#AtoZChallenge Visitors from Beyond – Alice and the Alien

Flying ufo in the night

Wheels crunched against gravel as the car rolled to an abrupt stop. Brett and I exchanged glances but neither of us said a word. He slammed the car into park and leaned back in the seat.

“Now what?” I whispered.

What was there to say? I concentrated on the wisps of fog curling in the light of the high beams. In the darkness surrounding us, I couldn’t see anything else. An almost eerie silence fell over us.

Brett cursed under his breath. “I left my phone at Kara’s house.”

My heart thundered in my chest and I fought to control the rise and fall of my breathing. I didn’t want to think about what happened at Kara’s house and I’m pretty sure Brett didn’t want to either. We had no way to call for help and now the car had stalled.

“We should walk,” I said.

“Are you crazy? With that… thing out there?”

“Well, we can’t stay here.”

Brett sat forward and started playing with the key in the ignition while I said a silent prayer the car would roar back to life. Maybe this once luck would be on our side?

“It’s no use,” he said. He punched the steering wheel and muttered a string of expletives under his breath. In the eerie glow of light, I could see the perspiration bead along his forehead even though it was so cold I could see my own breath.

“We can’t stay here.”

He looked at me. The raspy sound of his breathing filled my ears while I waited for his response and wondered if the bleeding had stopped.

“Fine,” he said at last, “We’ll walk.”

He didn’t wait for me before killing the headlights and opening the door and stepping out. For a moment, I couldn’t move. I was frozen between knowing we had no other choice and wishing I could stay hidden in the darkness. As I stepped out of the car, I glanced behind me, trying to get some sense of what lay beyond. Our surroundings were beginning to take the forms as my eyes adjusted to the night. The fog hung in the trees and reflected the shimmering moonlight. Any other night I might have thought it was pretty, romantic even.

Tonight, I couldn’t think of anything at all except those eyes staring back at me and the way Kara had screamed.

“I think there is a house not too far from here,” I said, hoping we were on the road I thought we were. Brett grunted in response and began moving forward. I followed, not wanting to be left behind, but my legs felt as though I trudged through molasses.

“What was that thing?” I asked. I didn’t expect him to have any answers but I could hardly stand the silence that had fallen between us either. When I’d agreed to go on a date with Brett Parker, this wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind. I didn’t know him well enough to guess the thoughts that occupied his mind but I was pretty sure he felt as scared as I did.

“I don’t know,” he muttered.

I tried to take his hand but he quickly pulled away.

“What happened to Kara wasn’t my fault,” I said.

“How could it be?”

I kicked at the stones as we walked and tried to think of something to say. If we got out of this alive, there wouldn’t be a second date. Of that much, I was certain. Just then I caught sight of a glimmer of light in the distance. I squinted, trying to determine if it was the old farm house I’d remembered. I didn’t think anyone lived there. I could tell Brett saw it too because his pace picked up. He was moving so fast now I had to sprint to keep up with him.

“Brett, wait, what if it something is there?”

This thought slowed him down a little, but not enough. By the time we’d reached the bend in the road, we could tell the light hadn’t come from a house. I put my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming. Brett tried to grab my arm but seemed to think better of it. Instead, he put distance between him and that thing while I stood there with wide eyes trying to take in the small spacecraft partly buried in the corn field.

I rubbed my eyes slowly, trying to clear my vision. It couldn’t be real. I heard Brett urging me to get away from it but my feet were already carrying me forward. When I was close enough, I put out my hand to touch the smooth surface and ran my fingers gently along the side. To my surprise, the craft rumbled to life and where I hadn’t anticipated a door, the sides gave way and parted like the automatic doors at Walmart. Goosebumps traveled up the length of my arm and for a moment I couldn’t catch my breath. I stepped inside.

There was no doubt in my mind I’d just boarded an alien spacecraft. After all, I’d seen one of the creatures with my own eyes not more than hour ago at Kara’s party. That alone should have been enough to stop me from doing entering the ship, but somehow my curiosity overtook my better senses. I needed to see it, even if it was likely the last thing I would ever do.

A sound ahead made me halt and rethink my crazy decision. I wasn’t alone. I almost turned to run but I couldn’t. I’d come this far and I was pretty sure I’d heard the sound of the doors closing behind me as I moved along the quiet tunnel toward the belly of the ship. It was too late for second thoughts.

The alien rounded the bend and stopped. I wasn’t sure which of us was more afraid but I could tell he hadn’t been expecting to see me. I braced myself for his attack but it didn’t come. Slowly, he lowered a clipboard he was holding and I realized in that moment he could have almost been mistaken for any human aside from an elongated forehead, larger eyes, and a greenish tint to his skin. I cleared my throat, trying to form words, to make excuses for my trespassing. It felt like forever that we stood there awkwardly staring at one another.

“My name is Alice,” I said at last.

There wasn’t something about him that didn’t seem nearly as threatening as it had when his friend crashed our party. I moved closer and put out my hand to touch his outstretched fingertips and a spark of electricity shot through me.

“Welcome home, Alice. We have missed you.”

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Thank you for reading and please feel free to share your thoughts. Each day I am posting a ‘snippet’ based on a paranormal creature that begins with the corresponding letter of the alphabet. I am using this as a fun writing exercise which I am hoping will also be enjoyable to read, but keep in mind that due to the fact that I must post a new snippet each day in April except Sundays, the posts may be a bit rough. I’ll do my best, however, in the limited time I have available to me. 🙂 Let me know your favorites or the posts you find most intriguing because I plan to develop those into a full story later in the year!

Check out the other participants in the A to Z Challenge by clicking HERE.

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A is for Alien Abduction

Bad blogger. Bad, bad blogger.

That’s me. I don’t know what it is about writing in a blog that makes me seize up in utter terror every time I open to my dashboard. I like to write. Really, truly, I do. So then, why is it so difficult to post something here every once in a blue moon (aside from that whole a million things to do and not enough time to do it idea, of course)? I can come up with little posts for twitter or facebook but give me free reign to write more than 160 characters and my brain goes blank. I forget how to write. I don’t know what’s going on but if you figure out, please feel free to share.

Rest assured, even though I’ve been out of touch, you haven’t been forgotten. I would also like to take a moment to say thank you for all the new followers I’ve had recently. I do appreciate your taking the time to follow and I am going to do my darndest to start posting once in a while. I mean that.

So, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to come up with ways to keep me writing. I’ve seen others use the alphabet effectively to come up with blog posts. I’m not sure exactly what the “rules” were in this approach but heck, who said I ever followed rules anyway, right? I’ll make it up as I go. Here is my own version of what I’ll call “alphabet blogging” and it will be my new Monday feature.

Today, A is for Alien Abduction! Why? you ask… Well, why not? I couldn’t actually come up with anything better on short notice. (Part of that whole blank brain syndrome.) I was watching a movie recently where one of the previews was for The Fourth Kind, a movie that I will not be watching anytime soon less I would like to have nightmares for the next several days. (weeks? months? years?) A quick scan of the movie premise assures that I will not be moving to Alaska either. But thinking about aliens always leads me to wonder why I’ve had this life long fear of aliens, or particularly alien abduction. I don’t know.

It’s not that I sit around thinking about aliens every day, mind you. Really, I don’t. But I suppose if I had to pick a ‘monster’ from stories or movies that I fear the most, it would have to be them and I feel a little guilty for automatically lumping them into that ‘monster’ category but that’s how I’ve seen them portrayed. (minus E.T., of course) I believe in ghosts but I don’t fear being haunted. I don’t know if I believe in aliens (the abducting, probing kind anyway) but I sure don’t want to have an encounter. I don’t want to even read about it in the newspaper, thank you very much. Although I am sure having that experience could lead to some interesting blog posts, I’m going to pass.

Every once in a while, I wonder if maybe I’ve been abducted multiple times over the course of my life and I just don’t remember it? (Cause you know, they do that whole brain wash thing afterward so I can’t run off and tell people about their shady night time experiments.) I laugh it off and tell myself it’s absurd. I’d have to remember something or at least have unexplained marks to show for it, right? Then I look at my children and I think … well, some days I’m not quite sure where exactly they did come from. WHAT IF?? I could be walking around with half human / half aliens! (Ha ha ha)

Maybe someday I’ll even write a story about it …

Next Monday I’ll be celebrating the lovely letter B. B is for ….?? Your choice. Pick a word and offer it up in the comments. If I actually get any suggestions (please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?), I will choose one of those. If I don’t get any suggestions, well, who knows what sort of ramblings you’ll end up with…

I leave you with four past posts I’ve written concerning our lovely subject of aliens. 🙂

https://stephanieingram.com/2012/06/28/holy-caterpillar-batman/ (The alien caterpillar that invaded my backyard last summer.)
https://stephanieingram.com/2012/06/11/aliens-have-landed/ (Fun with aliens from my younger days.)
https://stephanieingram.com/2012/10/09/october-challenge-year-9-writing-writing-writing/ (My start in writing included a special story about UFO’s.)
https://stephanieingram.com/2013/01/03/is-there-life/ (More boring ramblings about the possibility of life on other planets.)

 

Is there Life?

Cute Green Alien Flying a UFO Clipart Illustration

Is there life on other planets? Is there life on this blog? Well, I’m not so sure about the blog, but the likelihood of life somewhere in the universe seems probable.

It always comes back to the aliens. I like aliens.

I read an article a while back that scientists had actually found proof of life somewhere out there, although the fact that this didn’t become bigger news makes me a little skeptical of the claim. Then again, I read another article more recently suggesting that while scientists believe life exists, they have little tangible proof yet. This seems more likely. What do you think?

If you’re interested in joining the debate, try this. I got a chuckle out of the member that suggested we need to find a new planet to inhabit because we’ve screwed up our own. So ummm… we’re going to all the trouble to seek out a fresh planet full of life so that we can take over, dominate, and screw that one up too? Wow, it must be true that history continues to repeat itself. Are we really such needy and controlling creatures that we must take everything new as our own? I hope it wouldn’t come to that but I wonder.

There are probably countless novels written with this scenario in mind, although I haven’t actually read one. Please feel free to add your suggestions. I’m always looking for something new to read.

Personally, I have mixed feelings about the discovery of life on other planets and a fascination that began as a child. Back then, I was terrified that aliens were going to abduct me from my bed as I slept. (I guess I watched one too many of those spooky alien programs.) It took a very cool Pap Pap to help put things into perspective for me. As my brother and I sat around the campfire with my grandparents one night and I voiced my on-going concerns about alien invasions, I asked my Pap Pap what he would do if an alien walked up to us at that very moment.

“Offer him a beer!” he exclaimed without hesitation.

That carefree and kind attitude surprised me (although it shouldn’t have coming from my Pap Pap) and it’s stuck with me.

What are your thoughts?

Holy caterpillar, Batman!

So, I had some rough ideas about what I might post in my blog today, most of which didn’t seem particularly interesting, even to me. Then, as I finished filling the little plastic toddler pool for my guys to splash around in on this hot day, I saw this from across the yard…

Now first of all, let me explain that (1) I’m not normally skittish around bugs and (2) the photo does not do this thing justice.

It’s a caterpillar of some description and I’m sure with a little Google effort, I’ll be able to find out exactly what kind and (gulp) what it might later turn into. Right now, I’m a little too freaked to find out. I didn’t let the kids touch it, explaining that not every caterpillar is okay to touch – some are poisonous. I didn’t say it to them, but in the case of this one, I suspect it might be sizing us up for lunch. I did the only sensible thing a person in my situation would do – I ran and grabbed the camera.

The more I look at it, the more curious I become. I’m trying to imagine a gigantic butterfly landing on my flowers. What if it’s a monster and it’s going to come after me while I’m sleeping? This could be the creepy thing lurking in the closet when I was a kid for all I know and now here it is crawling nonchalantly through my backyard. I might not sleep tonight knowing this is out there … somewhere … waiting for me…

The caterpillar isn’t moving very quickly. I’m half tempted to catch it and put it in the butterfly enclosure that the boys got when we watched our tiny little monarch caterpillars change into cocoons and eventually to butterflies. Now, those things were cool. I loved watching them grow and I had just as much fun as the kids did when we took the butterflies outside to let them go. We each got to hold one before we said goodbye.

But this monstrosity in my yard? Eeeeeekkks…. I’m fairly well convinced now that it’s all true. The end of the world is near. There are portals open to parallel universes, alien life forms are invading our planet, whatever. This is my proof.

I couldn’t help but to share it with the world. Your thoughts?

Aliens Have Landed

When I was a kid, aliens landed in the field behind my house. They kept themselves well hidden by moving through underground tunnels left behind by abandoned coal mines. No one else noticed the lights that disappeared into the ground. My brother and I did, however, and we set out on a mission to discover what those aliens were doing and to prove their existence to the unbelieving adults around us.

Eventually we realized that the adults in our life may have been right and our quest to find the aliens wouldn’t lead us anywhere. We gave up and moved on to other things. Even still, I look out at the night sky once in a while and wonder “what if?” What if we had discovered something that no one else was aware existed? What if we did uncover the secret plot of aliens as they watched us? What if we just got a little too close one day?

My brother and I weren’t just alien hunters, of course. We were also quite experienced in the paranormal. After all, we had two resident ghosts that kept us occupied as we tried to conjure all the possibilities between who they were and why they set up camp at our house. I don’t think we ever came to any real conclusions but we had a lot of fun talking about them and waiting for something to happen. (And yes, once in while creepy things did happen!)

One could argue that like typical kids, we had some pretty overactive imaginations but I look back on those days fondly. In many ways they are the fuel for the stories that I write today. The inspiration behind my first attempts at writing a full-length novel came from our ghost “experiences”. That novel wasn’t very good, as most first novels aren’t, but the idea still lingers and I keep wondering if perhaps someday I won’t revisit my original ghost story and turn it into something better? That “perfect” ghost story is always in the back of mind … just waiting for the moment to escape into the world.

Just as one day, I will likely uncover the secrets of the alien hideaway as I follow the footsteps of the two crazy kids who dared to get just a little too close…