Roland stood under a clear, starry sky, goosebumps rising all over his skin. Though he knew what was coming the sense of anticipation was gripping, real...
The ship came silently, swooping down as if on gossamer wings, from the sky. It was silver and shiny, a few green lights shining brightly from
its glistening surface.
A cloud of cold, opaque fog enveloped Roland, spreading across the ground in a slow, swirling, mesmeric dance.
Roland shivered slightly, the sudden chill of the fog playing with his imagination. A door opened in the strange craft, silhouetting a tall being with an impossibly large head.
The being said something that Roland could not understand. The "words" seemed to resonate inside his head, an effect caused by the ring of concealed speakers aimed directly at him, each guided by a computer system that located his head at the centre of a cone of sound. The effect was to focus the sound from the perfectly synchronised speakers at a point centrally between his ears.
Roland was suddenly wrapped in a damp blanket of some sort, spinning blindly into the air as the blanket tightened around him, the twirling sensation taking away any sense of orientation he had possessed. He was vaguely aware of a vibration in the ship and a powerful sense of upward movement.
A whirring noise signalled the beginning of a series of weird "medical procedures", including a rather impersonal anal probe. A droning commentary, in the same strange language, continued inside his head.
By the time Roland was deposited, stark naked, back in the field where he had been "abducted" he had lost track of time... an effect heightened by the mild cocktail of legal drugs he had been given, leaving him feeling confused and slightly paranoid.
He stumbled back to his car, located his keys under the rear passenger's side wheelarch and got into his car. An hour or so later he drove home, buoyed with elation that his new business venture was soon to make him a wealthy man.
A quiet helicopter, a fake spaceship, some costumes and lights and a few thousand feet of black cable on a dark night and the millions of abduction fantasists out there would be beating a path to his door.
A discreet service to negotiate the per person fee and some subterfuge and heavy duty hypnosis of the abductees and he could see it being a lucrative business for a long time to come.
A professionally edited DVD of the entire experience could also be made available for a further fee. All concrete detail would be carefully edited out of the presentation, leaving a confusing and blurred series of extreme closeups and foggy "dream sequences" for the suggestible viewer. It would have to appear to have been accidentally shot by the abductee, who just happened to have a miniature camcorder running the entire time.