A return reader submitted an additional story to me today, one that quite honestly shook me a bit. I bumped this one to the front of the line given its subject matter, as I think it important to know the consequences of daring to tell the truth. The user previously told this story about meeting an alien while going to a late night movie, which is what sets up this one. The reader told me multiple times that this tale is authentic and, quite frankly, if it is, I fear for his well being but applaud his bravery for wanting it to be published. So please enjoy this week’s user submission!
Jacob Bartholomew
NEW YORK CITY – Once upon a not-so-ordinary evening about one week ago, my life took a surreal turn after publishing a seemingly innocuous story about aliens on a little-known website. Little did I know that my words would attract the attention of the enigmatic Men in Black. No, not the cool, sunglass-wearing Will Smith types, but faceless, foreboding figures straight from a sci-fi nightmare.
It all began as I sat alone in my dimly lit study, fingers dancing across the keyboard, weaving tales of extraterrestrial intrigue. The story hit the internet, and within hours, my quiet existence would be thrown into a vortex of bizarre occurrences.
Late that night, the air grew thick with an otherworldly tension. A sudden knock echoed through the silence, and I cautiously opened my front door to reveal two figures, unmistakably Men in Black. A chill ran down my spine as I beheld their featureless faces, like shadows carved from the abyss.
The atmosphere around them was menacing, and their dark suits seemed to absorb the feeble light around. Without a word, they entered, a silent storm of authority and forewarning. The taller one, his presence suffocating, handed me a piece of paper. There, in bold black letters, was the address of my recently published story.
“You’ve been stirring up things you shouldn’t,” the shorter one hissed through the void where his mouth should be. Their voices were cold, devoid of any warmth or humanity.
“What’s the harm in a little fiction?” I stammered, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I hoped they didn’t know the tagline of the site I’d posted my story to, which swore to only print the truth.
They leaned in, their darkened gazes penetrating my very soul. “That was not fiction… And this is not fiction to us. It’s a warning. Think twice before delving into matters beyond your understanding.”
The encounter left me shaken, questioning the nature of my own reality. As swiftly as they had come, the Men in Black vanished into the night, leaving me in a state of profound unease. Days turned into sleepless nights as I grappled with the implications of their visit.
In the days that followed, I tiptoed around the edges of conspiracy theories and alien lore, haunted by the silent threat of those ominous figures. Every creak in the house and passing shadow became a harbinger of their return. The once-fascinating world of extraterrestrial wonders now seemed fraught with peril.
After much deliberation, I realized something. The curious beings may have given me a scare, but they also gave me a responsibility. I have to warn everyone of their existence. If you ever find yourself on the precipice of uncovering secrets beyond the veil, tread carefully. There are forces out there, black-suited and faceless, ready to remind you that some mysteries are best left untouched.
But my dinner and a movie with an alien did happen, and the world needs to know. It can’t be swept away and forgotten, nor can I keep it to myself. The truth is out there, as are those that seek to keep it hidden.
In the end, my rendezvous with the Men in Black became a cautionary tale, a reminder that even the fanciful realms of the imagination can harbor threats beyond our understanding. And as I continue to navigate the shadows cast by that eerie encounter, one thing remains certain: some stories, no matter how innocently told, can attract the attention of those who prefer to operate in the dark.
So, heed my tale and the whispers of caution it carries. For in the vast tapestry of the unknown, there are corners where the Men in Black roam, and their silent admonitions linger like a ghostly echo. And remember, even if you like Will Smith movies, these guys are jerks.
Jeremy (Last Name Withheld to Protect Privacy)
