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August. The late 1980's-early 1990's. Far-northern suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A.
Cherokee County had more trees than suburban homes at that time, so the subdivision I lived in was one of a few and still in its fledgling stages. Cable service was iffy, being down often due to weather, energy surges or drains - a variety of causes.
The Perseid Meteor Shower would be visible that night and the weather was good - perfect for sleeping bags and camping on the back deck of the house. It must have been some time between 1 AM and 6 AM when the neighborhood dogs began barking at something. All of them it seemed were on alert. Something was HERE. What?
I stood up on the deck and walked to the edge. Around the corner of the lawn a dog was running, pursued by two or three balls of energy, which navigated around the corner while descending to overtake him. The bluish-colored ball succeeded in making contact with the dog, a german shephard, above mid-spine around the rib cage just as the dog rounded another corner and all sight of him was obscured by the building. An orange-yellow ball followed rapidly. It was a pursuit.
"They're here." I knew it and what was more, I knew that they had seen me and that "they" would be back. I must get inside the house. Maybe if I locked the door... "It won't matter," I knew. But I felt compelled to hide inside.
I tried with no success to awaken the other camper who was in a type of transfixed and comatose sleep - a more profound state than usual. I was not successful in stirring that sleeper. Giving up, I found myself almost frozen in dread. I went inside and into the bedroom, locking the door.
"They" were coming back. Oddly, I could hear them singing, "Jimmy Crack Corn" and "Zippity Doo Dah": male voices in holographic images, coming into the house. They entered the bedroom.
Then, in illogical but not unexplainable form, I blacked out.
I awoke at 6 AM. All was normal. The other camper was still sleeping out on the deck. I had indeed come into the house during the night, locked the outside and inside doors and was now in the bedroom. It was daylight.
The visitors were gone.
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