“And then I realized that I could not move! Not at all. There were bright lights. Flashing. Then red. They did things to me…. terrible things!” The woman’s voice echoed, hollow, emotionless.
Fear hung in the staleness of the momentary silence.
I peeked out.
The room was dark. I was relieved. Still, at any moment they could come for me.
I curled up as small as possible, making sure no bits of limb were visible. I hugged my teddy bear close. If I had to go, I wanted him to go with me. I covered my head with the sheets, lifting a tiny bit of the edge for a few seconds only when the need for oxygen overwhelmed my fear of them.
A man’s voice now. “They had these eyes…. I can never forget those eyes. They put this tiny chip in my tooth.” A faint clink as it clattered onto an unseen table. Then there was a sob. The man was crying.
My heart raced.
I peeked out again.
There it was! A light coming, flashing across the room! Bright white, then red.
Oh dear, sweet Jesus. Help me!
I froze, holding my breath until my chest burned and I could hold it no more. Then everything went black.
The next morning I opened my eyes to sunlight streaming in through my window and birds singing.
I managed once again to fall asleep before the aliens got to me. Someday… someday my father will stop watching those terrifying TV shows in the night.