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There was no question in my mind that something happened at the Siddon farm that terrified these people - something that motivated their editor to call my editor - and I needed to know what it was.
As good as his word, Bailey Watkins was sitting at my desk within the half hour. Watkins, a young-looking farmer with sandy blonde hair and intense green eyes, sat nervously with his baseball hat in his hands.
I grabbed my note-book and pencil and began the interview. “Let’s start at the beginning. You were visiting the Siddons on the night of August 19, when you saw something. Tell me about it.”
Watkins fiddled with his hat, his boots, and his wedding ring before he got down to it. “It was just after dark. I was sipping water from the well bucket when I saw this bright light in the sky. And it had rainbow colors all around it. This light or something landed over near the dried creek bed about two hundred yards from the house. Then, Herschel’s oldest hound dog starts a’yapping like you never heard! I thought a wild animal or something was attacking him! Herschel grabs his shotgun from off the wall, and I grab his .22 in the closet, and we go to the door to see what’s what.”
Bailey Watkins became pale and started sweating on his upper lip. He wiped the perspiration off nervously.”
“So, then you went outside?”
He nodded and sat back in his chair. “Yes’m. Me and Herschel headed out on the porch. And ma’am, what we saw… well, they wasn’t human.”
The phone rang suddenly and I thought my heart would jump right out of my chest. I grabbed the receiver on the second ring, unhappy at being scared nearly to death for the second time in one night.
“Ma’am, this is Edna Mae Watkins. I need to speak to my husband, Bailey Watkins. It… it’s an emergency!”
Watkins listened for a moment and then his face blanched. He practically threw the receiver back to me, put his hat on his head, and headed out the door…
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