Good evening. I need to share this while I still can. I don't know how much time I have left. This happened in 1998. I was living in Sedona, working as a night security guard at a resort property on the outskirts of town. The job was mostly sitting in a booth and watching cameras. Quiet work. I liked it that way. My ex-wife kept calling me that week about child support. I remember being stressed about money, wondering how I was going to make ends meet. The resort backed up to open desert. Red rock formations everywhere. Beautiful country, but isolated. On clear nights, you could see everything, stars like you wouldn't believe. That's what I was doing the night it happened. Just stepped outside my booth around 2 AM to look at the sky.
That's when I saw the craft. Massive, triangular, completely silent. It was hovering maybe 300 feet above the desert floor, perhaps half a mile from where I stood. The thing had to be 200 feet across at least. Lights at each point, not blinking, just steady. Bright white light underneath that illuminated the ground below it. I grabbed my binoculars from the booth. High-powered ones I kept for watching the perimeter. When I focused on the craft, I could see figures moving underneath it. They'd been lowered down on some kind of platform. I counted seven of them. Tall, maybe 8, 9 feet. Humanoid but not human. Even from that distance, I could tell. They were wearing something that looked like form-fitting suits. Metallic, reflective. And their hair, this is what got me, their hair was white-blonde. Long. They moved with purpose, setting up equipment around what looked like an excavation site.
I watched them for maybe twenty minutes. They were digging. Pulling things out of the ground. Containers of some kind. Black, rectangular cases that they loaded onto the platform. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, you know? This was real. This was happening right in front of me. Then the situation changed. Three vehicles came tearing across the desert from the east. Black SUVs, driving fast, no headlights. They stopped maybe 100 yards from the craft. Doors opened. Men got out. I could see them clearly through my binoculars, they were armed. Rifles, tactical gear. Military-looking but no insignias I could make out. The tall blonde beings noticed them immediately. They stopped what they were doing. One of them, the one who seemed to be in charge, raised its hand. I heard a sound then. Deep, resonant, like words but not in any language I've ever heard. Ancient-sounding, you know? The kind of sound that makes your chest vibrate. have sounded powerful - Marcus'
[ Story continues in the full game... ]