Whitley Streiber was a moderately successful writer.

Then he hit a lull.

As Dave's often humorless intro show, we all write some stinkers every now and then.

And that's exactly what happened to Streiber.

Until 1987, that is, when Streiber released his first nonfiction book, Communion, detailing

his experience being abducted two years prior.

Is this a true firsthand account of a terrifying alien encounter?

Or is this the imagination of a desperate man trying to save his career?

I'm Mike.

I'm Ian.

And I'm Dave.

If the term Communion conjures up fond memories of your carefree days as an alter boy, stick

around.

Because just like those fun-filled Sunday mornings, the highlight of this story is an anal probe.

Yes, this is Necronomopod.

Before this happened, I was leading just an ordinary writer's life.

You know, I wrote a book about nuclear war back during the Cold War.

I wrote a book about environmental problems.

I've written some novels.

And then all of a sudden, one night in December of 1985, this very peculiar event took place.

You were visiting.

I was not visited.

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