[ WP ] You are stargazing one night and notice a star blinking in the night sky . After looking at it a little while you notice it is blinking a message in Morse code .

Alone in a field miles outside of the nearest town I sat, leaning up against a tree staring off into the night sky. It was not a cold night like I was used to. The warm Californian air felt ever so relaxing on my tired body. Nothing was going through my mind, no thoughts, no concerns. Complete serenity. 
 
 Occasionally an airplane would fly overheard, red and green lights gently pulsing as they silently sliced across the endless expanse of darkness. The moon was nowhere to be seen tonight, so the stars seemed to shine brighter than I'd ever seen them before. I could see all the constellations I knew: the big dipper and... the little dipper. I do n't know anything about stars, I just like looking at them. After a few hours of sitting there, occasionally jotting down ideas into my journal, I became fixed on one particular star in the sky. 
 
 This star was different. It would blink, but not in the same soft twinkling the other stars would. It did not move slowly across the sky like a satellite, instead this star was completely stationary, like any other star. On a hunch, I wrote down the blinking pattern it seemed to create. At first it looked like gibberish, since it went on for several pages of my journal without repeating, but sure enough, it started over again. 
 
 Now, I do not understand morse code beyond the notion of the dots and dashes so I had to seek help online with translating it. I posted scans of the journal pages online, asking for help. Everybody wanted to know where the codes came from. I told them, but nobody believed me. One of the people on the forum where I posted it actually went as far as retracing my steps and sat out there at the same spot on the next new moon to try and see the star I mentioned. Unsurprisingly, he did n't see anything the whole night. 
 
 Because of the nature of the pattern, it became clear that one perfect translation would be near impossible to find. People posted everything from `` Dogs house bank Lichtenstein NORAD'' to `` Cafe noon thursday twelve thirty-seven bread eighteen street'' as partial solutions, but everybody agreed on one thing: none of these made any sense at all. 
 
 Two months after I posted it, I received a message. Not on the forum I posted it to, but rather an anonymous text message from a blocked number. 
 
 `` You have something we want. We have something you want. Yes, this is about the code.'' 
 
 Confused, I pressed for more information but the only reply I got was one from the phone company saying the number had been disconnected. This was getting eerie. It was n't until the next day that another text came, this time from a different blocked number. 
 
 `` Meet at the big tree in the field next full moon. All is revealed.'' 
 
 Chilling. What were they on about? Why all the secrecy? Maybe the guy that retraced my steps snapped. I tried posting in the original thread where I posted the scanned pages, but it was met with a 404. Someone had deleted the thread. Now I knew I had to meet up with this mystery man. 
 
 The night of the full moon I was getting pretty nervous, I mean, what if it's a serial killer trying to get a good shot at me? But on the other hand the opportunity to finally figure out the puzzle was just too tempting. I drove out to the same spot I had laid months before, and to my surprise, there was no other vehicle there. No car, no van, no bike, no person or anything that I could see. I grabbed my flashlight and stepped out of the car, headed to the tree. 
 
 The grass had been worn down over time, forming a trail to the tree from the dirt road where I parked, even though it was only a few dozen yards away. Foot traffic must have skyrocketed since I first posted. Halfway to the tree I heard a branch snap off to my right. I spun around and shined my flashlight at the trees in the distance. It was only a deer, as scared as I was. I sighed a breath of relief before continuing to the tree. 
 
 I had just sat down where I heard someone call my name. 
 
 `` James Alva McGee.'' 
 
 I swear my heart must have stopped for a good five seconds. 
 
 `` Do not get up. No sudden movements. Just keep watching the sky.'' The voice continued. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' Was all I could say. 
 
 `` Who I am is not important. What is important is that you must tell me the true origin of the code. It is absolutely imperative that you comply, lest we resort to less civil measures.'' 
 
 `` Wh-what? I swear I told the truth! There was something blinking in the sky! All I did was observe it!'' 
 
 The mysterious character still had not shown himself. 
 
 `` Normally we would catch up to you immediately afterward and warn you to not tell a soul about what you saw here, but it is much too late for that. The board may have been expunged, but you can not undue people's memory of your post. From our close monitoring we've determined that you truly are clueless. Although I am not fond of this idea, my superiors have decided to let you go, so long as you hand over any and all evidence you have of your encounter.'' 
 
 `` How do you expect me to do that? You're still talking to me from nowhere!'' 
 
 I heard footsteps behind me as the man emerged from the darkness. No wonder I could n't see him, he was dressed in an all-black suit and despite it being the dead of night, he was wearing sunglasses. I know these guys. We've all heard about them. I thought they were just a myth, the real men in black. 
 
 `` The safety of your country depends on those pitiful scraps of paper you have in your journal. Hand it over, along with your cell phone.'' 
 
 `` My country? Are-are you FBI? CIA? NSA? Am I going to be'disappeared'?'' I stammered, as I frantically searched through my backpack trying to remove the journal. 
 
 I handed over the journal and my phone to the man. He promptly opened the journal, tore out the pages with the code on them, and all of the pages after them that bore the imprint from the pen I used to write it, and stuffed the pages into his jacket pocket. He then tapped a few buttons on my phone, presumably deleting the pictures I had of the code and handed both items back to me. 
 
 `` Tell no one what happened here. You never found an answer to what you were looking for and deleted the thread. Do not continue your search for answers if you desire to keep living.'' 
 
 Just like that, as soon as I put the journal in my bag, he was gone.
