Otherworldly Encounters by Nomar Slevik

Author:Nomar Slevik
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: omar slevik;paranormal;ufo;ufos;aliens;alien abductions;alien sightings;ufo sightings;ufo abductions;alien encounters;other worlds;space;paranormal phenomenon;CVR09222017
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
Published: 2018-05-22T15:54:07+00:00

The last road to get to Pine Hill.

Hacker’s Hill near Casco, Maine.

As I turned the corner to drive up the steep, narrow dirt road I was stopped dead in my tracks by Private Property signs, a roped-off road, and a sign that read “Smile, you’re on camera.” I put my vehicle in park and got out. I scanned the trees and ground for any sign of a camera but found none. “Camouflage,” I thought. I took some pictures and got back into the car. I sat there for a moment and thought to myself, “How odd, the one area I need to get to in the hopes of seeing and recording reported UFOs coming and going from a portal on the mountain and it’s roped off, and there’s cameras?!” That’s right, dear readers, your hero author was caught right in the middle of a conspiracy fraught with intrigue and quarantined roads. Or more likely, the road was too dangerous to maneuver and the owners or the town did not want anyone up there hurting themselves. But the cameras … it didn’t make sense. No matter, I had a plan B, and that was Hacker’s Hill.

Hacker’s Hill is also in the town of Casco, located off Quaker Ridge Road. It is a sprawling twenty-seven-acre area that is 750 feet above sea level, which provides a view of the White Mountains, the nearby Lakes Regions, and Pine Hill. I drove up the long, winding road to the top of Hacker’s Hill and parked my vehicle between the trees and cell towers (there are two a stone’s throw away). It was about 6:00 p.m. by the time I got there, so I settled in, unpacked my homemade dinner, and waited. I had a full view of all the mountain peaks in the area and my head was “on a swivel.”

A few hours passed, during which I finished my meal, sipped on coffee, and went through the various equipment I had with me. Darkness arrived, yet I was vigilant in my pursuit of the portal. I tracked satellites and airplanes. In the distance below, as lights turned on in neighborhood homes, they appeared to me as lazily laid Christmas lights switching on throughout the mountainous area. One light appeared much brighter than the others; it lay just west of Pine Hill. I grabbed my binoculars for a better look. The bright light burned intensely and caused a glare through the binocular’s lenses, so I had to look away. “Was this a landed UFO?!” I thought. With the naked eye, it was brighter than the rest of the lights, so again I peered through the binoculars. Once my eyes adjusted I could see an object behind the light: a barn. Looked as though the landed UFO was nothing more than a large bulb atop the roof of an old barn, dang it!

As time ticked away and boredom settled in, I looked at the time—1:03 a.m. I forged ahead and continued my pursuits with more sips

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