What the…?

What the…?

I awoke to the sound of screeching tires outside my bedroom window, which was odd. Following the tire sound, flashing lights poured through my window, like those of an emergency rescue vehicle. That was also odd. 

You see, I live alone in a cabin in a forest. There are no roads that go by my cabin. I must cut through the woods to get to anything resembling a road or path. I prefer living that way. The nearest pathway a vehicle can take is over 2 miles from where I reside. 

So, where were these sights and sounds coming from?

I got up slowly and made my way to the back window. It was still too dark to see anything. I quickly put on some clothes and went to the front door. As I opened it, I realized I was not where I thought I should be. Looking out from the door, about 50 yards from it, was what appeared to be a well-paved road where there should have been just trees. Situated on that road was some sort of vehicle. It had wheels, which would have explained the screeching noise; however, its shape was no car, truck, or van I had ever seen. 

Hovering over the vehicle was some sort of flying saucer, with lights flashing of many different colors. 

Walking towards my cabin was a tall figure. It appeared to be human-shaped, except for being over 8 feet tall, and, in the reflected light from the hovering ship, was certainly not a shade of color native to my world. 

As this creature approached me, I felt like a deer in headlights. I couldn’t move. At first, I thought it was only due to awe of what I was seeing or maybe just fright. Then I realized that I really couldn’t move. 

Somewhere in my head, I heard lots of sounds, which seemed to be emanating from the creature approaching me. The sounds seemed like words and kept changing in pitch, pace, and content. It was like someone trying to speak to me in multiple languages simultaneously. I tried to focus on what those sounds meant when the sounds morphed in my head into English, a language I could speak and understand. 

“What are you doing here?” were the first words I comprehended.

Before I could reply, everything went black. 

 

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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