Something strange has arrived on Cape Cod, and it’s not just the UFOs.
Ken Wakeman, a skeptical UFOlogist who seeks the truth about paranormal phenomenon, struggles to discredit the myriad of crackpot theories out there. Melissa "Mel" Howard, a reporter for a small Cape Cod newspaper, copes with the seasonal tourist invasion and its accompanying anxieties. When the Cape becomes the national focus over a rash of UFO sights, they join forces to get to the bottom it.
Despite denials from town officials and the military that UFOs have landed, mass hysteria overcomes the seaside community. In addition to the frantic humans, Astro, Ken’s Golden Retriever has also been acting strangely.
Joining the invasion is Klick, the promiscuous leader of a spandex-clad UFO cult whose members want to “amalgamate” with the Fornacisians when their spaceship lands. Mel learns that when dealing with wing nuts, the truth isn’t necessarily “out there”. Tom Frasier, an infamous proponent of crashed saucers and frozen alien bodies, claims the local military base houses some intriguing secrets. After a visit from the FBI gives legitimacy to Tom’s story, Ken will ultimately decide how far he’s willing to go to witness humanity’s greatest close encounter.
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About the Author
Eric, a serial entrepreneur, non-conformist existentialist, takes you through the steps of launching his own home-based, food concession business. You'll read about his encounters with weird customers, relentless health department officials and inept event coordinators. During this time, he also was documenting everything on video, and this journal links to over 80 videos which show you exactly what transpired. Author website- http://adeadguy.com Facebook Page - http://www.facebook.com/adeadguy.bickernicks I've burned up most of my life doing video and film production. Had some success early in life with some nationally televised comedy shorts, but when I tried to 'grab the golden ring' with a full length feature film, my body was thrown from the carousel. I embraced the meathead football culture when I was in my teens which culminated in a decade of martials arts training in my 20's and 30's. I've now matured into intellectual pacifist who can still someone's ass. I've been self-taught on multiple musical instruments, and have composed music (both loud and soft), in many different styles. I've had some success with funny novelty song compositions. For my efforts I've recieved (1) BMI check and a case of tinnitus. In my quest to avoid being beholden to a boss or an authority figure, I've pursued online marketing and kettle corn concessions. One allows me to make money at home in my underwear, while the other makes me see things as they stand - all my efforts ultimately turn into shit. Arriving this late in life, I will now call myself a writer. I certainly have a lifetimes worth of thoughts and stories to tell, but I've only brought them up to the determent of my friends. I'm going through some non-fiction books at the moment, and will have a couple of sci-fi stories to tell in the future.