title: Uninvited Guests: A Documented History of Ufo Sightings, Alien Encounters and Coverups
author:  Richard Hall 
description: This is not a book of answers because nobody on any side of the issue really knows what UFOs are. Instead it is a book of questions starting with...What if UFOs are real? What might this mean for Humankind? Do UFOs represent 'nuts and bolts' craft piloted by sentient beings from other civilisations in space? Are they visitors from another planet? Are they human-like or human time travellers or beings from some other realm presently unknown to science? Recognition of this could profoundly alter our understanding of the universe and our outlook on life. The analyses and speculations are intended to encourage thought and discussion. The concepts explored here need to be critically examined and measured against the still unfolding UFO manifestation. Meanwhile we need to know what has been credibly reported, what possible explanations there are, and what it might all mean. Why did the CIA run a security clearance on this author without his knowledge or consent? The contents of UFO reports have become increasingly bizarre: stories of alien creatures abducting humans and subjecting them to physical examinations have multiplied. The beings who sometimes appear more like apparitions than solid entities, display almost magical powers, including levitation, telepathy, movement through solid matter, and cause electrical malfunctions. Even if the abduction reports are imaginary, why would intelligent beings repeatedly hover over installations and then dart away, for no apparent purpose? Why would they buzz human vehicles, take soil samples and all the other repetitive actions year after year without doing something to remove all doubt about their nature and purpose? Why do they continue to dazzle us with exotic displays but not make open contact or whole communicate something definite to us?
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  **BEER RUN**
  
  
  ## **Michael McCollum**
  
  
  **What if you went out for a six-pack and never came back?**
  
  
  
  
  
  It was midwinter, one of those crystal clear nights where the almost freezing
  wind whips in off the desert from the east and the moon bathes everything in a
  bright, pearly glow. Hal, my landlord, was off to a science fiction convention
  back East and the UFO Spotters were using our place -- a dilapidated rooming
  house in the old section of Tempe near the University -- for their monthly
  meeting. Being the only roomer in residence (the others having taken off for
  parts unknown, it being semester break), I was assigned the job of keeping
  them from tearing up the place and making sure the cops had no probable cause
  for a drug bust.
  
  
  They came drifting in about eight. By the time the formal meeting had started,
  there were fifty-odd people scattered in the various nooks and crannies around
  the old house. And I mean fifty odd people!
  
  
  In Hal's absence, Weasel Martin to