Matthieu was a lanky soft spoken guy in his mid thirties, older than my normal group of friends, and he had this weird prophet like aura to his personality that neither fit, nor deserved to be discredited.  We didn’t agree on many things at first, but there was always great discussion, so my interest was held.  We decided to go on a trip to a conference in Salt Lake City, Utah in October, where there would be snow, and where we would pick up my Grandmother to attend the conference with us.  We left seven hours later than we expected to, and my Grandmother was worried that we wouldn’t make it on time-she was beginning to feel uneasy about staying all alone in her sister’s house in an unfamiliar city.  It had all the makings for a disappointing reunion with her.

As we moved along at 75 miles an hour, the gas tank to the 2003 GMC Sierra Denali did as it always did and got 325 miles to the tank. We would stop a few places for fuel and food and drinks, and make it there exactly 7 hours late, as we had left, maybe making up a bit of time along the way if the ice and snow was reasonably clear.  The repeated phone calls from my grandmother furthered the chance for disappointment as I promised I was only an hour and a half late, and that I would be there by the time she woke up.  She was really starting to feel uneasy.  The town, Kaysville, had a decent history of paranormal activity and she was beginning to feel very alone in the house.

I let Matthieu drive for a while to catch some sleep and we made it to our gas station stop. The entire trip was more than 900 miles each way and at our speed we were making good time despite our 7 hour tardiness.  The first tank of gas ended just outside of Las Vegas NV, and Matthieu drove from there to Cedar City, UT, about another 175 miles, where he topped off the tank with my credit card.  We were now only 6 hours behind schedule, we had made up an hour. I decided to drive, though tired, from Cedar City to just southwest of Provo stopping outside the city for gas, about 400 miles, and from Provo he would drive.

We were due in Kaysville at 9am, and it was still almost 450 miles away at 5:15 am local time. 4 hours to cover 450 miles was impossible, and I was beginning to cede defeat.  I remember myself nodding off a few times while driving, so I stopped for coffee and candy about 45 minutes after leaving Cedar City.

I topped the tank again.  As I drove Matthieu slept, and I remember many times seeing the bright reflection of the headlights ff of the freeway markers in the middle of the road, but never riding over the center line; never making the noise.

As I came into Provo, Matthieu woke up and the sun was beginning to give a little light on the distant horizon.  He asked why I had driven so far, but I didn’t understand what he was saying, I was so tired, I felt as though I had just woken up, and I knew for certain we hadn’t been driving for very long.  I asked him what he was talking about and then looked at my tank and odometer.  We had traveled 415 miles and only used a third of a tank.  My odometer didn’t register the total on the trip indicator, no record of the miles we had just traveled.  My mind started to race, I looked at the highway sign and realized we were only 15 miles from Provo. My eyes moved to the clock.  It was 6:50 and my clock adjustment had been made when we crossed the Utah border. This was impossible. How did we travel over 400 miles without using the requisite gasoline and in less than two hours?  I asked him to check the floor and console for receipts for gas, and I pulled over to stretch and try to take stock of what was happening.  No receipt in my pocket, no receipt in the car.  In fact he still had my wallet in his pocket from when he filled up last.

The cause of my time loss?

We were both incredibly sleepy, despite his napping for a while, and I could only remember the bright lights shining of the highway reflectors nothing more.  I couldn’t deny that it had happened, but it didn’t make sense.  Before too much more thought occurred we got a call from my grandmother who was now even more eager to get out of the house, she told us she felt as though she was being watched, like she wasn’t alone, she was almost hysterical.  We still had almost 3 hours to go due to snow and ice and the 130+ miles to Kaysville.  It would be an interesting 130 miles, I couldn’t fathom what had just happened to me.  Matthieu, ever the conspiracy theorist and outspoken believer was already talking about the Greys, and time loss, and accelerated movement, and abduction, and telling our story on coast to coast radio show. I just wanted to know how I managed to sleep through so much driving and fill the tank without any money and why I couldn’t stop seeing the bright flashing white lights off of the highway reflectors in my mind.  I had a headache, and I was jittery from the newest infusion of coffee.

We got 4 more calls from Grandma before we arrived in Kaysville exactly at 9:05 am local time some 7 hours faster than we should have arrived.  She was waiting outside, our last conversation so frenzied that I had Matthieu load the HK USP .40 caliber pistol I always carried on long trips-so I could have it to look through the house when I arrived.  We met her at the door, and they went across the street to talk while I looked through closets and cupboards to ensure no one was there.

The split level house had a landing to the right and a staircase directly in front of the entryway leading downstairs.  I locked the door and turned on my cell phone in my pocket in case I needed Matthieu to call Emergency services-he was listening on the other end with his cell phone.  I checked the upstairs area cautiously: first the living room and kitchen, then the back door. Safe, secure, locked: no threats.  My job as a Military and Law Enforcement Gunsmith and custom gun maker gave me more than enough insight into standard procedures to clear a house, but my nerves were not agreeing with me.  Downstairs I was slow going, checking right to the hallway then entering left to the first bedroom to clear it, every few heartbeats, checking behind me up the stairs and in the bottom landing for an ambush.  Something dark behind the shower curtain in bathroom 1 startled me and I was sure I had found someone, but it was simply a long dark colored beach towel hanging inside from the shower head.  I moved back through to the hallway, but heard scratching, and got scared. The closet I had forgotten to check was the source of the noise, but there was nothing behind the door when I slid it open.

I was uneasy.  As I entered the last room ad bathroom to find nothing, my uneasiness remained, but why? There was no one here.  I noticed a plywood board over the wall to my left and wondered what its purpose was.  Again came the scratching, I moved quickly into the other room to check the closet, but nothing.  I decided to check once ore in the final room and found nothing.  As I went to go back out to the stairs something yellow caught my eye.  In the middle of the plywood was a different shade of color. I crouched down, gun in hand from 3 feet away to look closer. Three seconds later it blinked.  I almost died of fear.  My heart skipped a couple beats, and I got a cold sweat.  I went closer, but cautiously, as I didn’t know what I was about to encounter.  I looked through the 1 and a half inch hole to see an old man walking away slowly.  He had a dog with him, but the eye was like a reptile, the elongated vertical iris and yellow: aggressive looking.  I ran upstairs to intercept him in the back yard, but when I got up it was too late.  Somehow in the 6 seconds it took me to get upstairs he had covered the ¾ acre distance with his dog and he had vanished.

After three seconds it blinked.

My Grandmother was safe, so I was happy, to a certain extent.  Exhausted, confused, but happy.

I can’t explain the time loss, the reptilian eye, or the blinking lights to this day that still haunt me.  Matthieu presented our story, complete with receipts and cell phone pictures and bank and credit card statements on Coast to Coast AM, but we never got any real answers.  Deep inside, we know what the truth is, and no matter how skeptical people are, we believe.

First of all let us find out who is a skeptic. A skeptic is a person who has dedicated himself or herself in exposing the flawed belief system of other people. All human beings will be capable of doing great things if only they are freed of their silly paranormal beliefs, religions and self destructive fallacies. Skeptic takes it upon him to debunk UFO’s.

Skeptics usually have a scientific background. To come to any conclusion they make observation, gather proof or evidence, assemble theories, test the methodologies and then draw conclusion on the basis of the data available. According to the skeptics the scientific method is obstructed when the people choose to believe things without the presence of any hard or solid proof or evidence like in case of UFO’s.

The skeptics want to work for the betterment of the society. They want to improve humanity in two simple steps. . First is that they want to clear all the self beliefs and the self destructive impulses currently afflicting humanity or mankind. In reality the skeptics never go beyond this step, the cutting down phase. According to them the human irrational beliefs are so huge and so intimately tide to the psyche of the humans that they are highly immune to any kind of rational attack. The people believe in such things because they need to, because it serves some sort of purpose in their personalities. Or perhaps believing in UFO’s or aliens etc. gives them a self of control or purpose that he would not otherwise have.

However one thing that you all will agree on is that it is very easy to shoot things then to build them up. And even the most hardcore skeptic will never ever make the transition from one to another. The skeptics always see themselves as rationales; there are always hidden personal reasons why they choose to spend their time and energy attacking the beliefs of others. Maybe, like a conspiracy theorist the skeptics too try to gain mastery over the world by exposing its hidden flaws.

At the end it is very important for every one of us to know that, a person maybe wrong, two persons may be wrong, three too can be wrong. But when you have got around million people saying the same thing, then there must be something. Its easier for skeptics to say that there is no solid proof, well when something is witnessed by millions of people worldwide , then it itself becomes a solid proof.