The Incident at Pine Hills Mounds
Black-eyed kids and other shenanigans.
“I saw eight non-human lifeforms on the site. Four of them are what we usually call the gray aliens. They appear to be supervising the work. Additionally, there are two pieces of equipment by the mound. One is an earth excavator, and its motor is running. The other is a bulldozer, and it too is running. The bulldozer has been used to tear at the circumference of the mound. Before I left, I determined that the people were coming out of the entryway. Some were standing around like statues, while two of the men began to operate the machinery again. If they’re trying to unearth something, it won’t take long.”
“Four aliens, you say? Or eight?”
“Yes. Eight. There are four others of a different sort. If the gray humanoids weren’t frightening enough already, there’s more. The groups of people and humanoids were working with four other creatures that can only be described as horrific. Occasionally one of the hostages would stop digging and take food to these creatures. The four beasts seemed to be devouring a horse.”
“The worst thing is that the abominations are hard to see,” Ghalia continued. “You have to get within approximately one hundred yards to see them. They emanate a jade-like color, as green as jealousy, but only when you’re close enough to detect it. Additionally, the four creatures continuously blink, as though they were winking in and out of existence.”
“When you finally see one of these aliens, you’ll notice that the creatures look very much like enormous oak tree trunks. At first sight they will appear to be what’s left of a sawed off, harvested, tree. They’re mobile, and they move about by using their root systems, which are above ground. At the top of the trunk there appears to be something like a rounded, trimmed bush. This is no beautiful spring growth, however, for there are a number of stalks protruding from the top and all ‘sides’ of the so-called ‘bush.’ Each of these stalks has a quartz, obsidian, or jade colored eye that also blinks in and out of existence. Moreover, there are long, flexible arms (tentacle-like) that are almost constantly in motion. They come forth from the ‘bush’ and whip about, sometimes slowly and sometimes frantically.”
“What I’m about to tell you now is classified information, filed away somewhere in a government document concerning “cryptids.” I’m assuming everyone here knows what a cryptid is, but if not: A cryptid is a fantastic or even mythological life form that is rumored to exist, but not proven to exist. I give you this info because the creatures at this place are not unknown to us. I don’t know when they were first encountered, but we have data on them. The creatures are called Borth Mundar Balam. They usually end up being hostile when humans encounter them and they are typically seen when acting as a servant for a more powerful being.”
“I can make some educated guesses about what we’re dealing with—Borth Mundar Balam. Balam is the English word for a Mayan cat or jaguar deity. He domain is, supposedly, the underworld. If you’ll recall, Theodore Lang showed us broken statuettes depicting cats. I suspect our mound could be a ceremonial site that is somehow connected to Balam.”
“Maybe that’s not as outlandish as it sounds,” said Dr. Williamson. “Mayan blood runs strong in the founding families of Mackenson County. Many scholars conjecture that there is an even more ancient connection between the county’s founders and the people of Mesoamerica. I’ve wondered about that as well.”
“Perhaps we can ask Dr. Easton to look into this in greater detail when this mission concludes,” Ghalia observed.
“Ghalia, how do we defeat this enemy?” The colonel sounded impatient.
“We must attempt to save our county residents, and we have to machine gun and burn whatever is left behind. Be warned, however, that the Borth Mundar Balam cannot be recovered. As soon as they die, they disappear, and they cannot be captured. We won’t be taking one alive. They can burn, though.”
“What is your suggestion?” The colonel was speaking to Ghalia as though she were a military strategist.
“My advice is to burn them all, if the civilians can be removed from danger first. Then get a team in here to see what they were excavating.”
“Very well. All of you, stand by. Sergeant Gilbert, go and give the men a briefing on what you just heard. Tell them to prepare the three vehicles and their crews. Leave six men here as security. I need everyone to be able to go at a moment’s notice, and I need to be able to go in swinging. After you carry out those orders, I need you, personally, to call the airport and get my crop duster in the air. Report to me when this is done.”
“Yes, sir,” said Sergeant Gilbert. He rapidly left to follow his orders.
“Okay, at ease,” the colonel commanded. “I want the rest of you to stand by right here beneath the command tent. It’s too wet to go outside, anyway. Savoy, be prepared to send that Shadow back up if I need it.”
“Yes sir!” Sergeant Savoy retrieved the drone and began to prepare it for its possible next mission.
No one was sure how long they’d been waiting when the colonel received a call on his private phone. “Very well,” he said to someone. He looked around at the people standing around him. “The plane is on the way.”
“Savoy, where are you?”
“Here sir.”
“It’s 2330. I want that drone up and over the target. Video only. Stay until you’re told otherwise.”
“Got it, sir.” He took a seat and began to prepare the vehicle for flight.
The colonel then called Sergeant Gilbert, who would be in charge of the combat mission. “Get the vehicles into place. When I give the word, storm in there light a lightning bolt and get the civilians. Remember, these things have seized three little American girls. I want them to be safe tonight. Then you can use that 50-caliber to send the enemy into the next world.”
“Yes sir.”
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