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SPACE-WANDERING HORROR CLOUD COMING?
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The Pall From Space
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Many years ago, when I was collecting narratives of alien abduction and alien contact for a project, I ran into one person whose story has stuck with me, as it was so different from everything else I was hearing.
The purpose of the project was not to prove or disprove the accounts of abductees/contactees ("experiencers," they're all called now, but at the time that word hadn't been applied). There was no collection of evidence; it was a study of the contact/abduction narrative itself. The idea was to look at the language used and the structure of the account, and compare it to traditional folklore about "fairies" and also to published science-fiction stories. So I have no idea whether this person's account is true.
My informant, a pleasant middle-aged man with a job in insurance, did not seem crazy. He denied drug use beyond occasional drinking and smoking cigars. He had a round, moonly face and the beginning of a double chin; his wire-framed glasses made his eyes look owlishly large. He began his account as most experiencers did, hesitantly, watching my face for any sign of ridicule.
He had met the alien by accident, my informant said. This was unusual, because in most accounts the experiencer described having been chosen by the aliens.
This man, I will call him H.L., was hiking with his dog--a doberman-labrador retriever mix--in a deeply wooded part of the state. He was the only one on the trail, because it was the middle of the winter and the weather was drizzly and miserable; he told me he liked to take his dog out when the woods would be deserted so he could really be alone. Suddenly the dog, who normally was well-behaved, took off into the woods. H.L. panicked and went running to try to catch his dog; he was afraid the dog had spotted a bear and might get hurt.
As H.L. ran around a massive mossy stump, he practically bumped into this strange being, who appeared to be digging in the dire. The being, according to H.L., was humanoid but very thin and had hands "like a tree frog." H.L., in a fit of adrenalin, picked up a stick and prepared to defend himself; the alien pointed a strange device toward H.L., who thought he "was going to be vaporized."
Just then, the dog came running back and stood between H.L. and the alien, and the alien dropped the weapon. The alien communicated telepathically to H.L. that he had been afraid and would have shot him, but that the dog had saved him. The alien went on to say that his people had more regard for dogs than for most beings, because dogs have a unique capacity to love. Then the alien said something about the tragedy of all the dogs dying too.
H.L. said he had asked the alien what that meant. The alien told H.L. that there is a THING in space, H.L. called it "a pall that drops." It is like a cloud of horror that roams through the galaxy. When the Pall comes upon an inhabited world, it engulfs the planet. Under the influence of the Pall, every intelligent being on the planet begins to attack the other beings in increasingly horrible ways. As H.L. described it, the Pall would make mothers eviscerate their children, make husbands cannibalize their wives, make every person do the worst thing he or she could imagine.
At this point I asked H.L. why the Pall would do this. He said he didn't know, maybe the Pall eats misery and fear, but that the alien had told him they had no idea what the Pall was, only that it had devastated their planet and it was now on its way toward Earth. The alien was here to take samples of the plants before the Pall came, because they were still trying to understand what it did.
I asked H.L. what we could do about the Pall. He said he had asked the alien the same thing, and the alien said there was nothing that could be done. The alien said that if his race could, they would save humanity for the sake of the dogs who love us; but that this wasn't going to be possible.
Do I believe in the Pall? I believe H.L. was a credible witness. There was nothing for him to gain by telling such a wild story. His account was extremely different from anything I had seen published, and also didn't fit the usual narrative of abduction or contact. But I don't know.
I hadn't thought about this in years, but I saw H.L.'s picture in the obituaries today, so I don't think he'd mind if I told the story. RIP Mr. H.L., you are in the only place the Pall can't ever get you.
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Sorry for repost, it didn't put my name in the other one, so I couldn't see the thread in my active threads. It needed a new title, too.
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