Column Chronicles: Tales of the abducted, part 2

Tales of the abducted, part 2

Frank Cotolo
May 20, 2021

We continue to make public portions of transcripts from interviews with so-called people claiming to have been taken from Earth by beings from other planets or planes Believable? You be the judge...

Mr. A, age 67

I remember blue, then green, then an orange that faded into a face not unlike that of Franklin Pangborn, of if you are too young to remember that actor, let's just say Bill Murray. So that face began to talk in three voices at the same time. I laughed and looked out a window, more like a porthole, and saw endless space. I began to remember that what seemed like moments ago I was eating corn flakes or rice pockets or wheat puffs or oat flakes or corn pockets and then, boom, there was a flash that made me see blue, then green, then an orange... (he looped his story from there).

Mr. B, age 45

I was out on the road late at night when I saw this huge funnel of light shine on the road. I looked up and saw it was a beam of light coming from the bottom of a sphere, yes, a round sphere, and it began to come closer to the road. I was so scared I was going to start my car and drive up the road past it but I realized I was not in my car, so I began to run up the road and I was sucked into the air and through an open door on the round sphere. The last thing I recall was a thin, purple figure pointing at me and saying, "He wet his pants, look, he did pee in his pants!"

Ms. Y, age 75

I was taken to a planet called Izabo, which, for no reason, I knew was in the Xange Galaxy, five hundred parsecs from the Great Wandogo Cosmos, just by the Univers of Wippy Dooes, surrounded by Black Holes. I just knew that's where I would stay for as long as it took to be physically examined by the Gerb, a race of people so sticky that they were always being peeled from the walls of the room where I was laying on a slab of wet cabbage...

Mr. O, age 30

I can't go back and recall what I remember when they took me that night. It was violent and stormy and cold and I was under their command. They said they were beckoning me for months and I told them I swore I felt no beckons ever but I had no choice. And I cried, like I am crying now, no no no no I can't think about that time, that night or moment because I become frightened, like I was that night, that day, wherever the hell it happened, I can't I tell you I can't... AHGHhhhdhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Mr. W, age 28

I can still remember the words the aliens taught me. Krang stillop gana gana boom silana. Steepen hopnop pinikee. I still don't know what it means but every time I say it I feel like I am melting, yet solid, yet clearly seeing all the molecules around me. Krang stillop gana gana boom silana. Steepen hopnop pinikee. There it goes again. I loved them and their big eyes, their big ears, their big mouths. Man, were they big.

Frank Cotolo can be found hosting the talk and interview programme Cotolo Chronicles. You can send him an e-mail at this address: frank@148.ca.