Ancient Aliens Has a Cult Following

Rigel awoke with a start at 1:47 am. Had he heard a noise outside or was he still dreaming?

He would not fall asleep again for some time due to his insomnia. He decided to check out the sound.

“Rigel, where are you going?” said his wife Roxana from bed. She sounded like she was half asleep.

“I thought I heard something in the yard. I’ll be right back,” he told her.

Exiting the bedroom he followed the hallway out to the living room where two tall sliding glass windows led outside. The moonlight glinted off the grass and semitropical landscaping in the backyard.

He flipped on the outdoor switch flooding the area with light and peered outdoors again. There was nothing out of place.

Sliding open the door he stepped outside to investigate the noise. He did a quick sweep of the back then opened the gate that led to the front yard. Perhaps another raccoon had gotten into the trash.

There were not a lot of street lights in his neighborhood, which was at the top of a steep winding road in an obscure corner of the Hollywood Hills. The stars shone out above the lights from the neighboring houses.

He stood admiring the view when a long shadow moved in the street. Someone was walking behind him.

“Rigel Halloway?” said a male voice.

He spun around to see who it was.

It was a man wearing an alien mask and a hooded sweatshirt.

Rigel jumped in surprise suppressing an urge to shriek like a woman.

“Who are you?” demanded Rigel.

“Guys, I found him!” called the man. He was a young man.

They were approached by three more people wearing alien masks and dark clothes.

“What is this? How do you know my name?” Rigel asked them.

“You’re Rigel Halloway, the Program Director of A&E Networks,” said one of them. It was a woman.

“Uh, what do you want?” said Rigel.

“We want to know about the aliens,” said the man.

“What?” asked Rigel.

“The aliens from your shows on the History Channel. We want to contact them,” said the woman.

Rigel laughed. “Is this a joke?” he asked them. He looked around for a hidden camera.

“Beings from outer space have been visiting our planet since ancient times!” said the man.

“How do you know everything about them if you are not somehow in contact?”

His three companions moved in closer.

It dawned on Rigel that this was a mentally unstable person.

“I hate to break it to you, kid, but the aliens aren’t real. It is just a show,” said Rigel, stepping back to put some distance between them.

“Then why is it on TV every day?” asked the man.

“Uh…” Rigel was not sure what to say.

“We know you’re in the Illuminati,” added the woman.

“What?” said Rigel.

“Why do UFO encounters continue to be kept under wraps despite the overwhelming evidence of cover ups?” demanded the man.

“I don’t know,” said Rigel.

“Stop lying!” cried the woman.

“Why won’t the Illuminati share the advanced technology with the 99 percent?” she asked.

“That’s just a conspiracy theory! It isn’t meant to be taken literally!” Rigel explained.

“Bullshit!” yelled the man.

“It’s a news show on TV! That means it’s real!”

“He’s not cooperating,” said the woman.

“Then we have to convince him,” replied the man, removing a handgun from his waistband.

“Take it easy. I’ll cooperate,” said Rigel raising his hands. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and eardrums.

“Give us your phone!” the man ordered him.

He slipped the device out of his jacket and handed it over.

They placed a cloth sack over his head that they had brought for the purpose of kidnapping him. Then they grabbed his arms and forced him to the street and into the back seat of a parked car.

He sat in the middle of the back seat between two of the aliens. One of them had really bad body odor.

They drove for what seemed like hours, his captors dogging him for information the whole time.

“Look guys, you sound really young. You have your whole lives ahead of you. Don’t do something you’re going to regret later,” Rigel told them.

“What is this? Some type of cult?” he asked them.

“It’s not a cult. We live together in a house under the spiritual guidance of Father Orion,” replied the female alien from the front seat.

“Father Orion is a wise man and a humanitarian,” said the man in the driver’s seat. “If it weren’t for him I would still be living in a tent.”

“He taught me not to take my meds because they interfere with the alien signals.”

“Oh yes, he taught all of us that,” agreed the woman.

“Now we only take the drugs that he gives us,” she added.

“Uh, what’s your name?” Rigel asked them.

“We’ll ask the questions!” she snapped at him.

“Alien technology has been discovered in ancient tombs around the world! How do you explain that?”

“Look, sweetie,” said Rigel. “I don’t have any alien technology and I’m not in the Illuminati.”

“You’re an executive at one of the biggest television studios in the world. Do you expect me to believe that?” she asked him.

“It is actually a cable network,” he pointed out.

“You know as well as I do that the aliens have been guiding the elite members of society since ancient times!” shouted the driver.

“Famous aliens include Albert Einstein, Galileo, Archimedes and Aristotle,” added a male voice in the back seat.

“Where are you keeping the technology? Is it a device or is it more of a psychic energy?” the woman continued.

“How would I even do that?” asked Rigel.

“The aliens can telepathically transmit binary code,” she replied.

“Oh right, the telepathy,” said Rigel.

He wondered if he should make a break for it. Maybe he could open the car door and jump out.

“The aliens…” began the woman.

“There are no fucking aliens!” screamed Rigel. “What the fuck? You’re not going to get away with this! Let me out of this car you fucking psychopaths!”

A strong surge of electricity coursed through his body stunning him into silence.

“That should keep him quiet,” said the masked man in the back seat holding a taser.

At last they arrived to their destination. He was shoved out of the car.

The sack was removed from his head. They all had guns.

The male alien who acted like the leader handed him his phone.

“Sign into your account!” he ordered him.

Rigel did as was asked of him.

“You’re going to make a speech!” he informed Rigel. “You’re going to confess that you have been in contact with the aliens this whole time!”

“Then admit that you are in the Illuminati and you have been keeping alien technology from the 99 percent!” he ordered him.

He gave the phone to one of his companions who began the livestream and aimed the camera at Rigel.

“You’re live!” she told him.

“Hi, everyone. Rigel Halloway here,” began the director.

“I’m here with these people,” he emphasized the words, “At an undisclosed location.”

“Don’t talk about us!” the man yelled. “Stick to the truth!”

“And I have a confession to make,” said Rigel.

“I am in contact with aliens, and I have been this whole time.”

“It is also true that I am in the Illuminati,” he said.

“Oh, and I have been keeping alien technology from all of you,” he added.

“Roxana, kids, if you can see this…”

“That’s enough!” shouted his captor shoving him aside.

“We represent Father Orion,” he announced to Rigel’s online community, and the millions of other users that had joined the viral livestream since they had started.

“Our leader, Father Orion, is a prophet like Elijah or Joseph Smith! He telepathically received a long sequence of binary code from aliens explaining to him the secrets of the universe like in the times of the ancients!”

“Once we release the alien technology to everyone he will usher in a new age of enlightenment!”

“All hail the mighty alien overlords who will free us from the chains of the one percent!”

“A famous alien named Thomas Jefferson once said that “The tree of liberty must be refreshed with blood from time to time.”

“Well the revolution begins tonight!”

“Rigel Halloway, for your crimes against humanity, Father Orion has sentenced you to death!” he aimed his gun at Rigel.

“No! Wait!” yelled Rigel struggling to escape the two fanatics who gripped him firmly from both sides.

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Roxana had awoken to find her husband missing from bed. She checked the yard, and every room in the house but she could not locate him. She picked up her smartphone and dialed his number but it disconnected right away. Furious she sent him a text message.

“Where are you?” she wrote.

There was no reply.

“Are you drinking again?” she texted him.

That was when she received a new text from her friend.

“Roxy? What is going on with Rigel? Is this a promo for Ancient Aliens?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” replied Roxana.

“You don’t know? Rigel is doing a livestream right now.” she texted back.

Roxana noticed an alert that said, “Your friend Rigel Halloway is live.” She clicked on the notification to bring up the event. It looked like people in alien masks were holding guns to her husband.

“Oh my God!” she screamed.

It sounded like they were talking about Ancient Aliens.

“Wait, is this a promo?” she asked.

She watched Rigel’s face carefully. She knew him better than anyone else and he looked genuinely stressed out.

Her adult son texted her, “Mom, is Dad doing a promotion for Ancient Aliens? He isn’t answering my texts.”

Another friend texted her, “Hey girl, your husband is going viral right now!”

“I’m calling 911,” she decided.

#

“What do you make of this?” said the LAPD deputy chief.

They were all watching the livestream at the police station.

“We’re locating them now, sir,” responded a female officer.

“Is this even real? Or is it like a publicity stunt for Ancient Aliens?” asked another person.

“No stupid, that show isn’t real. Is it?”

“It’s a real show but they show fake news.”

“Where have I seen that bench before?” a detective asked himself out loud.

“They’re at Walt Disney Studios, Burbank,” he exclaimed.

“I’m on it!” responded the female officer.

The popping sound of bullets emerged from the computer speakers. The officers who were watching winced and groaned.

Rigel was dead.

“Shit!” yelled the deputy.

“Now we will evade the LAPD by walking down the street. They will not be able to locate us for several weeks,” announced the man in the alien mask.

The livestream ended, and the screen went blank.

“That’s not good,” someone said.

#

Everything was going according to plan, just like Father Orion had said it would.

After ending the video feed, the four aliens split up walking in four different directions. One went east toward North Hollywood. Another person took the northern route toward the Burbank Airport. A third moved east toward a conglomeration of highway intersections.

In the distance they could hear the sound of police sirens approaching.

Leo headed south toward the Los Angeles River taking the side streets and alleyways whenever possible. He ditched his mask and hoodie at the first convenient dumpster checking for security cameras before he did so. Then he continued walking through the still night air.

There was a series of homeless camps set up by the river. So another transient was not out of place.

He felt shaky and his heart was pounding. But he was starting to think he had gotten away with it. He resumed his course to the area where a tent town had been set up.

#

“They won’t be able to find you the first night. The system is not set up to handle situations like this,” Father Orion had told them at the house during the planning phase.

“Eventually after reviewing the security footage, or if someone comes forward and identifies you, you may be arrested.”

“That is what happened after the Brooklyn Subway Shooting, and the Highland Park Shooting in Chicago.”

“But you will be political prisoners serving a greater good. And we will not forget you! We will do everything in our power to make sure you have the best legal representation available.”

“Let us remember Season 8, Episode 96 of Ancient Aliens, in which extraterrestrials are angels who have been visiting our planet since before the Pyramids were constructed!”

“Oh mighty Aliens, we are so grateful that you played this role in shaping the future of mankind.”

“Amen,” they all replied in unison.

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