing cases. It was during that second interview that we picked up a piece of information that hadn’t come out before. During the final abduction, which had taken place only a week before, one of the beings did something unusual. It placed a hand on one of the sliding glass doors at the back of the man’s home.”
Amanda’s brow furrowed. “He remembered that? It seems like an awfully small detail for someone to recall.”
“That’s the benefit of placing the subject under hypnosis. Recall is amazing in that state. You wouldn’t believe the detail we get. On top of that, we ask questions about everything, and I mean everything. Sometimes I think we’re more thorough than the police.”
“How did the hand on the sliding glass door come up?”
“When I asked him to describe being taken out to the ship, he spoke of the sliding glass door being opened wider to allow him to pass through. I asked if the door opened on its own or whether they touched it. He said they touched it.”
Amanda sat up straighter in her chair.
“Immediately after bringing him out of hypnosis, we sent a forensics team out to dust the door. And he was right. There was a print exactly where we thought it would be, about two-and-a-half feet off the ground.”
“What did the print look like?”
Katiya exhaled slowly. “I can’t lie. It was bizarre. Our forensics expert tells us the ridge design is unlike anything he’s ever seen.”
“Oh my. I’m surprised I haven’t read about this—”
“We haven’t told anyone, nor have I included it in any of my research papers… not yet anyway. There are still some things we’re looking into that I can’t even share with you tonight.”
“You haven’t told the government?”
Katiya laughed. “The government? Why should we tell them anything? They hide everything they have then ridicule those who produce their own information.” After a pause, she said, “But things are changing. I think you’re going to hear them admit to a few things soon… very soon.”
Amanda was about to say something but stopped when she heard the soft pad of footsteps outside the room. Seconds later she heard a door open and close.
Katiya took a swig of her bottled water. After setting it back on the nightstand, she said, “We’ve also obtained other evidence, mostly of a sexual nature. A number of abductees, primarily women, complained of having their bodies probed, sexually. They don’t remember the details because they eventually lost consciousness.”
“They were drugged?”
“That’s the likeliest answer, although
“Amanda, you’re an archaeologist, so you know there is research and then there is research. For example, you conduct digs and extract things out of the earth: pottery, vases, weapons, cooking utensils, ancient tablets. Then you document those findings in a tangible way.
“It’s different in our field. There’s very little physical evidence.”
“Okay, but very little physical evidence? That implies there is some .”
Katiya held her thumb and index finger slightly apart. “A tiny little bit, yes. And that’s what really gets me excited.”
“Well, let’s hear it.”
Katiya paused for a moment. It seemed like she was sorting through what she could share. Finally, she looked up at Amanda and said, “Okay, here’s one. Two years ago we interviewed a man from a small town in Vermont. Great reputation in his community. Owns a chain of highly successful hardware stores in the eastern part of the state. He has a lot to lose if people think he’s turned into some sort of flake, and yet he still spoke out.
“Anyway, he claims he was abducted on three separate occasions. Each time, he was placed in sort of a hypnotic state before being levitated and carted out of the house. His story was so compelling that we decided to conduct a second interview with him under hypnosis. It’s something we often do with convincing cases. It was during that second interview that we picked up a piece of information that hadn’t come out before. During the final abduction, which had taken place only a week before, one of the beings did something unusual. It placed a hand on one of the sliding glass doors at the back of the man’s home.”
Amanda’s brow furrowed. “He remembered that? It seems like an awfully small detail for someone to recall.”
“That’s the benefit of placing the subject under hypnosis. Recall is amazing in that state. You wouldn’t believe the detail we get. On top of that, we ask questions about everything, and I mean everything. Sometimes I think we’re more thorough than the police.”
“How did the hand on the sliding glass door come up?”
“When I asked him to describe being taken out to the ship, he spoke of the sliding glass door being opened wider to allow him to pass through. I asked if the door opened on its own or whether they touched it. He said they touched it.”
Amanda sat up straighter in her chair.
“Immediately after bringing him out of hypnosis, we sent a forensics team out to dust the door. And he was right. There was a print exactly where we thought it would be, about two-and-a-half feet off the ground.”
“What did the print look like?”
Katiya exhaled slowly. “I can’t lie. It was bizarre. Our forensics expert tells us the ridge design is unlike anything he’s ever seen.”
“Oh my. I’m surprised I haven’t read about this—”
“We haven’t told anyone, nor have I included it in any of my research papers… not yet anyway. There are still some things we’re looking into that I can’t even share with you tonight.”
“You haven’t told the government?”
Katiya laughed. “The government? Why should we tell them anything? They hide everything they have then ridicule those who produce their own information.” After a pause, she said, “But things are changing. I think you’re going to hear them admit to a few things soon… very soon.”
Amanda was about to say something but stopped when she heard the soft pad of footsteps outside the room. Seconds later she heard a door open and close.
Katiya took a swig of her bottled water. After setting it back on the nightstand, she said, “We’ve also obtained other evidence, mostly of a sexual nature. A number of abductees, primarily women, complained of having their bodies probed, sexually. They don’t remember the details because they eventually lost consciousness.”
“They were drugged?”
“That’s the likeliest answer, although
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