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Where’d The Time Go?

There’s this guy at my work who just recently started there, and he’s a good ol boy from down in Kentucky. I have a good time talking with him, but because of the nature of our jobs we don’t get much time to chat.

The other day he decided to make good on a promise that he would tell me about two of his possible UFO encounters. He believes he was possibly abducted both times.

The first time was when he was a child and hanging out with his grandmother, if I remember correctly. This is the one story I don’t remember as well. Basically they both saw some lights out in a field one night and they somehow lost a few hours.

The second story took place when he was in high school. His parents said he could have a party at the house with drinking, as long as everyone behaved. He got his older brother to buy him the alcohol, and they got four cases of beer. As it turned out, 60 or so people showed up and they went through four cases rather quickly. At nine o’clock that night, he and his older brother set out to get more beer.
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More Lake Ghosts, And UFOs

I told you about some odd things happening at the lake where I hang out with my dad. I just spent some time with him and he told me a few stories I had forgotten about, so I thought I’d share them here. He also told me how nothing seems to happen much anymore at the lake, except things going missing all the time.

He currently lives with the old man who owns the property. My dad takes care of the man, since his own family (who lives next door) seems to not care much about him. My dad said he figured he would see all kinds of weird stuff while living there, but so far nothing much has happened, other than things going missing when they shouldn’t.

Recently, the old man had his license plate renewal stickers and updated registration come in the mail. My dad brought it in from the mailbox and set it down on the kitchen table. He told the old man about it and the old man said for my dad to put the stickers on the plates on the truck in the morning. My dad said he would. It has been a week now, and neither can find the letter with the stickers or the registration. It had never been moved, by them, from the kitchen table.

My dad said “hundreds” of times, but more like dozens most likely, is how many times the TV remotes have switched places. Both men have their own chairs in the living room, and both have tables next to the chairs. Depending on who is watching TV, or who is in charge of it, depends on who has the remotes. My dad told me those remotes, when they’re sitting on his table when he’s using them, either when the old man is gone or sleeping, my dad will go to get one and find it gone, only to discover it’s sitting on the old man’s table next to his chair. The only person who could have moved it would have been my dad, and there’s no reason he would have done that, and then forgot doing it.

Aside from that, nothing else has happened. Except last night, when my dad and I were sitting at my dads place by the lake, we both heard a car come down the driveway. My dad asked if I had heard a car and I said I had. Just after I said that, outside we heard one of the dogs take off, run up towards the driveway, and then bark once it was up there. We investigated, and nobody was there.
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