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   SUBJECT: Am I an Abductee?                                   FILE: UFO1080   
      
   PART 4   
      
   I can't recall exactly what day it was, but Jim, my lover and companion   
   of ten years, confronted me as soon as he had awoken, "You haven't   
   gone out this morning for anything, have you?" "No, honey," Ireplied,   
   still dressed in my nightshirt and sitting at the computer, "does   
   it look like it?"    "Well the door is unlocked," he informed me.   
   I got up immediately, and Jim demonstrated that both the dead bolt   
   and the doorknob latch were undone.  I thought about the matter for   
   a few moments and said "Are you sure you didn't open it when you   
   got up?  I remember double checking it before I went to bed, and   
   it was already locked."    Jim replied, "I remember checking it before   
   I went to bed also, and it was locked then too." After a few moments   
   he added, "It's possible that I may have unlocked the dead bolt without   
   thinking, but that wouldn't explain why the doorknob latch is undone."   
   (The door handle has to be turned to open the door from the inside   
   before the doorknob latch is undone, and we never open the front   
   door in the morning until we're ready to go out, since we do not   
   subscribe to any newspapers.  If for some reason we want to check   
   on the weather, we always open the sliding balcony door.  Neither   
   Jim or I would think of opening the front door while still in our   
   nightclothes.)    The matter was out of my mind within a few minutes,   
   but Jim was not about to let the subject drop.  He made me call the   
   manager that afternoon to ask if they or any maintenance people had   
   been in our apartment without our consent.  The manager assured me   
   that they had not, and said that they would always consult us before   
   such an intrusion.   
      
   Jim became obsessed with the matter, and forced me to recreate every   
   step I had taken the night before.  After all the thinking he made   
   me do, I just became more sure that I had checked the lock at night,   
   and certainly had not opened it in the morning.  Before going to   
   bed the next night, Jim stacked two spare stereo speakers up against   
   the front door, so that if someone were to open it, they would come   
   tumbling down and alert him.  Jim is a very light sleeper; he had   
   served in the armed forces during the Vietnam War, and his father   
   was a policeman, which may help to explain why the thought of someone   
   breaking into our apartment bothered him so much.  I also noticed   
   that he made sure the baseball bat was within reach of the bed that   
   night.   
      
   The following morning, I awoke first.  I stumbled out of bed and   
   headed for the computer, my morning ritual.  Along the way to the   
   den, I noticed that the stereo speakers Jim had so carefully set   
   out the night before were strewn across the floor.  I guess the seriousness   
   of the situation didn't hit me at first.  It took me a few minutes   
   before I decided to go back into the front room and check the lock.   
   One would think that I should have been alarmed at the prospect of   
   someone breaking in, but honestly, my thoughts were only about how   
   alarmed Jim was going to be when he discovered the situation.  I   
   checked the door, and it was locked.  I told myself that the speakers   
   had somehow accidentally fallen over in the night, and I stacked   
   them back up again, hoping that I could conceal it from Jim.   
      
     I returned to the computer, but couldn't concentrate on what I   
   was doing; my conscience was bothering me.  Jim and I have an extremely   
   open and honest relationship, much more so than any married couple   
   I've ever met.  I went back out and put the speakers as I had found   
   them, deciding to let him know the truth.    I'm not sure what Jim   
   really thought.  He found it hard to accept that the speakers had   
   fallen over without his hearing them.  Further, he questioned why   
   the door was locked from the inside, and yet the speakers had been   
   knocked over.  He thought my behavior was particularly odd, in that   
   I had initially tried to conceal the fallen speakers, but then put   
   them back as I had found them.  At any rate, we never discussed the   
   subject again, and I was glad!  I just wanted to forget about the   
   whole thing.  Every night for several weeks, Jim jammed the plastic   
   runner up against the front door, but nothing else unusual happened.   
   End of Part 4   
      
                
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