Michael: "Ms. Courvin, thank you for agreeing to speak with me today. I know this must bring up some difficult memories, but I’m hoping you can shed light on what really happened that night in 1956. Many of the townspeople claim to have seen the UFO, but your account is the most detailed. Can you start by telling us what you saw?"
Joanna: (Her hands nervously grip the edge of the table, her eyes staring ahead as if replaying the event in her mind)
"Well, Michael, I remember that night as if it was yesterday. It was a warm evening—nothing out of the ordinary. My husband and I were sitting outside on the porch when I noticed a strange light in the sky. It didn’t look like an airplane or a star; it was… pulsing, almost alive. It caught my attention right away."
Michael: "What did you do after that? How did you react?"
Joanna: (Her voice starts to quiver slightly as she recalls the memory)
"I tried to call my husband’s attention to it, but before I could say anything, it was too late. The light… it didn’t just stay in place. It moved—no, it sped across the sky in ways I’d never seen before. It wasn’t like anything I could explain. It wasn’t like anything we’ve seen in our world."
Michael: "At what point did you realize this wasn’t just a normal sighting? When did it become… something more?"
Joanna: (Her voice drops, becoming hushed as she recalls the intense moment)
"When it got closer... that’s when I knew. It wasn’t just a light in the sky anymore. It was huge. The size of a football field, maybe bigger. It had a metallic surface that shimmered with bright, pulsating spots of color. It didn’t make any sound, not a hum, not a buzz. But it was there, hovering above us, so close... it was almost like it was looking at us."
Michael: "Looking at you?"
Joanna: "Yes, looking at me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what it felt like. There was something… intelligent about it. It wasn’t just a ship or a thing in the sky. It felt aware. I couldn’t explain it at the time, but now… it still gives me chills just thinking about it."
Michael: (Pauses, leaning in slightly)
"You mentioned something strange about the face of the UFO. Could you tell me more about that? What exactly did you see?"
Joanna: (Her expression darkens, and she pauses for a long moment, as if struggling to find the words)
"Yes... the face. I didn’t understand it at first. It was on the front of the UFO, almost like it was a part of it. But it wasn’t a face like you or me. It was… it was a distorted, almost cartoonish face, but with eyes—large, unblinking eyes that felt like they were staring straight into your soul. And the expression… I can still see it so clearly. It was terrified. The face was… it was full of pure, raw fear."
Michael: (His eyes widen slightly)
"Wait, the UFO had a face showing fear?"
Joanna: (Her voice grows shaky, and she looks away, visibly disturbed by the memory)
"Yes. It was a face like no other. The eyes were wide open, but it wasn’t the kind of fear I was expecting. It wasn’t the fear of something chasing it or of something attacking it. It was helpless, like it was trying to scream but couldn’t. I could almost feel the terror radiating from it. It wasn’t just a craft... it was as though the craft was… alive, with its own emotions, and it was terrified."
Michael: (Leaning back, visibly stunned)
"This is… astonishing. So the UFO had emotions? Fear? But why?"
Joanna: (She seems lost in thought, her eyes distant as she relives the moment)
"I don’t know, Michael. I wish I knew. I only know what I saw. That face... it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was like it didn’t want us to know, but it couldn’t hide its fear. It was almost like... it was in trouble. Something was wrong with it."
Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Michael: "What did you do after that? How did you react?"
Joanna: (Her voice starts to quiver slightly as she recalls the memory)
"I tried to call my husband’s attention to it, but before I could say anything, it was too late. The light… it didn’t just stay in place. It moved—no, it sped across the sky in ways I’d never seen before. It wasn’t like anything I could explain. It wasn’t like anything we’ve seen in our world."
Michael: "At what point did you realize this wasn’t just a normal sighting? When did it become… something more?"
Joanna: (Her voice drops, becoming hushed as she recalls the intense moment)
"When it got closer... that’s when I knew. It wasn’t just a light in the sky anymore. It was huge. The size of a football field, maybe bigger. It had a metallic surface that shimmered with bright, pulsating spots of color. It didn’t make any sound, not a hum, not a buzz. But it was there, hovering above us, so close... it was almost like it was looking at us."
Michael: "Looking at you?"
Joanna: "Yes, looking at me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what it felt like. There was something… intelligent about it. It wasn’t just a ship or a thing in the sky. It felt aware. I couldn’t explain it at the time, but now… it still gives me chills just thinking about it."
Michael: (Pauses, leaning in slightly)
"You mentioned something strange about the face of the UFO. Could you tell me more about that? What exactly did you see?"
Joanna: (Her expression darkens, and she pauses for a long moment, as if struggling to find the words)
"Yes... the face. I didn’t understand it at first. It was on the front of the UFO, almost like it was a part of it. But it wasn’t a face like you or me. It was… it was a distorted, almost cartoonish face, but with eyes—large, unblinking eyes that felt like they were staring straight into your soul. And the expression… I can still see it so clearly. It was terrified. The face was… it was full of pure, raw fear."
Michael: (His eyes widen slightly)
"Wait, the UFO had a face showing fear?"
Joanna: (Her voice grows shaky, and she looks away, visibly disturbed by the memory)
"Yes. It was a face like no other. The eyes were wide open, but it wasn’t the kind of fear I was expecting. It wasn’t the fear of something chasing it or of something attacking it. It was helpless, like it was trying to scream but couldn’t. I could almost feel the terror radiating from it. It wasn’t just a craft... it was as though the craft was… alive, with its own emotions, and it was terrified."
Michael: (Leaning back, visibly stunned)
"This is… astonishing. So the UFO had emotions? Fear? But why?"
Joanna: (She seems lost in thought, her eyes distant as she relives the moment)
"I don’t know, Michael. I wish I knew. I only know what I saw. That face... it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was like it didn’t want us to know, but it couldn’t hide its fear. It was almost like... it was in trouble. Something was wrong with it."
Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Michael: "At what point did you realize this wasn’t just a normal sighting? When did it become… something more?"
Joanna: (Her voice drops, becoming hushed as she recalls the intense moment)
"When it got closer... that’s when I knew. It wasn’t just a light in the sky anymore. It was huge. The size of a football field, maybe bigger. It had a metallic surface that shimmered with bright, pulsating spots of color. It didn’t make any sound, not a hum, not a buzz. But it was there, hovering above us, so close... it was almost like it was looking at us."
Michael: "Looking at you?"
Joanna: "Yes, looking at me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what it felt like. There was something… intelligent about it. It wasn’t just a ship or a thing in the sky. It felt aware. I couldn’t explain it at the time, but now… it still gives me chills just thinking about it."
Michael: (Pauses, leaning in slightly)
"You mentioned something strange about the face of the UFO. Could you tell me more about that? What exactly did you see?"
Joanna: (Her expression darkens, and she pauses for a long moment, as if struggling to find the words)
"Yes... the face. I didn’t understand it at first. It was on the front of the UFO, almost like it was a part of it. But it wasn’t a face like you or me. It was… it was a distorted, almost cartoonish face, but with eyes—large, unblinking eyes that felt like they were staring straight into your soul. And the expression… I can still see it so clearly. It was terrified. The face was… it was full of pure, raw fear."
Michael: (His eyes widen slightly)
"Wait, the UFO had a face showing fear?"
Joanna: (Her voice grows shaky, and she looks away, visibly disturbed by the memory)
"Yes. It was a face like no other. The eyes were wide open, but it wasn’t the kind of fear I was expecting. It wasn’t the fear of something chasing it or of something attacking it. It was helpless, like it was trying to scream but couldn’t. I could almost feel the terror radiating from it. It wasn’t just a craft... it was as though the craft was… alive, with its own emotions, and it was terrified."
Michael: (Leaning back, visibly stunned)
"This is… astonishing. So the UFO had emotions? Fear? But why?"
Joanna: (She seems lost in thought, her eyes distant as she relives the moment)
"I don’t know, Michael. I wish I knew. I only know what I saw. That face... it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was like it didn’t want us to know, but it couldn’t hide its fear. It was almost like... it was in trouble. Something was wrong with it."
Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Michael: "Looking at you?"
Joanna: "Yes, looking at me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what it felt like. There was something… intelligent about it. It wasn’t just a ship or a thing in the sky. It felt aware. I couldn’t explain it at the time, but now… it still gives me chills just thinking about it."
Michael: (Pauses, leaning in slightly)
"You mentioned something strange about the face of the UFO. Could you tell me more about that? What exactly did you see?"
Joanna: (Her expression darkens, and she pauses for a long moment, as if struggling to find the words)
"Yes... the face. I didn’t understand it at first. It was on the front of the UFO, almost like it was a part of it. But it wasn’t a face like you or me. It was… it was a distorted, almost cartoonish face, but with eyes—large, unblinking eyes that felt like they were staring straight into your soul. And the expression… I can still see it so clearly. It was terrified. The face was… it was full of pure, raw fear."
Michael: (His eyes widen slightly)
"Wait, the UFO had a face showing fear?"
Joanna: (Her voice grows shaky, and she looks away, visibly disturbed by the memory)
"Yes. It was a face like no other. The eyes were wide open, but it wasn’t the kind of fear I was expecting. It wasn’t the fear of something chasing it or of something attacking it. It was helpless, like it was trying to scream but couldn’t. I could almost feel the terror radiating from it. It wasn’t just a craft... it was as though the craft was… alive, with its own emotions, and it was terrified."
Michael: (Leaning back, visibly stunned)
"This is… astonishing. So the UFO had emotions? Fear? But why?"
Joanna: (She seems lost in thought, her eyes distant as she relives the moment)
"I don’t know, Michael. I wish I knew. I only know what I saw. That face... it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was like it didn’t want us to know, but it couldn’t hide its fear. It was almost like... it was in trouble. Something was wrong with it."
Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Michael: (Pauses, leaning in slightly)
"You mentioned something strange about the face of the UFO. Could you tell me more about that? What exactly did you see?"
Joanna: (Her expression darkens, and she pauses for a long moment, as if struggling to find the words)
"Yes... the face. I didn’t understand it at first. It was on the front of the UFO, almost like it was a part of it. But it wasn’t a face like you or me. It was… it was a distorted, almost cartoonish face, but with eyes—large, unblinking eyes that felt like they were staring straight into your soul. And the expression… I can still see it so clearly. It was terrified. The face was… it was full of pure, raw fear."
Michael: (His eyes widen slightly)
"Wait, the UFO had a face showing fear?"
Joanna: (Her voice grows shaky, and she looks away, visibly disturbed by the memory)
"Yes. It was a face like no other. The eyes were wide open, but it wasn’t the kind of fear I was expecting. It wasn’t the fear of something chasing it or of something attacking it. It was helpless, like it was trying to scream but couldn’t. I could almost feel the terror radiating from it. It wasn’t just a craft... it was as though the craft was… alive, with its own emotions, and it was terrified."
Michael: (Leaning back, visibly stunned)
"This is… astonishing. So the UFO had emotions? Fear? But why?"
Joanna: (She seems lost in thought, her eyes distant as she relives the moment)
"I don’t know, Michael. I wish I knew. I only know what I saw. That face... it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was like it didn’t want us to know, but it couldn’t hide its fear. It was almost like... it was in trouble. Something was wrong with it."
Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Michael: (His eyes widen slightly)
"Wait, the UFO had a face showing fear?"
Joanna: (Her voice grows shaky, and she looks away, visibly disturbed by the memory)
"Yes. It was a face like no other. The eyes were wide open, but it wasn’t the kind of fear I was expecting. It wasn’t the fear of something chasing it or of something attacking it. It was helpless, like it was trying to scream but couldn’t. I could almost feel the terror radiating from it. It wasn’t just a craft... it was as though the craft was… alive, with its own emotions, and it was terrified."
Michael: (Leaning back, visibly stunned)
"This is… astonishing. So the UFO had emotions? Fear? But why?"
Joanna: (She seems lost in thought, her eyes distant as she relives the moment)
"I don’t know, Michael. I wish I knew. I only know what I saw. That face... it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was like it didn’t want us to know, but it couldn’t hide its fear. It was almost like... it was in trouble. Something was wrong with it."
Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Michael: (Leaning back, visibly stunned)
"This is… astonishing. So the UFO had emotions? Fear? But why?"
Joanna: (She seems lost in thought, her eyes distant as she relives the moment)
"I don’t know, Michael. I wish I knew. I only know what I saw. That face... it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was like it didn’t want us to know, but it couldn’t hide its fear. It was almost like... it was in trouble. Something was wrong with it."
Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Michael: (His voice softens, trying to understand)
"After seeing the face, what happened next? Did the UFO leave? Did it do anything?"
Joanna: (She exhales deeply, wiping her eyes, still shaken by the memory)
"Yes, it left. Just as quickly as it had appeared. It shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, like it had never been there. But I could feel it. It had been there. And that face, Michael… I’ll never forget it."
(Suddenly, as Joanna finishes her sentence, she freezes, her eyes locking onto something outside the window. Her face turns pale, and her breathing becomes shallow. Michael turns around to see the room darkening, and for a split second, a strange, eerie reflection of the UFO’s face seems to flicker on the glass.)
Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror)
"That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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Joanna: (Her voice shakes, her eyes wide in terror) "That... that face... it’s back. It’s looking at me again."
(For a few seconds, there is only silence, the air thick with tension. Joanna’s face goes pale, her lips trembling as she stares at the window, her hands gripping the chair as though she is unable to move.)
Michael: (Visibly alarmed, trying to calm her down)
"Joanna, it’s okay, you’re just remembering it. It's not real. Take a deep breath."
But Joanna’s eyes remain fixed on the reflection, her body frozen in fear. She doesn’t respond. The shock on her face is undeniable—she’s reliving the terror, feeling the same fear she felt all those years ago.
Michael: (Whispers under his breath, his voice filled with concern)
"Joanna, what’s happening?"
Joanna: (Her voice barely a whisper, horrified)
"The face… it’s the same... but this time… it’s showing even more fear."
The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him.
Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm)
"I have something I think you need to see, Michael."
Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious)
"What’s this?"
Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face.
The face of the UFO was unmistakable.
It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering)
"That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly)
"Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper)
"This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow)
"That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble)
"But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror)
"I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now."
Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent)
"Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply)
"I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation)
"And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories)
"Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency)
"Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo)
"I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering)
"Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling)
"She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now."
Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained)
"You showed him… you showed him the face."
Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes.
Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering)
"It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
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The recorder clicks off.
After the interview ended, Michael sat quietly for a moment, processing everything Joanna had said. The image of the UFO’s face, full of terror and helplessness, lingered in his mind. But he had to know more. Something about Joanna’s account didn’t sit right with him. Suddenly, Michael noticed Nick Courvin standing at the door, holding an old, creased envelope in his hands. His face was serious, almost grim. He walked slowly over to Michael, who had been staring blankly at the recorder, lost in thought.
Nick: (His voice is low, but firm) "I have something I think you need to see, Michael." Michael looked up, startled. Nick pulled the photograph from the envelope. The image was old, yellowed with age, but the details were still hauntingly clear.
Michael: (Leaning forward, curious) "What’s this?" Nick placed the photograph on the table between them. It showed the UFO from that fateful night, captured in mid-air. The UFO's astro carrier body was shimmering, glowing in the dark sky. But what caught Michael’s attention—and what caused his breath to catch in his throat—was the face. The face of the UFO was unmistakable. It was large, distorted, with wide, unblinking eyes that glowed faintly, a grotesque smile plastered across its "face." The eyes weren’t just eerie—they seemed filled with raw, paralyzing fear. The face looked like it was staring directly at the camera, at them.
Michael: (His voice faltering) "That… that’s impossible. It looks like—"
Nick: (Nods grimly) "Yeah. I know. That’s the face Joanna saw that night. That’s what she tried to describe to you. That face—it’s real, Michael."
As Michael stared at the photograph, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the unnatural expression on the face. The image seemed almost too strange, too terrifying to be real, yet there it was—captured forever in this photo. The eerie, glowing eyes locked with his, as if the face was daring him to look away. The face was full of fear, confusion, and something darker—terror.
Michael: (Eyes wide, his voice a whisper) "This… this is what Joanna saw. This is what terrified her."
Nick: (His expression darkens, his voice heavy with sorrow) "That face haunted her for years. And it’s still haunting her now. I tried to tell her it was just some strange phenomenon, a trick of the light or something, but… but I saw it too. We both did. That night, we felt something was watching us. Something that wanted us to see its fear."
Michael: (In disbelief, as his hands tremble) "But why would it look afraid? It’s a UFO, it’s supposed to be the one doing the observing. Why would it show fear?"
Nick: (His voice cracks, remembering the horror) "I don’t know, Michael. I don’t know. But I’ve seen that face in my dreams for years. It’s been following us ever since. That night, when it left, we thought it was gone for good. But Joanna… she hasn’t been the same. She’s never been able to forget it. She can still see that face, even now." Michael set the photograph down, his mind racing with questions. Something about this whole situation was just too strange to ignore. The photo was undeniable evidence, yet it left him with more questions than answers. He looked at Nick, searching for some clarity.
Michael: (His voice urgent) "Have you shown this to anyone else? To the authorities? What did they say?"
Nick: (Sighs deeply) "I’ve shown it to a few people, but no one took it seriously. The police didn’t believe us—they said it was some kind of prank or maybe a weather balloon or something. But I know what we saw. We both know what we saw."
Michael: (His expression softens, as if understanding the weight of the situation) "And Joanna? How is she holding up?"
Nick: (His face becomes distant, as if recalling painful memories) "Joanna hasn’t been the same since that night. She’s still haunted by the face. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees it. She says she can hear its voice in her head, calling to her. I don’t know if it’s real, or if it’s just in her mind, but it’s driven her to the edge. She doesn’t talk much about it anymore. It’s as if she's afraid to confront it."
Michael: (Leans forward, with a sense of growing urgency) "Do you think the UFO is connected to her fear? Is it still watching her?"
Nick: (A long pause as he looks at the photo) "I don’t know… but I think it’s still out there. The face… it wasn’t just a random appearance. It was intentional. It wanted us to see it, and I think it wanted to leave us with something—something it couldn’t explain. Something terrifying."
As Michael absorbed the weight of Nick’s words, a sudden chill filled the room. The photo of the UFO’s face seemed to grow darker, its eyes widening even more in the dim light, as if it were staring back at Michael, calling him in. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unexplainable presence. Michael felt his own heart race. Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the hallway. Michael turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the faint sound of something—or someone—moving in the other room.
Michael: (Whispering) "Joanna?"
Nick’s face went pale. He stood up quickly, motioning for Michael to stay quiet.
Nick: (Voice trembling) "She’s… she’s been hearing things. Voices. It’s like the face is following her, even now." Just then, the door creaked open. Joanna stepped into the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and glassy. She froze as she saw the photo of the UFO still on the table.
Joanna: (Her voice hollow, strained) "You showed him… you showed him the face." Nick nodded silently, his own fear mirrored in her eyes. Joanna slowly approached the photo, her breath shallow. She touched the image lightly, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, with a sharp, startled gasp, her eyes widened even further.
Joanna: (Horrified, whispering) "It’s looking at me… It’s looking at me again."
Michael’s heart raced as he realized: the face wasn’t just in the photograph—it was still alive. And it was still haunting them.
this is the official picture taken from Nick Courvin