The law of synchronicity has created a fascinating statistical anomaly...

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“Over there. By that tree,” Mrs. May cried, pointing to her left. Young Neal Nunley, who was carrying the flashlight, swung his beam to the tree. A large pair of eyes seemed to glow on a high limb. The whole party froze, transfixed for one awful moment. There, seeming to float in the air by the tree, was a gigantic object the size of a very large man. Its head, all the witnesses agreed later, was shaped like an “ace of spades” distinguished by two large luminous eyes which threw out powerful beams of pale blue light. No arms or legs were visible. It shifted slightly, moving its whole body, and the beams from its “eyes” turned to a spot in the grass where a large object suddenly pulsed, changing from a bright red to orange and back again. Eugene Lemon did the rational thing. He fainted dead away. It would be an understatement to say they were terrified and confused. The other boys dragged Lemon to his feet, and they all beat a strategic retreat. When they reached the gate in the path, they didn’t bother to open it. Mrs. May somehow jumped over it, a feat she could never repeat. The others went under it, around it, over it—none of them remembering how. Lemon’s dog was stretched out at the foot of the hill, vomiting.
Keel, John A.