1983

"Listen carefully. They're coming. I don't know how much time I have. If you, whoever you are, happens to find this audio recording, I'm probably dead, or will never be seen again. My name is Murray Bauman. I was born in 1942, I am forty-one years old, and I have been studying extra-terrestrial activity since I was abducted when I was twenty-seven. Everyone called me insane, a nut-case, but I know what I saw that night. I swore I would prove it one day, but now that's never going to happen. To all the people that thought I was crazy, I hope you all burn in hell, and to Sarah, my wife, I love you so much, if you find this tell our son David that I love him, and that I'm sorry I'm not gonna be there anymore."

A banging sound is heard.

"I'm out of time. I love you."

A crashing sound is heard and the audio recording cuts off.

"That was the last thing anyone heard from Hawkins Post journalist Murray Bauman," says the news anchor, having just played the recording on TV. "If anyone has any information on Mr. Bauman and his whereabouts, we invite you to come forward."