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  THE

  ABDUCTION

  CHRONICLES

  Thomas L. Hay

  Copyright 2017 Thomas Leonard Hay

  ISBN-10: 1975720431

  ISBN-13: 978-1975720438

  REVIEWS

  Like watching an episode of The Outer Limits or Twilight Zone - Alyssa Renee Hunt

  Very Intriguing and fascinating Read - Stephanie of Bookfever

  Highly entertaining! Rivals the best of sci-fi novels - Zillie Carlson

  Page turner with some great twists and turns - Mathphilosopher

  Get ready for unbelievable ride - Dream Talks Books

  Thrilling and mind bending - K. D. Genova

  This book had me talking about it for days - Shannon

  Whether you believe in ufo’s and aliens or not, this is a truly interesting story - Pinky Pollock

  PROLOGUE

  THE ABDUCTION CHRONICLES is an abridged version of two books, An Abduction Revelation and its sequel, Abduction Revelation II.

  Mysterious and compelling life events of a man who experienced some unusual phenomenon in his life. His ex-wife claimed they were abducted, on several occasions, by beings who were not of this world. He was unaware of them until he melted their instilled memory blocks.

  Who are the abductors? Where are they from? What do they want? His search for the answers will question his reality.

  An intriguing adventure packed with action, drama, mystery, romance, comedy, and a few exhilarating plot twists that will surely knock your socks off.

  The dialog is written in a memoir conversational style. So pull up a chair and join ‘The Kid’ on his incredible life’s journey as he unravels the secrets behind his abductions and comes face to face with his abductors.

  PREVIEW

  Soon after Karen and I married, I received a phone call that turned my world upside down and inside out once again.

  “Tom. It’s CJ. (Claudia was calling herself CJ these days). I really must tell you this. No, wait. Listen. Don’t hang up. Please. You remember how I talked about the night we drove to Carmel, and they took you. Well, actually they took us both. I’ve been fasting and abstaining from sex. That helped me to melt their mind block. Yes, their mind block. I thought then they were aliens, but they’re not. Now I have discovered the whole truth. I’m not me. You’re not you either. No, wait. Let me explain. We’re someone else. We are replicas. No, I’m not insane. No, no, I’m not delusional. You need to become a vegetarian and abstain from sex, and then you can melt your mind block and discover the truth. No, don’t hang up.”

  But I had heard enough. Her babbling made no sense. If you remember, right after our divorce, she said we had been abducted by aliens. Now she claims that we are clones and the abductors aren’t aliens. Needless to say, I figured she had to of had a few loose marbles. Keep in mind, that at this time in my life, I hadn’t yet melted my mind blocks, so I had no idea what the heck she was ranting about.

  ACKNOWNLEDGEMENTS

  Thank you so much to those who helped and inspired me to publish these Chronicles.

  Cover: Tanja Grubisic

  Editing: Loretta Leslie

  Proofreading: Mark Schultz (Part One)

  Loretta Leslie (Part Two)

  Beta Read: Amanda Adams

  Inspiration: Claudia (CJ) and my wife Karen (Caren)

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE............................................The Bequest

  CHAPTER TWO ...........................................The Inauguration

  CHAPTER THREE........................................The Transformation

  CHAPTER FOUR..........................................The Conundrum

  CHAPTER FIVE............................................The Bewilderment

  CHAPTER SIX...............................................The Awakening

  CHAPTER SEVEN........................................The Phenomenon

  CHAPTER EIGHT.........................................The Conformation

  CHAPTER NINE...........................................The Revelation

  CHAPTER TEN.............................................The Journey

  CHAPTER ELEVEN.....................................The Supplementary

  CHAPTER TWELVE.....................................The Besieged

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN..................................The Reconciliation

  PART TWO

  CHAPTER ONE.........................................Back to the Past

  CHAPTER TWO.........................................League of my Own

  CHAPTER THREE.....................................Parenthood

  CHAPTER FOUR.......................................Life Goes On

  CHAPTER FIVE.........................................Escape

  CHAPTER SIX............................................Monroe Returns

  CHAPTER SEVEN......................................A New Revelation

  CHAPTER EIGHT.......................................Improbable

  CHAPTER NINE.........................................Back to the Future

  CHAPTER TEN............................................Legitimacy

  CHAPTER ELEVEN....................................Exploration

  CHAPTER TWELVE...................................Discovery

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN................................Assimilation

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN...............................Conflict

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN....................................Survival

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN...................................Rescue

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.............................Aftermath

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.................................Veracity

  CHAPTER NINETEEN.................................Diversion

  CHAPTER TWENTY....................................Home Sweet Home

  EPILOGUE

  AUTOBIOGRAPHY

  PART ONE

  An Abduction Revelation

  The Comeback Kid Returns

  CHAPTER ONE

  The Bequest

  I lay on a surface that was translucent and unsupported, giving me a sensation of floating on air. I felt naked under a snowy white cloth that covered most of my body. I could sense movement around me, even though I was in an altered state of consciousness. Bright lights made it difficult to comprehend my surroundings. I watched as ghostly shadows on the walls danced about with spastic, yet graceful movements. Eerie high pitched sounds reverberated through my mind. Sounds that were alien in nature.

  Through my distorted vision, I could make out a large circular device with multicolored illuminations positioned above me. Sharp pointed implements protruded from a sphere that slowly crept toward my torso.

  Something lifted the cloth and started inspecting, probing, and prodding various parts of my anatomy. I tried to resist but could not move a muscle. My inspector played with me like I was its favorite rag doll.

  After doing whatever was intended, I was sent on my way. Their plan was now initiated, as I had been prepped for an important project. A project that could torment the soul of humanity.

  *****

  This mysterious event occurred on a cool, crisp, clear autumn evening in 1960. I was heading back home after dumping the trash at the city dump a few miles north of town. There was no roadside trash pickup in those days. Taking the trash to the city dump had become my weekly chore since I’d turned seventeen and gotten a new set of wheels.

  Pop had found a mint-condition 1947 four-door Dodge sedan for a mere fifty bucks. It looked to be brand spanking new, with not a scratch on it. At my age, pedaling a bike was getting pretty embarrassing. I named her Betsy, the same nam
e as my now retired bike. She was my new pride and joy, but only for a day, as she would quickly turn into another embarrassment.

  “Whut’ll it be?” asked the attendant, when I stopped to gas her up.

  “Fill her up,” I said, with an ear to ear grin. Not only did he fill her up, but the attendant checked the oil, the water in my radiator, and the air in my tires. He even cleaned the windows.

  Later that evening, as I returned home from the city dump, I could see dust swirling behind the car in the rearview mirror from the gravel road. I had the windows up as there was an autumn chill in the air. I had the radio blasting the “devil’s music,” which was what our parents were calling the new rock and roll sound.

  It was a peaceful evening, and there was not another car in sight. The stars were slowly making their sparkling appearance. There was no moon. I was dreaming about joining the Navy in a few months after I graduated from high school. My mind was a thousand miles away as I sailed the seven seas and dreamed of having a girl in every port.

  All of a sudden, out of nowhere, my little dream world evaporated as three blinking lights appeared in my rearview mirror, rapidly approaching, in a tight formation. I couldn’t tell if they were on the road or in the air. They approached with blazing speed, and in the blink of an eye, I had blinding lights reflecting through the rear-view mirror as something was tailgating me.

  What the heck? Only a space ship can travel that fast, I thought.

  Before I could contemplate what was happening, the car started to vibrate. I felt a tingling sensation and every hair on my body stood straight up. Suddenly a humongous brilliant flash of colored light exploded within my head.

  Confused and dazed, I realized the car was not moving. Time stood still. The only sound was the car engine running and the radio playing In the Still of the Night. I sat with my hands glued to the steering wheel. My grip was so tight that I could feel the muscles in my forearms tighten. Out the front window, I saw that the car headlights were illuminating an embankment that ran alongside the road.

  Holy cow! Whut in the world just happened? I wondered, losing my composure. (Hope you’re not having a problem with my accent.)

  I started shaking like a leaf. I’d heard that the mind can play tricks in times of crisis, so I tried to calm down and think.

  Since the car’s engine was still running, I figured I’d best get back home. The folks would be expecting me shortly. I shifted to reverse and tried backing away from the embankment, but the rear tires would only spin. The smell of burning rubber filled the air. This was not a good sign. With the front wheels embedded in the ditch that ran along the embankment, I was not going anywhere soon.

  Now whut?

  I looked around inside the car and noticed some bizarre sights. The front and driver’s side windows were smashed, resembling giant spider webs.

  I tried opening the driver’s door, but it wouldn’t budge. I tried the passenger door. It was stuck too. I tried pushing on it with my shoulder. It still wouldn’t move. Next, I tried kicking it. It was being very contrary. There had to be a way to get out of the car. I tried to roll the windows down. Darn if they weren’t all stuck.

  Frustrated, I crawled into the backseat. Both back doors were jammed shut too. I started to panic and getting pretty darn mad. I kicked on both doors and cursed (good thing the folks couldn’t hear me), but that didn’t help, either. I still couldn’t get any of the darn doors or windows to move.

  Okay Tommy boy, pipe down and think.

  That’s when my eyes focused on the spider glass driver’s side window. I figured that just might be my escape route. After several vicious kicks, each one a little harder than the last, and a few more curse words, the window finally gave way.

  I crawled out of the car, staggered around a bit, and collected my wits. I just happened to look to the sky and saw a full moon. Beside the moon were three small blinking lights, which flew off in formation and then disappeared into the night sky. I didn’t give what I saw much thought right then because when I glanced at the car, I almost went into shock.

  Holy shit!

  I couldn’t believe my eyes! The moonlight and car’s headlights lit up the area almost as if it

  were nearly daylight. My Betsy was not a pretty sight. She looked like she had just come out of a demolition derby.

  Surely she hadn’t been out partying all night? Not my Betsy.

  The first thing that stood out, like a sore thumb, was that the door handles were missing, both front and back. It appeared that they had been sawn off.

  No wonder the doors wouldn’t open.

  The rest of the car was covered with dust, dents, and scrapes, front to back. The right back fender was bent into the rear tire. I walked around and inspected the car from several different angles. The back was perfectly normal, and the rear lights were still shining. The passenger side, however, looked the same as the driver’s side. The front of the car looked normal, except that the sun visor on the driver’s side was crumbled and hanging loose. Chrome strips were missing from nearly every part of Betsy.

  Whut could have caused all that damage?

  I could only imagine what had happened. She had to have skidded on each of her sides, possibly flipping over and landing back upright with her front wheels embedded in the ditch that ran alongside the road. If she had done all that, though, then how could I have stayed seated behind the steering wheel? The 1947 model automobiles had no seat belts or air bags. None of this was making sense.

  Since the car engine was still running, I figured I might as well try one more time to back out of the ditch. I climbed back through the car window, put Betsy in reverse, and again tried backing up. The rear wheels spun and the smell of burning rubber once again filled the air. I tried rocking the car, to no avail. The front wheels were too deep in the ditch. Betsy was being a bit stubborn, or maybe she was having a headache.

  As you can imagine, I was fit to be tied. I had run out of ideas and had just about given up hope when I noticed a set of headlights coming down the road towards me.

  “Need some help, sonny?” asked a curious farmer, sitting on his tractor.

  “Yes, sir. I sure do. Could you help get my car out of the ditch?”

  “Let’s give it a shot.” His words were music to my ears.

  Thank God, he had a chain. I helped him hook it to the car’s fender, and the tractor pulled Betsy out quite easily.

  “Jesus, sonny, whut in God’s name happened here?” he asked, surveying the car.

  “Don’t rightly know,” I replied, scratching my head.

  “You don’t say! The road’s done torn up near half a mile back. There’s debris scattered a ‘bout everywhere,” he said, as he shook his head in disbelief.

  “Cun’t imagine how the darn thing is still a-runnin’.”

  “Yeah, me either.”

  “Don’t look like yew is hurt none,” he said, as he looked me over.

  “Reckon not,” I replied, even though I felt some stiffening in a few joints.

  “Must of been yew’en headlights I saw a-shinin’ in the night sky back yonder. I wuz a-wonderin’ where those strange lights were a-comin’ from. Yew is one lucky kid,” the farmer said as he rubbed his chin.

  “I reckon so. Much obliged for your help. I best be a-gettin’ home,” I replied.

  “No problem, boy. Yew jest best take it slow now. No tellin’ whut else might fall off.”

  “Yes, sir. I will. My pa will be a-wonderin’ why I’ve been gone for so long.”

  The farmer climbed on his tractor and putted on down the road. I could hear him mumbling to himself. Something about ‘city folks’.

  I climbed back through the window and started the dreaded trip home.

  Shit, how am I ever going to explain this to Dad, I wondered.

  As soon as I walked through the front door, Dad was on me like a fly on shit.

  “Where’s yew been, Bud? It’s been daren’t near three hours since you left,” he hollered at me
. (Dad always called me ‘Bud’ when I was in a heap of trouble).

  Three hours!

  I hadn’t realized it had been that long. Normally it only took about thirty minutes to make the trip out there and back.

  “I had an accident,” I confessed, my voice barely audible.

  “An accident!” He shouted, as he rushed outside to see what I was talking about. The expression on his face, when he saw the car, would have stopped any grandfather clock.

  “What in Sam Hill happened?”

  “Don’t really know, Pop. I must have hit a pothole and it caused the car to turn over,” I lied, grasping at a straw.

  “You is not hurt?”

  “No, I don’t think so,” I replied.

  “Well, it’s way past your bedtime, boy. We’ll talk ‘bout this in the mornin’,” he said, still shaking his head and mumbling something I didn’t quite hear, except for the word, “teenagers.”

  As I prepared to take a bath (we had no shower in those days), I noticed dried blood on my left shirt sleeve. I looked at my elbow and arm, but saw no blood. In the mirror I could see a two-inch scratch on my elbow. It wasn’t bleeding and looked to be almost healed.