The Supernatural Intercom
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“Using famed sites is chancy, but if that’s where a pattern is deemed to go, by the team or “whatever”, then so be it.
Ten holidaymakers clomped for an hour up the steep hill of one such site, on a dismal evening, lashing down with rain. It was for an optimum viewpoint over a ‘classic’ field. Their hearts were set on a nightwatch for UAPs, orbs... or a blossoming crop circle.
The going was slippery and taxing, but at least the way back down would be easier when they returned in the daylight. They hadn’t done this on a whim; they’d excursioned from Europe.
Atrocious weather always has proponents of the ‘non-human slant’ pontificating that “no person would be unhinged enough to go out on such a night!”. But if nothing grisly has been forecast we’ll start in the dry envisioning, at worst, a little trickle.
Sometimes, however, that trickle will rage and become savage.
We’ll morosely lumber on, drenched to the skin, with sopping clothes, waiving any ‘spangle’, just as long as the design looks resolved. But there’s a bonus with profuse rain - and it’s cosmetic. It can be an adhesive, gluing the seeds to the floor without any ‘stubble’, so that it looks just like parquet decking.
Anyway, after their laborious and soggy uphill trudge, our intrepid explorers were all very much looking forward to the torrent subduing, and then flopping down so they could cherish the panorama... it was merited, and they’d certainly deserved it...
…but just a few plods from the summit, they all froze on the spot, gawping at each other. Then, bizarrely, they all made an about-turn, and clumped all the way down that hill again, forlorn and bedraggled. Their doggedness had been quashed.
They later testified that the self-same ‘edict’ had been ‘piped into their minds’, in unison. It was incontestable. It was:
“Go back. You should not be here. Leave them to their work”
If they had trogged just that few feet further, they would’ve been rewarded with a wide swathe of fields. The most prominent bore the embryonic circle they’d been banned from interfering with. Despite the bleak climate, it would have been distinguishable… and so would we. At the time though, all of this was unknown to us, wringing wet, combatting the gale, to get the pattern finished.”
