Men in Black Encounter

I'm a doctor. Been practicing medicine for thirty years. I say that right up front because I want you to understand I'm not some crackpot. I know how the human body works, I understand physiology, I've spent my career dealing with facts and evidence. What happened to me in September of 1976 shouldn't be possible. But it happened. At the time, I was fifty-eight years old, living here in Old Orchard Beach. I'm an allergist by training, done a lot of research on multiple sclerosis. But I'd also gotten interested in hypnotherapy over the years. It's a legitimate medical tool, you know. Helps with pain management, anxiety, all sorts of things. Anyway, that year I'd been asked to consult on a case up in Oxford, Maine. A man named Daniel Stevens claimed he'd been abducted by a UFO the year before, 1975. They wanted me to hypnotize him, see if we could recover any memories from the experience.

Now, I'll be honest with you, I was skeptical about the whole UFO thing. But the case fascinated me. Under hypnosis, this man would describe these beings, these entities with mushroom-shaped heads inside a craft. The details were so specific, so consistent. It kept me up at night, thinking about it. I'd recorded several sessions, kept careful notes. Professional curiosity, you know what I mean? So it's early September, a Thursday evening. My wife and the kids had gone to see a movie at the theater down the road. I'd stayed home, thought I might review some of the session tapes. The house was quiet, just me. Around eight o'clock, the phone rings. I pick it up, and there's this voice on the other end. Faint, kind of strange. The man says he's calling from a phone booth, says he's the vice president of the New Jersey UFO Research Organization. Says he's heard about my work on the Stevens case and he's in the area, wants to know if he can stop by to discuss it.

I should've said no. I mean, I don't normally let strangers come to my house at night. But something about the way he asked, I don't know. I gave him my address. Hung up the phone. Walked to the front door to turn on the porch light so he'd know which house. We've got a glass storm door, you can see right through it. Here's the thing. When I flipped that light switch and looked out, he was already there. Already coming up the steps. Couldn't have been more than thirty seconds since I hung up the phone. The nearest phone booth is three, four blocks away at least. booths downtown are pretty far from the beach - Scott' There's no way he could've gotten to my door that fast. No way. But there he was. And I opened the door.