My Brother Disappeared Along The Oregon Coast, And I Think Whatever Took Him Is After My Whole Family

I craned my head over to the screen and Calvin hit rewind. He hit play and I quickly saw what had Calvin so terrified.

The video showed an orb of soft blue light quickly shoot out from the darkness to the left of Calvin’s camera and engulf Roger and his four-wheeler.

“I didn’t see any of that shit when I was riding,” Calvin explained. “It must have happened too fast.”

The blue orb lasted for only a few frames and then Roger, his four-wheeler and the glow, disappeared from sight.

“You guys aren’t fucking with me, are you?” I asked. “You didn’t put some special effect on that video or something?”

“Fuck no,” Calvin shot back, but interrupted himself when some vomit spewed out from his lips.

I watched Calvin lean forward, put his hands on his knees, and start to retch.

“You’re fucking kickin’ aren’t you?” I yelled down at Calvin with disgust.

Calvin stopped his puking for a moment to reply.

“I think I just drank some of Rog’s chew spit in the truck on the way down.”

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Jack Follman

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