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Well, when I shapped out of it I jumped down to Mal and felt his bloddy face, he was dead as dead gets. But I couldn't
cry, my face was too exhausted from screaming. Anyways, I called 911 and staggered around and found a robe to put on, then
I noticed the door to his den was open. I don't know why but I wanted to look inside, like womhow he was still alive in
there. I walk in, real gingerly, like he could really hear me. The Fed Ex bos is ipen on the floor next to his station,
a real neat stack of pages with acetate covers stapled together is on his desk at oh, ten oclock. The computer screen is
starring back at me in full color ewith a diagram surrounding a picture. I had to get closer to see the picture, then I
recogized it as, like a woman getting screwed in some weird position. I swear to god my nose was like two inchees from the
screen when it hit me. The chick getting severely abused was me? But the guy in the picture wasn't Malcolm!!
I
mean, this wass me, on Mals' bed, two freakin' hours before only innstead of Mal there was this...I'm sorry I don't know what
to call it. It wasn't evern a person...it was like this hairy looking ethnic type, f---ing bug guy! Yeh, it was like this
big hairy f---ing lobster man. I swear to god I started to vomit, but I didn't. I tried to read the graphics scrolled
around the left side and bottom of the raunchy picture, but it was like, not even the
English alphabert, let alone language.
Then I looked down at teh stack of papers, same thing, mumbo-jumbo, couldn't make out heads or tails. Now I got intensely
scared and angry at the same time. Then it all made sense...this f--0-ing sicko bastard was screing me to fill...like work
orders. Then he doctores the pictures and probably ships them out on some internet!! God I wanted to kill him, then I
remembered, he was already dead!
(Editors Note: At this point Helen's voice was shaking so severely that you could tell her whole body must be convulsing.
She began sobbing which continued for over a minute, then the line went dead. About twenty minutes later she again call.
This time she was far more collected)
I'm really sorry I lost it like that... I gueass I really shouldn't have called on the first place but I'm just afraid to
tell this to anyone face to face. No one would ever believer it anyway and evenif they di, what would they do. Anyway,
where was I...Let's see You know that Mal, the f---ing bastard has been screwing me, dubbing the pictures on his computerand
doing whos knows what with them. A deer jumps through the window, kills him real dead and then tells me to keep my mouth
shut. Yeah and like I'm not a totally phycho-freakinmg-chotic loony. I swear I think I am and yet the shit just gets freakier.
I'b about ten minutes after I've called 911 when the door rings. Wh3en I open the door this big guy (must be at least
6'4"z) in very clean pressed black coveralls walks right in past me and kneels next to Mal. He had blond hair and pale
skin but he never looked at me and I swear I can't recall a thing about his face. Anyway he puts his hand into Mals bloody
shirty and he seemed to twist it right through Mals busted up ribcage. All the time his shaking his head and muttering "You've
been very very bad. You've been a very badf man. You've been bvery, very bad." Kinda' like some retarded mantra,
again and again. Well I'm frozen, I keep starinng at the door and the man in black tring to figure if I can dash out unnoticed.
I'm just about to try when a secong guy in black coveralls steps through the broken picture windo frame. Number two is
carrying a lare spun aluminum suitcase. Without evern regarding me he walks past number one into tyhe den anad goes straight
fto tthe computer station.
Now number one totally grosses me out. His right arm, bured halfway to his elbow in
Mals chest cranks a half turn counter cloclkwise. I hearrd a rather loud "pop" and lord if number one doesn't
yank Mals heart right out of his chest. At this I tried so hard to scream but nothing would come out. Like on cue number
two steps out of the den holding the suitcase open and freako puts the heart inside.
(At this point an automated operator breaks in requesting more change to continue. Helen throughs out some stream of consciousness
swearing before continuing.)
Well I'm outta' change and I don't know iff I'll get to call you again but I've got to tell you this part. Number One starts
talking to me as he wipes his hands on a rag, "We're very sorry about what Malcolm has done but you don't have to worry
aboyut him anymore. Of course you won't tell anyone about any of this. In fact, nothing happened at all, he never existed
and we were negver here. You see miss, this is an NSA matter now, so you can rest assured everything is Okey-dokey, hunky-dory.
Of course if you spoke of this to anyone then you would become a National Security matterand yhou can rest assured you would
be taken care of.: Then number one proceeds to tell me all of the details, beginning to end. How the Russians are involved,
where the deer come in, Hanger 18...everything!
Listen, I've got to get out of here but I'll try to call back.
I'm sure you think I'm crazy and I'mm sure thats why I'm alive today but what teh men in black didn't know and why I know
I';m not crazy is this.
I've got the whole thing on f---ing tape! Not cassette baby, videotape...Mal had the whole place rigged for video and I've...
(At this point the line went dead. Please call us back Helen or if your reading this just click on this paragraph to email
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