November 23, 2009

November 23, 2009

Dear Kevin;

I kinda told you a lot last time, and now, I'm kinda worried I said too much. Don't get me wrong, I trust you Kevin, you always seemed like a good guy, but lately Jerry has been acting really strange and I think something is going on. He used to be really friendly and outgoing and now he just stares into the corner. With him gone, it's getting really boring around here.

I wonder if they are reading my letters to you. I haven't said anything important yet. There are plenty of details I left out, and I didn't tell you about the most important part, or about the night I met you, or about the next week. I can't say what it is until I found out more, and what is going on with Jerry.

I will try to tell you more, but I need to know who is keeping tabs on me and what they are doing to Jerry.

Until then, be careful Kevin. They could be anywhere.

Sincerely,


Your friend

November 21, 2009

November 21, 2009

Dear Kevin,

I had a love once. She was great. Her name was Clarissa and we were madly in love. Well, at least I was, I think she was too, but I am not as sure as I used to be. From the moment I saw her, I knew I loved her. She was standing there, waiting for a ride, and I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I remember looking really stupid, as I thanked God for this moment, and was speechless when she asked what I was doing. From that point on, I knew it was magical, every moment was amazing, everything we did, no matter how mundane was new, and original and the new greatest moment of my life.

That is until, my second experience with them. She decided to move on, and I was still coming to grips with what I saw, and how to deal with it, and she slipped away one night. It was the worst night of my life up to that point, because I actually knew the love of my life, and the woman that was truly the one woman I would spend the rest of my life with was leaving, and it was like I was stuck, I couldn't say anything, or do anything to stop her, I just watched as she left.

I don't think they had much to do with it. Sure it was a big event in my life, of global importance, actually, but what does that matter next to love? No, it is no excuse, and sadly, now, all I have are the problems they left behind, while she has moved on. Sure I could try to see what she is doing if I ever get out of here, but I might as well watch TV, because I would be on the outside looking in.

They took away our TV, here. I wish I could watch TV. I liked X-Files, they made me think what I saw wasn't quite as crazy. But now, with everything that has happened, maybe it's all a TV show, ya know? Maybe I'm just on the outside of it all, looking in, watching the show.

Thanks for listening Kevin.


Sincerely,


Your friend

November 19, 2009

November 19, 2009

Dear Kevin;

Sorry it took so long to write to you, but just thinking about all that stuff got me really worked up. Maybe I'm not quite ready to tell you what happened after the first night, but hopefully soon. I appreciate you being there for me.

After Dave left, Jerry was really sad. We had each other, but the two of us felt really lonely at times. We never left our room. We just sat around, and played Checkers, and Chinese Checkers, and Monopoly all the time. I think Jerry cheats because he always got Boardwalk. Anyway, we got a new patient today. His name is Blain, and he seems really upset. Jerry said I was the same way when I came in. I don't remember coming in, I just remember waking up and Jerry was talking to Dave, and Dave acted like I had been there for days.

Blair says writing to you is really stupid, and that it doesn't matter. He says that no matter what, they will come back and take us away. I think he's wrong, writing the letters isn't stupid, it makes me feel better.

Hopefully, we can hang out when I get out of here, and we can look back on these letters and laugh. Thanks for listening, Kevin

Sincerely,

Your Friend

November 16, 2009

November 16, 2009

Dear Kevin;

I am feeling better already, after writing these letters. Jerry said they will really help if I tell you what's on my mind, and what I'm worried about. I know you probably don't want to hear it, but you seemed like a guy who doesn't mind listening, so, I guess I can tell you.

They started as lights at first. I figured it was a helicopter or a plane. After the lights started doing funny things, I started to think that they weren't some helicopter or plane, but something else entirely. Finally, the lights started getting really close to the water, and really close to us. I think it was round in shape, and had lights coming off the top. And, just like that, they vanished. I couldn't tell if they went up or down, but they were gone. I wasn't imagining it, like so many people told me I was, and I still believe it happened, no matter what the doctors say.

It was the first contact I had with the saucers, and it was the most bizarre feeling. I can't explain the feeling, but it was so weird being so close to something I couldn't, and still can't explain. I don't know what they saw in me that night, but clearly they saw something that made them come back. Why me? I'm not special, you know that Kevin. So, why would they pick me? Why did they want to ruin my life? Or was it them trying to help me?

I dunno what it was, but, I can't talk about it. The doctors say it is working me up too much, so I'm going to go get my medication. Maybe after some rest, I will write to you again.

Thank you, Kevin. It's good to talk to someone about this.

Sincerely,

Your friend.

November 12, 2009

November 12, 2009

Dear Kevin;

You may not remember me, but we had met, once. You seemed like a good guy, and my doctors said it would be good to write to you. I know you aren't able to write to me, but these letters are more for me than anything. Maybe, one day, I will be able to receive letters. Jerry told me if he was good, he could get letters next month.

So, I guess I should talk about the "incident," but I really don't want to. They tell me it didn't exist, and it was all in my mind, but I know it's real. You don't imagine something like that, and you can't just pretend it didn't happen. I have to believe that you believe me, so, maybe when I can get letters you can tell me you believe me.

They don't let us see the sun. The doctors tell me the sun is bad for me right now. Until I get better, I just sit in my room most days. It's not so bad, I have Jerry to keep me company right now. We had a third guy in here, Dave. Sadly, Dave is gone now, but they say he's cured, so I'm happy for him.

I really appreciate you being here for me to write to. I hope it will allow me to get better and go home eventually. Maybe we can hang out sometime once I get out. That would be great!

Sincerely,

Your friend