Alien Seance 2

A new virus is coming, not like the last one. This one’s engineered—alien DNA mixed with something synthetic. It’ll kill millions, starting in the cities, spreading through water. They’ll call it a plague, but it’s a culling. The hybrids are immune; they’ll inherit what’s left.DONE 2-4
Tell people to watch the skies, to trust their gut when something feels wrong. The hybrids are already here—politicians, CEOs, your neighbors. DONE 2-5
Check their eyes; they don’t blink right. And don’t trust the news; it’s all scripted. There’s still time to fight, to wake up. Find the others, the ones who’ve seen. They’re out there, hiding, waiting.DONE 2-6
That’s my message. I can’t stay long—this connection’s fading. But I’ll try to reach you again. Don’t let them silence me. Don’t let them win.DONE2-7
PART 3
Dee Dee: For my readers and customers, I’m so sorry, but during our first contact with Granger Taylor, we couldn’t get a word in, let alone a question. His spirit was overwhelming, pouring out a torrent of revelations about aliens, the CIA, and a coming war. DONE 3-1
It was intense, and we were caught off guard. But we’ve prepared for this second séance, and we’re ready to dig deeper. Ricky, Adita, Victor, and I are here to ask the questions you’ve been sending in, to uncover more of Granger’s truth. Let’s begin.DONE 3-2
Ricky: Granger Taylor, are you with us? We’re back, ready to listen and ask what you need us to know.DONE 3-3
Him: I’m here. The connection’s weaker this time—something’s interfering, like static from their tech. Ask quick. They’re watching.DONE 3-4 
Dee Dee: Granger, thank you for coming back. Our readers want to know more about the alien experiments you mentioned. Can you describe what you saw in those labs, the ones with the half-human, half-alien hybrids? How were they made?DONE 3-5
Him: The labs… underground, cold, lit by this sickly green glow from tanks lining the walls. The hybrids were grown, not born. DONE 3-6
The grays took human DNA—blood, skin, even embryos stolen from abductees—and spliced it with their own. They’d inject this black, tar-like fluid into human cells, rewriting them. I saw women strapped to tables, screaming as machines extracted their eggs. DONE 3-7
One, her name was Sarah, begged me to help her. Her stomach was swollen, but it wasn’t human. They’d implanted something in her, a hybrid fetus. It moved wrong, like it was clawing to get out. DONE 3-8