Excerpt No 12, ‘They Take our Children, Book One, The Truth Revealed.’



I became interested in UFOs a few years ago after seeing strange flying objects in the sky above my home town of Wakefield, West Yorkshire. I discussed my sightings with a police officer friend, and he warned me that I would not be taken seriously if I reported it to the authorities. I was astonished when he also confided in me that he had been abducted by aliens, but was too afraid to talk openly of his experience.

I decided to do some research on the issue. I talked with more abductees, attended UFO conferences, read many books on the subject and trawled the Internet for more information. I was surprised how much I found. I had no idea where my investigations would lead, but I was totally unprepared for what I uncovered.
Sifting the genuine stories from the fake accounts was challenging. Unfortunately, this subject is often trivialised and ridiculed, and I know that some will believe ALL the accounts are phony, no matter how much compelling testimony and physical evidence can be found.

I was drawn to a series of accounts that followed the same theme. Balls of light were seen in the sky, followed by abduction to a strange place, where physical examinations were made on the abductees by alien beings. Some abductees mention a breeding programme of some kind between aliens and human beings. How can so many similar stories, from individuals around the world, be false?

The idea of a book began to take shape. I wanted to expose the facts that I had discovered, but my police officer friend had warned me that nobody would listen. So I wrote a fictional account, using details from my research. You can read the serialised excerpts from the story here.
Fact or fiction?
Urban myth or government cover-up?
You decide.


This 12th excerpt is from a science fiction novel about alien abduction. If you would like to read the novel from the beginning, please see the previous excerpts in, ‘They Take our Children.’

The complete eBook series is available on Amazon stores worldwide priced at $0.99 US dollars or equivalent, or £0.99p in UK.

Please go to an Amazon online store to purchase this novel if you can’t wait to read the rest.




Chapter Twelve: Terry, Courtney

Janine went back to Gavin and Helen’s home the following day, but Terry had to go to work. He found it difficult to concentrate. His job as a bus driver was not too taxing, but it did require his full attention on West Yorkshire’s busy roads. The stress was proving too much for him. After five wrong turns and a near miss at a roundabout, he decided to call in sick and go home to his wife.
Terry was a practical man. His friends would call him an ordinary bloke. He liked a pint down at the local pub, a game of darts, a good film on the television and the home comforts provided by his wife. His life would have been perfect, if only his sons were still with him. He lived with the loss and the grief of not knowing what had happened to them, every day of his life. His missing children caused a constant ache deep within him and he knew it was the same for Janine. Now Courtney was missing too. She was like the daughter they had kept trying for but never had. Janine had tests but no reason was ever found for them not conceiving after Chris. After the boys went, they stopped trying, they’d lost their children and it didn’t seem right to try to replace them with more.
Then Courtney was born, filling their lives with laughter again, easing their pain and giving them a new focus. The new baby was especially good for Janine. When Helen needed to return to work to get over the baby blues, she left the child with her. Janine was a natural mother and she bonded with Courtney, as Helen never had. Terry watched it happening, but said nothing. It would have seemed cruel to discourage his wife from becoming too attached when she so obviously thrived on motherhood.
So here they were again, feeling as they had in the first days after their sons’ disappearance. Terry clung to the hope that at least Courtney had run away and not been taken, as it was thought happened to Chris and Sam.
Terry arrived at his home in the middle of the afternoon, intending to get changed out of his work clothes before going across to Helen and Gavin’s home. He heard a chair scrape back from the table and thought Janine was in the kitchen. His mouth dropped open in surprise as he opened the door to find Courtney standing by the window, looking like a frightened kitten.
‘Courtney!’ Terry was across the kitchen in two strides, hugging his niece for all he was worth. ‘Where have you been? What did you run away for? Are you all right… ?’
‘Oh, Uncle Terry,’ Courtney sobbed, leaning into him. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for worrying you.’
They clung together, Courtney sobbing and Terry gently patting her back, soothing her. ‘Now then, love, don’t get all upset.’ He kissed the top of her head. ‘You’re back now, that’s all that matters.’ He guided her to the table where he pushed her gently onto a chair. She had let herself in as she had hundreds of times before; using the spare key they kept under a plant pot by the back gate. She looked dishevelled, but otherwise seemed well.
‘We have to let your mum and dad know that you’re safe.’ Terry moved to pick up the telephone on the kitchen wall.
‘Not yet, Uncle Terry.’ Courtney sprang from the chair, pleading with him. ‘I need some time to think, please…’ she rushed on. ‘Just an hour or two.’
‘You’ve had lots of time. They really are worried you know, love.’ Terry understood how nervous she must feel but Gavin and Helen deserved to be told. ‘How about I ring them and tell them you need a bath and something to eat and then we’ll go round?’
Courtney bit her lower lip nervously. She was obviously not looking forward to meeting her mother.
‘Your poor dad has been out of his mind.’ Terry knew that any mention of her father would encourage her to agree to a phone call. He watched as she blinked back the tears that threatened. She nodded and watched him lift the receiver.
He knew she heard the whoops of joy at the other end of the phone and she smiled her gratitude when he dissuaded the whole family from coming straight round. Instead, he asked if Janine could come home and bring some fresh clothing for Courtney.
‘Trust you, Uncle Terry, to think of the practicalities,’ she told him as he replaced the receiver.
‘Well just look at the state of you. I bet you’ve been sleeping rough!’
‘Yeah, there’s this old hut I used to play in as a kid. It’s up in the woods.’ She sniffed her arm and pulled a face. ‘I guess I really do need a change of clothes.’
‘You go on up and run a bath, I’ll get the chip pan going.’ Terry was not a great cook, but chips were a speciality of his.
‘Uncle Terry,’ Courtney went to hug him. ‘What would I do without you? A bath and your famous chips, you spoil me.’ She gave him one of her huge grins before she trudged upstairs.
Terry watched her go, grinning to himself with the relief he felt at having her back safe and sound. She didn’t seem any the worse for her nights away from home. She still had the sparkle in her eyes. He had no idea why she’d gone, but it was really none of his business and he didn’t like to pry. Janine would get to the bottom of it. She wouldn’t even need to ask. Courtney always confided in her Auntie.
Terry was busy slicing some potatoes when Janine walked in carrying a plastic carrier bag. She smiled and hugged her husband. Relief had smoothed away the worry lines that had gathered on her face, her spirits were high again.
‘Is she still in the bath?’ Janine looked to the ceiling and shouted. ‘Hey, Treasure, are you using all my hot water?’
The sound of water running away through the pipe-work mixed with Courtney’s delighted squeals, as she bumped around the bathroom. Janine and Terry exchanged a smile. They didn’t need words to express to each other how they felt.
Courtney bounded into the kitchen, still wet from her bath, with a huge towel wrapped around her. She ran straight to Janine and threw her pale thin arms round the ample waist of her Auntie.
‘Hey steady on, love, you’ll knock me off me feet.’ Janine hugged her niece fiercely.
‘It’ll take more than a seven stone weakling to move you, woman.’ Terry laughed and received a shove from his wife as Courtney giggled.
‘You sure you’re all right, love?’ Janine turned back to Courtney, concern in her eyes as she took a good look at her niece.
‘There’s nothing wrong with me that a plate full of Uncle Terry’s chips won’t put right.’ She reached over and took a piece of raw potato, popping it into her mouth and crunching.
‘You wait ’till they’re cooked.’ Terry scolded and turned to test the oil in the pan.
‘Here are your clothes, love.’ Janine gave Courtney the plastic bag. ‘Go and make yourself decent.’
After the meal, Terry left the girls to wash the dishes, knowing Courtney would open up to Janine if he weren’t there. His niece clearly needed to talk. She tried to be her normal happy-go-lucky self, but the strain of the last few days showed in the dark circles under her eyes. He went out to his greenhouse to give them some space.

Courtney was very quiet after Terry left them, but Janine kept up a steady flow of conversation, telling her how worried they’d been, how kind all the neighbours were and how everyone kept asking after her. Courtney only half listened to her Auntie, knowing she was being patient and waiting for her to speak.
Courtney had been horrified at her mother’s words and during the hours she spent alone in the woods, she almost convinced herself that she must have misheard. Maybe her mother had said something else, or maybe she was talking about someone else. But every time she re-lived the scene and she had gone over it hundreds of times, it was the same. There was no mistaking the fact that her mother had called her a monster.
What hurt Courtney most was that she had no reason to call her that. Courtney had always tried to be well behaved. She didn’t hang around street corners like some of her friends. She was always home before dark, even in winter. She got good reports from school and always helped with the chores. Courtney tried to remember if there had been anything in her behaviour that her mum could have been upset about. The only thing she could think of was that her mother was jealous of her relationship with her Auntie. Which made it even harder to talk about it with Janine.
The words had been going round for so long in her head that they sounded strange when she finally blurted them out. The very sound of her mother’s words, were unreal. ‘Mum called me a monster!’ Her pale face grew even paler and her eyes filled with tears, making them seem enormous.
‘Oh, Courtney, no!’ Janine looked shocked. ‘Your mother has certainly gone too far this time! Are you sure that’s what she said?’
‘She did, Auntie Janine, I heard her. I knew my dad had gone to see where she was. I didn’t want him to miss any more of my party so I went to get him. I heard raised voices as I got to the top of the stairs. They didn’t realise I was there, but I heard her. Then I saw her face and I knew she meant it too.’ Courtney sobbed into the waiting, soft embrace of her Aunt.
‘There now, my love, you have a good cry. We’ll get to the bottom of this.’ She held Courtney, swaying gently, letting her sob against her chest. When the worst of the crying was over and Courtney began to sniffle, Janine produced a box of tissues and led her to the kitchen table. ‘Your mum has some strange ideas and she’s not the easiest person to get along with, I should know!’ She smiled, encouraging Courtney to listen. ‘Did you know she was very ill when she was just a little younger than you are now?’
‘No, what was wrong with her?’ This was the first time Courtney had heard of her mother being ill.
‘It was very strange, even the doctors had no idea what was wrong. She just seemed to switch off, like a breakdown, you know?’ Janine paused and her eyes wouldn’t meet Courtney’s.
‘You mean she went loopy?’ Courtney looked worried.
‘Not exactly, though it seemed to be some form of mental illness.’
‘But she’s okay now isn’t she?’ Courtney wiped her red-rimmed eyes and blew her nose.
‘Yes, yes I’m sure she is, but… ’ Janine seemed stuck for words and Courtney watched as she struggled to find the right ones. ‘Well, we’ve always had to make allowances for your mum; she’s always seemed to be a bit delicate.’
‘Oh I know what you mean,’ Courtney lifted her eyes to the ceiling. ‘She’s always getting migraines; she hates hospitals, funfairs, circuses, holidays and Christmas.’ Courtney looked sad, defeated. ‘It’s not fair. She should never have had me. She hates anything to do with children and having fun. I wish you were my mum.’
Janine’s smile was lopsided. ‘I wish it too sometimes, my love. I sometimes think my sister should never have had a baby but if she hadn’t, there wouldn’t be you for us to love.’
‘Why did she have me, Janine? Was I a mistake?’ Courtney had been thinking all kinds of things while she’d been away in the woods by herself.
‘Only your mum can answer that.’ Janine touched her hand and leaned closer. ‘You’re sixteen now Courtney, almost an adult. Now you can try to have a different type of relationship with your mum. It’s true, she never did enjoy your childhood and perhaps she should have done some things better, but she did the best she could, given the person she is.’ Janine tried to explain. ‘Try to focus on the better side of Helen, the responsible side that made her do everything right by you.’
‘It still would have been better if you’d been my mum.’ Courtney sulked.
‘But you wouldn’t have had your dad then.’ Janine smiled, pointing out how much Courtney adored her father.
‘Okay, so I got a great dad, still doesn’t make up for a lousy mother.’ Courtney continued to pout, which was so out of character for her.
‘She’s not that lousy. She let me look after you. Your mum knew I could give you everything that she couldn’t.’
‘But why couldn’t she love me like you do? Why did she never try to have fun with me, play with me, or read to me like you do?’
‘I don’t know. You’ll have to ask her yourself.’ Janine squeezed Courtney’s hand. ‘All I know is that you and your mother are long overdue a good heart to heart, mother-daughter talk.’
‘I’m not sure I want to have a heart to heart with her. I’m scared! You should have seen her face.’ Courtney looked close to tears again and Janine reached out to take her other hand.
‘We’ll come with you, we’ll be there.’
‘I’m still afraid of what she’s going to say to me.’ Courtney sighed.
‘She’s still your mother, Courtney. She does love you.’ Janine sounded afraid too.
‘Does she love me?’ Courtney’s voice was filled with hope.
‘Of course, she does.’ Janine got up and moved closer to hug her niece. ‘Come on, they’ll be getting impatient to see you, let’s get Terry.’
Courtney’s mood remained sombre on the walk through the streets to her home. Terry and Janine both tried to lighten her spirits, joking about her night in the woods, calling her red riding hood, asking if she’d seen the wolf and telling her how brave she’d been. Courtney was glad of their banter, but it did little to make her feel better about the coming meeting with her parents. She knew her dad would understand. He’d heard the words himself. She even remembered him running after her but she’d hidden behind the neighbour’s hydrangea bush until he’d gone back inside. She didn’t want to talk to anybody then. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts and her fears. Now she’d had time to think things through and her mind was full of questions. Now she was ready to listen to some answers. She wanted to know why her mother had called her a monster, but she was still afraid to ask.


This 12th excerpt is from a science fiction novel about alien abduction. If you would like to read the novel from the beginning, please see the previous excerpts in, ‘They Take our Children.’

The complete eBook series is available on Amazon stores worldwide. Please go to an Amazon online store to purchase this novel if you can’t wait to read the rest.




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