Each night I hear a low rumble outside our window. Hubby says it's just a freight train. We have tracks nearby. "I'm tellin' you. There is an indention in our grass the size of a large saucer." It's dark when he leaves and gets home. He never sees it and it's gone by the weekend.
I'm convinced Evil Twin is helping them erase the evidence of their visit.
I've had several out of body experiences. I'm sure I was inside that ship being tickled, er, probed. Ouch. Folks around town are acting strange, driving like they are possessed and weaving like they're avoiding something in the road.
I'm setting up a web cam to capture what is truly happening out there.
Pfffft. I was convinced it had to be aliens but it wasn't. It's Evil Twin out there herding cats, coyotes, and the deer, making crop circles. Oh, and the tickling? Um, never mind.
I need to stop eating right before bedtime.
There might really be aliens writing about themselves here.