An Abduction Revelation is a story that explores a compelling blend of seemingly true events with mysterious unknown entities.
Who are the abductors? Where do they come from? Where are they hiding? Do they even exist?
The answers are revealed in an intriguing adventure spiked with mystery, a dash of romance, a teaspoon of heartbreak, and a cup of revelations that will shock and torment your reality. A perfect recipe for an entertaining tale.
Join the ‘Comeback Kid’ on his incredible journey as he uncovers secrets behind UFOs and comes face to face with his abductors.
A compelling and amusing sci-fi/memoir curiosity - Kirkus Reviews
I am not a sci-fi fan, but this book fascinated me and held my interest from start to finish - Caitlin
Whether you believe in UFOs and aliens or not, this is a truly interesting story - Pinky Pollock
Hay is a fabulous storyteller. Rivals with the best sci-fi novels - Zillie Carlson
Mind- blowing. Very intriguing and fascinating read. One of the best I have read this year - Stephanie Verhaegen of Bookfever
The true appeal and genius of this story is figuring out what is real and what is fiction. - Michala
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An Abduction RevelationThe Comeback Kid Returns
By Thomas L. Hay
Balboa PressCopyright © 2012 Thomas L. Hay
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Chapter OneThe Bequest
And drivin' down the road I get the feelin' that I should have been home yesterday.... Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.—John Denver
The coolness of the air made me shiver, yet sweat from my furrowed brow burned my eyes and blurred my vision as I struggled to open my eyes. When I finally got them open, bright lights of many colors blinded me and forced my eyes shut once again.
I could sense movement around me, which compelled me to force my eyes to open once more. The bright lights and my blurred vision made it difficult to make out my surroundings. I could see movement, as ghostly figures danced about with spastic, yet graceful movements. I tried to sit up, but realized I was paralyzed from the neck down.
I lay on a surface that was translucent and unsupported, giving me a feeling of floating in the air. Where I am and how I got there was a mystery to me.
A large circular device with multicolored lights was positioned above my torso. Sharp pointed utensils protruded from the middle of a sphere.
I felt naked under the snowy white sheet that covered my entire body. Strange and eerie sounds reverberated in my mind. Something or someone lifted the sheet and started probing and prodding various parts of my anatomy. My inspector played with me as if I were a child's favorite doll.
I felt an altered state of consciousness and began to laugh, then cry, as I floated off to Disneyland, while the melody "It's a Small World" played in my head. I had no idea what was so funny or sad. Nonetheless, tears poured from my eyes, further blurring and confusing my surroundings.
After doing whatever it was they had intended, my abductors implanted a memory block and a tracking device and sent me on my way. Their plan was now initiated. This would be my first abduction, but I would have no memory of it until many years later.
All of this happened on a cool, crisp, clear autumn evening in 1960. I was heading back home after dumping the trash at the city dump a few miles north of town. There was no roadside trash pickup in those days. Taking the trash to the city dump had become my weekly chore since I'd turned seventeen and gotten a car.
Dad had found a mint-condition 1947 four-door Dodge sedan for a mere fifty bucks. It looked to be brand spanking new, with not a scratch on it. A widow had been storing it in her garage since her husband had passed away several years earlier.
I had been working a couple paper routes for the past few years and had saved up the money to pay for the car and the insurance. At my age, pedaling a bike was getting embarrassing. Dad finally decided I had matured enough to drive a car. I named her Betsy. She was a beauty and became my prize possession, but only for a day, as she would quickly turn into another embarrassment.
My very first stop was to pull into a gas station.
"Whut'll it be?" asked the attendant.
"Fill her up," I said, grinning from ear to ear. I was in seventh heaven and on cloud nine.
Not only did he fill her up, but the attendant checked my oil, the water in my radiator, and the air in my tires. He even cleaned the windows. What a deal!
Later that evening, as I returned home from the city dump, I could see dust kicking up from the gravel road behind the car in the rearview mirror. The only sounds were those of the engine purring and the radio playing the "devil's music," which was what our parents were calling the new rock and roll sound. They were really going to come unglued when heavy metal came out down the road.
It was a peaceful evening, and there was not another car in sight. The stars were slowly making their appearance. There was no moon. I was dreaming about joining the Navy in a few months, after I graduated from high school. My mind was a thousand miles away as I sailed the seven seas.
All of a sudden, my little dream evaporated as I noticed three blinking lights in my rearview mirror, rapidly approaching, in a tight formation. I couldn't tell if they were on the road or in the air. They approached with blazing speed, and in the blink of an eye I had something tailgating me.
Whut the heck? Not even Superman cun travel that fast, I thought.
I got pissed because I hated having someone driving on my ass. Don't we all? Hey, read the driver's manual, for Christ's sake. Ten miles an hour, one car length. But who pays attention to the manual after they get their license?
Suddenly, my whole car started to vibrate. I felt a tingling sensation and every hair on my body stood straight up. At that instant, a humongous brilliant flash of colored light exploded within my head.
Confused and dazed, I realized the car was not moving. How could that be? Everything was still and quiet, except for the car engine, still purring, and the radio, still playing that devil's music.
I still sat behind the steering wheel. In the darkness I saw that the headlights were illuminating an embankment that ran alongside the road.
Holy cow! Whut in the world jest happened? I wondered.
I was shaking like a leaf. The mind can play tricks in times of crisis, so I told myself to calm down and think. Because I was a teenager, thinking could sometimes be a new experience for me and could sometimes cause dangerous situations, my folks would sometimes remind me.
Since the car's engine was still running, I decided I'd better haul ass and get on back home. The folks would be expecting me home shortly. I shifted to reverse and tried backing away from the embankment, but the rear tires would only spin. I began to smell burning rubber. This was not a good sign. I realized that the front wheels were embedded in a ditch that ran along the embankment. I was not going anywhere.
I looked around inside the car and noticed some bizarre things.
The front and driver's side windows were smashed, making them appear like giant spider webs. I tried opening the driver's door, but it wouldn't budge.
I tried the passenger door. It was stuck too. I tried pushing on it with my shoulder. No luck. Next I tried kicking it. It was being very contrary.
Frustrated, I crawled into the backseat. Both back doors were jammed shut too. I started to panic, and this made me mad. I kicked on both doors and cursed (good thing the folks couldn't hear me), but that didn't help, either. I still couldn't get any of the doors to budge.
Okay Tommy, pipe down and think.
I took a deep breath, told myself to relax, and decided to crawl back in front. There had to be a way to get out of the car. I tried to roll the window down. It was stuck. All the windows were stuck. That's when I again noticed the smashed driver's side window. After several kicks, each one a little harder than the last, and a few more curse words, the window finally gave way.
I crawled out of the car, staggered around a bit, and tried to collect my wits. I just happened to look to the sky and saw a full moon. Beside the moon were three small lights, which flew off in formation and then disappeared into the night sky.
I didn't give what I saw much thought right then because when I looked at the car, I almost went into shock. Holy shit! I couldn't believe my eyes.
The moonlight and car's headlights lit up the area almost as if it were daylight. Betsy was a mess! She looked like something you'd drive in a demolition derby, or something that had just came out of a junkyard!
The first thing that stood out, like a sore thumb, was that the door handles were missing, both front and back. It appeared that they had been sawed off. No wonder the doors wouldn't open.
The rest of the car was covered with dust, dents, and scrapes, front to back. The back fender was bent into the rear tire.
I walked around and inspected the car from several other angles. The back was perfectly normal, and the rear lights were still shinning. The passenger side, however, looked the same as the driver's side. The door handles were missing, and the car was dented and scraped from front to back. The front of the car also looked normal, except that the sun visor on the driver's side was crumbled and torn loose. Chrome strips were missing from nearly every part of Betsy. Without her makeup, poor Betsy was hardly recognizable.
Whut in the world could have caused all that damage?
I could only imagine what had happened. The car had to have skidded on each of its sides, possibly turning over and landing back upright with the front wheels embedded in the ditch that ran alongside the road. If the car had done all that, though, then how could I have not remembered it, and most puzzling, stayed seated behind the steering wheel? The 1947 model had no seat belts or air bags.
None of this was making sense.
Since the car was still running, I figured I might as well try one more time to back out of the ditch. But first, I pulled the fender off the rear tire. I climbed back through the car window, put Betsy in reverse, and again tried backing up. The rear wheels spun and the smell of burning rubber once again filled the air. I tried rocking the car, to no avail. The front wheels were too deep in the ditch.
I had run out of ideas and had just about given up hope when I noticed a set of headlights coming down the road towards me.
"Need some help, sonny?" asked a farmer, sitting on his tractor.
"Yes, sir. I sure do. Think yew cun pull my car out of the ditch?" I asked.
"Let's give it a shot," the farmer said.
Luckily, he had a chain. I helped him hook it to the car's fender, and the tractor pulled the car out quite easily.
"Jesus, sonny, whut in God's name happened here?" he asked, after surveying the car.
"Guess I must of had an accident," I replied.
"You don't say! The road's done torn up near half a mile back.
There's debris scattered 'bout everywhere," he said, as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Can't imagine how the darn thing is still a-runnin'."
"Yeah, me either," I said.
"Don't look like yew is hurt none," he said, as he looked me over.
"Reckon not," I replied, even though I felt my left elbow stiffening up and my left big toe had started to throb.
"Must of been yew'en headlights I saw shinin' in the sky back yonder. I wuz a-wonderin' where those strange lights were a-comin' from. Yew is one lucky kid," the farmer said as he scratched his head.
"I reckon so. Much obliged for your help. I best be gettin' back home," I replied.
"No problem, boy. Yew jest best take it slow. No tellin' whut else might fall off."
"Yes, sir. I will," I said.
The farmer climbed back on his tractor and putted on down the road, mumbling to himself.
I climbed back through the busted window and started the dreaded trip home.
Shit, how am I ever going to explain this to Dad, when I can't explain it to myself? I wondered.
It would be many years before I was to discover what had actually happened.
Just as I came to the city limits, I passed a police car parked alongside the road, facing in my direction. As I passed, going real slow, the officer looked up. He probably couldn't believe what he saw. His eyes opened real wide and he started choking on the bite of sandwich he had just taken.
All I could think to do was wave: "Evenin', Officer Cooper." He must have been real hungry, because I made it home without him pursuing me.
Teenagers tend to hide things from their folks. That seems to be a common occurrence in every generation. What the folks don't know won't hurt them, or more, properly put, what the folks don't know won't hurt the teenager. Unfortunately, there would be no way I could hide this from my folks. I sat in the driveway for a few minutes, working up my nerve to go into the house.
As soon as I opened the front door, Dad was on me like a fly on shit.
"Where's yew been, boy? It's been darn't near three hours since yew left," he hollered at me.
I hadn't realized it had been that long.
"I had a little car accident," I weakly confessed.
"An accident!" he shouted, then he rushed outside to see what I was talking about. The expression on his face, when he saw the car, would have stopped a grandfather clock.
"Whut in Sam Hill happened?" he asked.
"Don't really know, Pop. Maybe I hit a pothole and it caused the car to turn over," I lied, grasping at a straw.
"You're not hurt?"
"No, I guess not," I replied.
"Well, it's past your bedtime. We'll talk 'bout this in the mornin'," he said, still shaking his head and mumbling something I didn't quite hear, except for the word, 'teenagers'.
As I prepared to take a bath (we had no shower in those days), I noticed dried blood on my left shirt sleeve. I looked at my elbow and arm, but saw no blood. In the mirror I could see a two-inch scratch on my elbow. It wasn't bleeding and looked to be almost healed. Then I remembered the car's smashed side door window. My elbow must have hit it.
But why was there blood only on the shirt and not my arm?
Also in the mirror I noticed that my right upper forearm was bruised. Looking closer, I saw a pattern that resembled the hand print of a small child, but there were just three fingers and a thumb. I noticed the exact same bruise and pattern on my left forearm.
I sat on the stool and bent down to untie my tennis shoes. At first I couldn't get them untied. They were tied in a strange and unfamiliar knot. I finally figured out how to get the knot undone and removed my shoes and socks.
I noticed that my left big toe was tender, and I saw that it was bruised. I sure didn't remember stubbing it. I reminded myself that I had just been in an accident, so I was bound to have a few bumps and bruises.
A few years later I developed a toenail fungus on that same toe. I would eventually discover that was where the abductors implanted the tracking device.
As I removed my undershirt and pants, I noticed that the labels were on the outside. I had been wearing them inside out.
How had that happened?
I was too tired to ponder the questions, so I took my bath and went to bed.
The next morning my folks noticed that I wasn't wearing my eyeglasses. I had had to wear them since the third grade. I thought I had them on, as I was seeing just fine. When I got them and put them on, my eyesight became blurred, as if I had them off. When I removed the glasses, it was if I had them on.
Whut the heck?
My parents thought I was joshing, but when I read the headlines in the newspaper from across the room, they were convinced.
How could that have happened? Was this a miracle?
Also that morning, unbeknownst to me, the local radio station was reporting that several people had called and reported strange lights in the sky out by the city dump the night before.
Dad was as confused as I was about how a car could have almost the exact same type of damage on both sides. The next morning he drove out to examine the area where I told him I had had the accident. He was gone a long time. When he finally returned, all he said was, "Give me the car key. You're grounded."
I guess he didn't find any potholes.
Several days later I awoke with blood in my underpants. Young boys my age were known to have wet dreams, and I must have had a dilly. There was blood in my semen.
Mom discovered the blood while doing the laundry. I was taken to the doctor. He concluded that something must have been stuck up into my penis. My urethra seemed to be damaged. He said not to worry, as it would heal itself in a few days.
I had a hard time explaining to the folks that I had no idea what the doctor was talking about. Teenagers could do weird things, even in those days, but sticking something up my penis?
Come on, man.
I cringed just thinking about it.
A week later dad returned the car keys. He had fixed the car enough for it to be legal to drive. Since I would be leaving for the Navy in the spring, he couldn't see spending the money to fix the dents and scrapes. Betsy became known as the Bad Mobile, but as bad as that car looked, there was no way was I going back to pedaling the bike.
Dad never did tell me what he found when he went to check the accident area. He must have found something, because when I asked him about it years later, he got the strangest look on his face. He stared off into space, contemplating an answer. After what seemed like an eternity, he looked me straight in the eye and asked, "How can I explain something that I don't understand?" We never talked about the accident again.
Behold: The Comeback Kid's legacy had begun.
Chapter TwoThe Inauguration
NEW KID IN TOWN
Great expectations, everybody's watching you. Johnny come lately, the new kid in town. Everybody loves you, so don't let them down. ... Everybody's talking about the new kid in town. —The Eagles
I was born Thomas Leonard Hay, on April 15, 1943, at the University of Kansas Hospital in Kansas City, Kansas. My grandfather was Elijah Monroe Hay and my father was Leonard Monroe Hay. One of my favorite celebrities would be Marilyn Monroe. Remember the name Monroe. It will characterize my legacy.
Mom and Dad were separated at the time. It had something to do with the world at war. Dad was an aircraft mechanic in the Army Air Force, stationed in England. He received a few days leave to come home and see me when I was about six months old. After that, he didn't see me again until after the war.
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE The Bequest....................1
CHAPTER TWO The Inauguration....................11
CHAPTER THREE The Transformation....................31
CHAPTER FOUR The Conundrum....................51
CHAPTER FIVE The Bewilderment....................63
CHAPTER SIX The Awakening....................87
CHAPTER SEVEN The Phenomenon....................95
CHAPTER EIGHT The Revelation....................101
CHAPTER NINE The Journey....................109
CHAPTER TEN The Dreams....................117
CHAPTER ELEVEN The Supplementary....................121
CHAPTER TWELVE The Besieged....................127
CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Reconciliation....................137
CHAPTER FOURTEEN The Surrogate....................145
APPENDIX ONE The Inscrutable....................151
APPENDIX TWO Song and Event Descriptions....................157
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Thomas L. Hay's "An Abduction Revelation: The Comeback Kid Returns" is an interesting tale. You can read "The Comeback Kid: the memoirs of Thomas L. Hay" first, but I did not and it did not take away from my reading of this tale. It's so hard to write about this and not give anything away, but I will tell you that it is a page-turner and it has some great twists and turns. Could be the next "X-Files" movie easily. The summary says it's a "blend of Total Recall and Close Encounters of the Third Kind" and I would second that. Definitely has me thinking about the what ifs. Sorta like the creation scene in Prometheus.
ab·duc·tor ab'dəktər/ noun, plural noun: abductors 1. a person who abducts another person. I've never technically read someone's memoirs before. Well, if I've read autobiographies, then I guess I can say Yes, but there's a slight difference. Isn't there? Well, Thomas J. Hay found me on another network for connecting. I love meeting new authors and reading their tales, but when you catch one that makes you question things- that's a good read. What I loved most about this memoir, An Abduction Revelation: The Comeback Kid Returns, I was able to laugh, sing and go "Oooooo!" (original artwork borrowed from author website) An Abduction Revelation is written as the memoirs of Thomas Hay. Written to the themes of various songs, Hay shares his life. His story is amazing, funny, preposterous and down-right hilarious at times. It's also very saddening in spots, making your heart ache at some of his experiences, but everything ties together for a particular experience(s): He'd been abducted. Okay, so I cracked up at this story from the very beginning, when Tom was getting spanked with every mishap he constructed to when he caught a case of crabs! Without having S-E-X!? Whether this is for real or for fun, I was highly entertained by this book. I sat back on my chaise, with a cup of flavored water and read until I found myself sitting at my desk, closing the book. I read it in a few hours... *For the full book review: http://tinyurl.com/hyc69t9 **Book was provided by author, Thomas L. Hay, for an honest review.
Reviewed by Ryan Jordan for Readers' Favorite An Abduction Revelation: The Comeback Kid Returns by Thomas Hay is an entertaining story about the life of the comeback kid, told in vignettes broken up and scattered throughout the history of this man, as well as songs reflecting the time and theme of the stories taking place. We see someone who joined the navy, who fought in various wars, who was also abducted by aliens, suffered a nasty divorce and had his life torn apart, and learned the ways of love and lust from a Japanese geisha who changed his world and taught him how to talk to and deal with women. The primary theme of the novel revolves around the aliens and whether or not they are real and have given us drastic leaps in technology. My favorite part of the novel was the way the unreliable narration built throughout with some believable parts mixed in with wholly unrealistic ones. The character asks us whether or not we believe he is sane by the end of the novel, and if we believe that Tom is actually saving the world. The narrator talks directly to the reader and breaks the fourth wall, such as when a Russian ship is saved out at sea with an S.O.S and the narrator informs us that it was a big government conspiracy cover up over what happened, and he can't tell us what it is because then he would have to kill us ... which might hurt his book sales. The chapters are broken up by song lyrics, which adds an interesting level of depth to the story and gives a view of the times in which this story is taking place. An Abduction Revelation: The Comeback Kid Returns by Thomas Hay is an intentionally crazy story where it is difficult to tell if we are being lied to by a deranged person, or informed about government secrets by a brilliant man.
In 'An Abduction Revelation', Thomas Hay retells the story of his life - in itself an interesting, and at times entertaining read. Another reviewer has described the writing style as 'conversational'. I would agree with that. It's a style which works much more often than not. Anyway, woven into this, his second book, is a bizarre tale of recurring alien abductions. Mercifully we're spared the usual abduction yarn, where the Earthling undergoes medical experiments, before mating with some big-breasted, blond-haired alien. I won't give away any spoilers, but I will say that this abduction tale is highly unusual, and at times really quite eerie. In the end, the reader is left with the impression that either Mr Hay has experienced a series of extraordinary events throughout his life, or he is a writer who has an extraordinary imagination. In the end we are left to make up our own minds. Either way, this is a fascinating read.
This is a very stylish novella of a man's abduction by aliens; or was he? The author, Thomas Hay, writes the story as it happened to him; or did it? The premise is that our government has secretly covered up the aliens existence, while they go about abducting and altering human beings. While Mr. Hay claims there are some true life experiences in his tale, his fiction displays a very unique sense of humor. Cleverly written, and fun to read, An Abduction Revelation, should be on everyone's reading list.
(Kindle Book Review) This book is about an average person with an almost unbelievable story to tell, a story that involves abduction by aliens. Hay lived a rather normal life. He joined the Navy after high school, becoming a radioman, and getting very good at sending Morse Code. After the Navy, he married Claudia, and settled down to a normal life, except for the part about being abducted by aliens. With no prior warning, one night Claudia asks for a divorce (at the end of the book, Hay learns that she had a very good reason). While living and working in Saudi Arabia, Hay falls in love with Fiza, an Arabian woman (very bad idea). They keep their relationship very quiet, but the male members of her family find about it, so Hay has to practically run to the airport to catch the next plane out of the country. They re-connect outside of Saudi Arabia, get secretly married and live in America, but things end very badly. In the depths of depression, Hay is visited by a couple of men from NASA, with an invitation to join a Top Secret project. It seems that all the reports of UFO sightings and abductions since the mid-20th century are not all mass delusions; they happen to be true. Hay is able to telepathically communicate with a real alien, who really is not so alien after all. He also learns why, during an earlier visitation, the aliens took some sperm from him. The alien race is sterile; Hay is asked for his assistance. This is one of those decisions where there is no going back. What is his decision? Hay had some memories of his abduction experiences, so he wrote a book about them. Claudia discovered a way to totally neutralize the alien mental blocks that were put in her head. Hay tried it, and he suddenly remembered everything that happened to him. He felt compelled to write a revised and updated book about his abduction experiences; this is the book. The reader can decide if this is fiction or non-fiction; the author insists that it is a true story. Either way, it works really well. It's very well-written and easy to read, with more than enough "strange" in it. Yes, this deserves five stars. (The Kindle Book Review Received a free copy of this book for an independent, fair and honest review. We are not associated with the author or Amazon.)
As regular readers of my reviews will know, I am open to reading all genre and will give an honest review. So when I was approached by Thomas Hay to read his Memoirs (Take 2), after some background reading on his website and blog, I accepted the offer. Who knows, why can't there be something else out there ? Thomas Hay has a very easy to read writing style. It is as though he is there in your head telling the story, and a very interesting story it is to. We are taken on a wild ride of self discovery as we follow the life of Thomas from teenager to adult. Based on true life events, Thomas has woven his story of alien abduction throughout, leaving this reader wondering if I actually believe what has been written, or is it truly just a well written Sci-Fi story. But that's the point right ! Whether you believe in Roswell, UFOs and aliens or not, this is a truly interesting life story. Now that I have read the updated version, I am looking forward to reading the original version of this book - The Comeback Kid: Memoirs of Thomas L Hay. I was given a copy of this book for an honest review.
This was one of the best fiction books I have ever read!! Actually, I couldn't really make out whether it was fiction or not. The writer has done an exceptional job!! I can imagine his book becoming a good film sometime in the future!!! Cheers