A Close Encounter

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A Close Encounter

It was dark and quiet in my cozy little bedroom. The only light came in first through the branches and leaves of the stout maple in the yard, then through the window, and finally seeping through the lace curtain to spatter on the opposite wall. The only sound was the ticking of the cuckoo clock that had hung in the hallway as long as I could remember.

Tick. Tick. Tick. On it went. I wasn’t quite sleepy yet. Lying in my soft warm daybed, I stared at the ceiling counting the cracks in the aged paint. Eventually, sometime after seventy-three, I discerned shapes in some of them. I was examining one particular group that looked exactly like a silhouette of a dog, when I heard a distant barking. I found the timing of little Fluffy from down the street rather comical, and smirked.

Suddenly, I realized it didn’t seem so dark in my room as it had moments before. I scanned the chamber for the source of this new illumination. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when my eyes landed on the door. It was closed tight, but a bright blue light shone around it so forcibly that it threatened to push the door right off its hinges. I lay there petrified with fear, unable to move. I wondered if I might have fallen asleep without noticing and seamlessly drifted into a strange nightmare. I hoped.

Paralyzed, I kept my eyes locked on the door. I watched as the handle slowly began to turn. I shut fast my eyes and held my breath. I didn’t know what was coming. I wanted to wake up from the dream. At least, I thought I was dreaming. I wanted to scream, but that never works properly in dreams. I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. Through my sealed eyes I could see the light filling the room but heard no sound. The cuckoo clock wasn’t ticking.

I decided to peek. I reluctantly pried my eyes open. There was a bright shiny surgical lamp, or something like it, right over me. I was still lying unable to move, but not from fear this time. I wasn’t in my room, nor my bed, and couldn’t remember being moved.

I was surrounded by strange looking creatures, and all my limbs were securely fastened to the cold metal table with straps of a material I didn’t recognize. I was so cold. I shivered as I struggled against my bonds, and I did scream. It was a loud earsplitting shriek that shook the room and turned even my own blood to ice. It was the most vivid scream I’d ever dreamed.

The creatures moved around me. They were bipeds, walking upright, and judging from the scientific feel of my new cell, they were highly intelligent. Two oversized lidless eyes sat on each of their bulbous heads. Some of the eyes were pale blue, and some acid green but otherwise almost human. Their smooth looking grayish skin reminded me of dolphins. So did the slits for nostrils they had in place of noses that opened and closed the same way a blowhole would with every breath. Their mouths were the same type of slits, but more controlled. They had something that resembled hair but was more like an elegant fin protruding from the top of the head and laying in different hair like patterns. Seven tentacle looking fingers dangled from the ends of their hands. These were prehensile and powerful yet gentle depending on the need. They didn’t wear clothes and I cannot explain the genitals with words, not that I would want to describe them. I saw nothing on their bodies that could have passed for any kind of ears, yet they undoubtedly heard my scream.

A couple of the creatures murmured something almost inaudible however in a language unlike anything I’d ever heard. It almost sounded like singing, bad singing in sort of melancholy yet creepy tones. One nodded to the other and immediately raised an odd looking huge metal syringe, that was more like a toy in appearance than an actual medical instrument. It happened so fast. Before I could scream again I felt it pierce my shoulder nearly to the bone. The pain was unreal, even for a dream, but I went out so quickly that I didn’t have time to register it then.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I reached over and hit the switch to turn off my alarm. I was comfortably in my bed. What an insane dream that had been. I stretched and moved to get out of my bed feeling as though I hadn’t moved my arms or legs for some time. The pain in my shoulder shot through me, the same shoulder that was punctured in the dream. “It was a dream,” I firmly told myself. But was it?

The End

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