It was difficult to tell if I was seeing things or if what I was seeing was real. He was a stalk of a man, thin in every respect of the word, and tall.
Around his middle was a large circular frame, draped in what appeared to be parachute silk. The frame was strapped to his meatless body with leather harnesses meant to keep the thing, whatever it was, from moving around.
After he finished buckling the harness in place, be proceeded across the parking lot. As he did, the Nevada winds, second only to Wyoming, picked up and began dragging him backwards, until he came off the ground.
I dialed 9-1-1 as he continued to scream and kick, flying away from the parking lot and over a nearby grocery store.
“Do you need fire, police or ambulance?”
“Ambulance, maybe fire,” I answered.
“Where is your emergency?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered, “He flew over a building and out of my line of sight.”
“Can you repeat that, please?”
As I did this, the operator responded, “Oh…never mind, we’re getting more calls about this, and here I thought you were pulling my leg.”
We both laughed as she disconnected our call.
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