Helicopter Molester

 I was loading firewood on the patio a few minutes ago, when I heard a strange noise in the distance. 

It was a helicopter in the distance, but I couldn't see it. It was getting closer and closer. Pretty soon, I assumed that it was already above us. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I could see it--flying unusually low. It was blue and white. 

It was flying extremely low. Unusually low. We live up against a mountain, and it was low on the mountain. Then, it made a sharp turn and went behind the mountain. 

Then, it started circling us. It circled about five times. It felt like the dude who was flying it was stalking us, so I waved to the helicopter with my arms out like one of those balloon-guys you see in store parking lots that flop around it the wind and tell you that there's a sale. The helicopter ignored us. I felt like it was going to land, which was fine. I could use a helicopter ride. 

Mom came outside. "Is that our neighbour?" she asked. Who else would be molesting us in this remote valley. If he was stalking us, he should just land already. 

Our neighbour actually did have a helicopter that he would fly when the weather was good. But this helicopter kept circling. Then, as if it was done it's molesting session, it just turned around and flew away. 

All day I kept hearing helicopters passing over our house, loud and clear sounds, though I couldn't see them. 

This is getting creepy.