Budd Hopkins - Missing Time

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A SHARP RIGHT TuRN oN THE NATIONAL RoAD

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And it's going to the right, way up high, over the highway, over the trees, and it's going kind of slow . . . and I didn't know what it was. It was moving fast, but not that fast. I don't hear anything . . . . Two lights, kind of diagonal to each other. One to the right and the lower to the left . . . they're whitish, with kind of a haze around them. I see a shadow of something . . . they go to the trees to the right and they disappear in front of me. Right in front of me. As I'm coming down the hill. And I finally get to about the spot where I think it would be, and I pull over. No! Ah . . . I don't really want to go over there but I . . . I don 't know. It was really violent the way the car went to the right. Yeah, hard. On the wheel. Hard. A really hard right. I thought it was dangerous. . . . When I first saw those lights, they were more than a mile away, and the sky was dark, but not that dark. I could see clouds. Dark clouds, and the sky was lighter. Yeah, the sky is lit and that must be the moon behind the dark clouds . . . almost directly in front of me, slightly to the left. And the moon isn 't that high. I'm back over looking at the fence. I still am . . . I don't know what. No. I j ust . . . I don't want to look down there. I'm going to be really scared if I go over there. I am curious to see what's going on. I don't really expect to see anything. And then I remember driving home. Yeah, j ust driving home. And I'm OK. Back in the car and driving home. And I don't want to remember. I'm not supposed to remember. Who said you're not supposed to remember? J ust . . . n ot. I j ust know I'm not. (His voice is tense, an足 guished.) It's really serious! I might die. I mean, I know I won't, if I remember. But I feel really, really afraid to see. I believed it then, but I don't believe it now. I 'm j ust scared . . . .

At this point, there is a slight break in the recorded continuity as the tape ends and it is turned over. As this was being done, Steven 's fear abated, and he began to speak in a slightly different, firmer tone of voice, repeating the sentence, "There's nothing to be afraid of, " several times. It was eerily as if the calming words had been delivered by an outside source.


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