A Picture is Worth a Thousand Lies.
As an investigator I receive pictures of UFO sightings from time to time. With today’s technology and Iphone apps (hint), anybody can fake a picture. The better the software which is used, the better the UFO pictures become. So to be able to weed out authentic pictures compared to less than authentic pictures, you need more than just a picture. The picture needs to come with a story, a story which can be verified by eye witnesses, the more witnesses the better. The story needs to be verifiable, the pictures need to be analyzed, and the witness needs to be interviewed. These are the main objectives of any good investigator.
The main problem with getting false information is obviously the work involved determining if it is false. Then there’s the issue of confronting the sender of the false data asking them why they would go through so much trouble to lie. Does it make them feel special? Are they looking for some type of recognition due to low self esteem? Or are they debunkers waiting for you to acknowledge the pictures as authentic, so they can immediately claim it was a scam and that you’re nothing but a fraud.
These type of individuals are what we investigators call….. A-Holes. Sorry to throw such a technical term your way, but you’ll have to learn sometime. Anyway, to better help understand the minds of the typical “A-Hole”, you must think like an “A-Hole”. So I decided to have a little fun myself by fabricating an “A-Hole” story.
Ready?
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Two weekends ago I decided to go fishing near Eleven Mile Reservoir up in the beautiful mountains of Colorado. It was a little cold, the water choppy, but the serenity in the air was just right. Line in the water, fingers nestling the 6 lb test, I was ready for any type of fish nibble waiting to happen. What I wasn’t ready for was, what seemed to be fishing for me.
You know how sometimes you get the feeling that something is watching you? Well I got that feeling while I was sitting on the edge of the lake enjoying the late April scenery of Colorado.
While sitting near my tackle box I noticed a shadow in the sky just off to my right. I looked up sharply, but the noon day sun was in my eyes. Squinting, I continued watching my line. Then off to my left away from the sun, I glimpsed a shadow again. This time glued to my nylon strapped chair, I slowly turned my head. And there it was! Or should I say, “There they were!” Three oval looking craft hovering about 500 feet above me. My heart started racing, my hands started to shake, I knew I needed to do something.
I gradually started picking up my gear while inconspicuously watching these strange looking crafts. As I went to pick up my fishing pole which now laid to rest at my feet, a beam of light shot down from the middle craft and hit the water with a splash! I started hearing these buzzing and clicking sounds getting louder and louder inside my head! “The hell with my gear!” I ran for my truck!
Nervously searching for my keys, I was able to unlock the driver’s door and dive in to the front seat. Jamming the key in the ignition, pressing on the accelerator, I started the engine. Throwing the transmission in drive with my foot to the floor, I headed for the little dirt road which encircled the lake.
As I headed down the road frantically looking for the exit to the highway, I watched the three craft through my rear view mirror disappear from my site. Thinking they must have left in the other direction, I proceeded to head down the dirt road while locking all the doors.
Just then the buzzing sound I was hearing near the lake started to fade in getting louder and louder with every foot I traveled. A strange feeling in my stomach erupted, and I saw the three craft shoot to the front of my truck all at once!
Looking over to the right of me at the empty passenger seat, I spotted my cell phone bouncing towards the seat’s edge. Grabbing the phone, I was able to snap a picture. Just then with a streak in the sky, the strange objects were gone…
It had been a couple of days since that terrifying ordeal captured my life. Sleepless nights with countless coffee cup refills drowning my face, I made the decision to leave Colorado for awhile. I decided to travel to the west coast and visit my mother. Not really being able to tell anyone of my previous ordeal, I decided to confess the strange events to my mother hoping she would listen and understand. So off to the airport I drove.
Since that day at the lake I’ve been having the sensation of being watched over and over again. This would happen not only at night but also during the day time too! Now it was happening again as I traveled down the highway to the airport.
Bag checked, ticket in hand, I made my way to the plane finding my window seat. “Could this all be a dream?” “Was I losing my mind?” At that moment the familiar sensation started coming back. I looked outside the window, and “There it was!”
Luckily I had my cell phone in my hand, paused and was able to snap a picture of this flying object, a UFO right outside my window! Reaching for the flight attendant’s switch so as to have an eye witness to this strange account, out of the corner of my eye, I watched the craft simply just vanish from sight. It didn’t just fly away, it just disappeared. I can’t believe no one else saw it? Why was I the only one?
I started to shake with sweat beading down my face. I didn’t know what to do? Two other passengers who found their seats next to mine, were putting their bags in the over-heads. What would they think if I told them? Would they have me ejected from the plane? Would I have to go through that idiotic x-ray machine again? I decided to close my eyes and pretended to fall asleep.
Feeling relaxed but not feeling alone, with over 100 people sitting near me, I was actually able to fall asleep for a few moments. While in a deep sleep dreaming of fishes gone by, and the plane in the air for about an hour now, I awoke to some turbulence we started to encounter. Ding ding! The seat belt light started flashing. Through the PA system the flight attendant said, “The captain has requested that all passengers return to their seats”. “Please put your tray table up, and your seat back in the upright position, and make sure your seat belts are fastened.” Something wasn’t right, my seat belt wasn’t fastened, and I couldn’t get my seat adjusted back to the up right position. Why? The flight attendant also looked worried; More like scared as she was slowly muttering those requests.” I watched as she rushed the drink cart down the isle, hitting a passenger’s elbow causing him to scream like a school girl, then securing it in the kitchen area. She then promptly walked to her seat, buckled herself in, and started to pray. What was going on? What did she know yet wasn’t telling us? Who was she praying to?
With my seat finally adjusted back to the up right position, I started to get that familiar feeling in my stomach again. Something was telling me I needed to look outside the window. Gathering all my strength, I slowly lifted the sun shade to take a look.
They’re back again!
The same three craft I had seen at the lake! I grabbed my phone which was tucked just inside my right pocket. Luckily I hadn’t turned off my phone but had put it on Airplane Mode. Even though in Airplane Mode the phone will not transmit or receive, the flight attendants still ask you to turn it off! But why? That doesn’t make sense? Well today I had decided to challenge their lack of understanding the concept of “Airplane Mode” and didn’t turn it off. And it was a good thing to, because I was able to snap a picture of what I was seeing just off the plane’s wing tip.
The plane started to jostle back and forth as if some type of energy was pulling and pushing it from left to right. That feeling in my stomach started getting worse as I was watching the three craft intimidate me. Quickly darting to the left, in a blink of an eye, they vanished. But within a blink of another eye, a different craft appeared. It was much closer to the wing. This craft was more unusual in shape and size than the others, as if another option of an Iphone app was used. Hmmmmm…
Like an animal slowly pacing back and forth, this craft seemed to be watching the plane’s every move. What was it doing? Why was it here? It seemed at times to be motionless which didn’t make sense. We must be flying at least 400 miles an hour. Then with out a moments notice, it darted out of site. As if it was trying to avoid something. But what?
While I was looking out the window holding my cell phone up to take another picture, I saw a flash to my left. Something was streaking towards the plane! I quickly pressed my thumb against the phone’s camera icon and captured an image.
This time it didn’t look like the previous crafts I was seeing. This one seemed more bullet-like. And then I realized, “A missile!” The military was trying to shoot down these strange objects! But why take the chance with our plane so close to them, what are they thinking? Are these alien type machines that much of a threat that the military would put our lives in jeopardy?
The missile shot by in an instant, too, too close to the plane’s comfort zone. We could all hear the rumbling sound of the rocket engine as it pierced through the air. A second later I heard a loud explosion. Was it the missile breaking the sound barrier? Or did the military projectile find it’s target?
Within a few moments later another craft appeared, but much closer this time. It mysteriously hung motionless, as if it was mocking us. The buzzing sound was back and much louder than it ever was before. A sharp pain in my stomach instantly developed causing immediate and extreme nausea. I started to black out, my eye sight was getting dimmer, screams of terror and panic crying from other passengers started to fade from my ears. What was happening? Was I dying? Through what sight I had left, again I saw a flash towards my left.
With all my strength, I managed to take one last picture.
The story you just read was based on a chain of events which made no sense at all. The previous pictures in this blog were secretly acquired from my Iphone which was found in my right front pocket.
What an A-Hole…
Category: Conspiracies, The Z-Files
