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Wednesday, 21 January 2015

ALIENS


Cathy McCain began re-positioning to her right side, on the cozy king-sized bed that she shared with her husband, and then stopped dead.  Her eyes flipped open.  Her heart pounded against her chest.  What was that sound?
She listened to the tapping sound coming from her living room and raised her head off the pillow, clutching a fistful of her blanket and pulling it to her chest.  She glanced at her wall-clock nestling against her bedroom wall.  The time was 3:15 A.M.
“Keith,” she whispered in the darkness enveloping her bedroom as she stretched her left arm and groped for Keith, attempting to rouse him from sleep.  “Keith, there is someone in our home.”  The noise stopped.  She froze, and then snapped out of it, tugging at her husband lying beside her.  He was fast asleep, and snored ever so loud.  She glanced at his limp, lean body, deciding whether to hide between the sheets on her bed, or wear her bold hat and head for her living room.
She heard something.  She was a light sleeper, unlike her husband Keith.
Five minutes, or so, eased by without another sound.  She sighed with relief, but still felt the need to awaken her husband to tone down the snoring, but he just will not stir, let alone waken.  Suddenly, the hair on her neck bristled.  She sensed being watched and felt numbness creeping up from her feet up to her waistline. 
A buzzing sound, similar to a bee’s, reverberated in the pitch-dark bedroom.  The air became dense, making it arduous to breathe.  She panted and slowly glanced to her right.  A blood-curdling scream escaped her lips, but to her dismay, she did not produce a sound.
Instinctively, she pulled her blanket over her head and buried her face in her husband’s back.  She could hear his faint breathing.  What was that thing I just saw?  Her adrenaline shot up, and she wished she could evaporate into Keith’s body.  She gasped for air, and then began to hear things in her head.
“Don’t be afraid.  We won't hurt you,” she heard whatever invaded her home say to her.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to keep her blanket over her head, but it would not stay.  Invisible hands pulled it out of her grasp and paralyzed her.  A bluish, white light illuminated her bedroom.  Involuntarily, she turned to face the most despicable entity she had ever imagined existed in this world.
The sight she beheld was too much to take in all at once.  She shrieked and struggled to turn her head away from the three, skinny figures, with massive heads and black set of shiny eyes bigger than the bottom of a beer bottle, but to her dismay, she could not elude those terrifying, soul-searching eyes.  They had taken control over her body, and her mind.  She whimpered and shut her eyes, but the images were alive in her head.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” she said to the intruders as she cowered in fright.  “Keith, get up.  Help me!  One of the aliens stepped forward.  He was tall, white, and looked a little bit human, but ugly as well.  He seemed familiar to her.  She had seen him before, but she could not recall where and how she had met with an entity very different from her kind.
“We won’t hurt you.  You are one of us,” the tall, familiar one communicated telepathically and calmly.  Cathy tried to nod her head in disagreement, and when she could not do it, she fought with her mind.
“I am not one of you.  I will never be one of you,” she said, screaming loud enough to wake up her comatose husband if she were speaking with her voice.
“We are your family, the familiar alien replied.”
“You are not my family.  Go back to the hell you came from,” she blurted out aloud.  All her fear seemed to disappear with anger replacing it.  The familiar alien stretched his hairless hand and touched Cathy’s lips.  Cathy whimpered and became remorseful, like a child.  From there on, she said nothing.
She screamed again when levitated off her bed, and felt nude as her nightgown dangled beneath her bottom.  Moments after, she regained some sort of sensation from her neck down to her feet, and began to glide over her bed.  From that point on, she knew they had her.  With tear-filled eyes, she glanced at her sleeping husband, whom she was married to for two and a half years, and wondered why he couldn't hear her desperate cry for help.
“He will be alright.  He is in a switch-off state,” the five feet, eleven inches tall, familiar alien said to her calmly, but Cathy was more worried about her own safety.  He seemed safe in their home, but she could not vouch for herself.
The other two accompanying aliens positioned themselves, one on her left, and the other on her right.  She took a mental note of their height.  Although, she was not proficient in Mathematics, she estimated their height between five feet one inch, or five feet two inches.  They glided together toward her now slightly lit living room and found to her horror that there were two more aliens waiting for them.
After a few telepathic conversation between them, with some screeching sounds emanating from their slit, immovable mouth, both aliens held onto her hands, making her recoil with disgust.  The aliens wrapped their prickly hands, with four fingers without thumbs around hers as she glided by them to her living room wall.  Her eyes bulged as they drew too close to her wall.  When it became apparent to her that it was the aliens’ exit route, she opened her mouth and sucked in air, shutting her eyes in fear of colliding with the wall.
“O God!”  Cathy muttered when they reappeared somewhere in a dense forest.  The ominous sounds of nocturnal crickets, and animals greeted her.  “This is it!  Tears began to cloud her vision.  “I am dead.”  She attempted to withdraw and run for dear life, but the little aliens just shoved her forward, toward the reddish, glowing firelight before them.  As they approached what Cathy would have described as a magnificent enigma, it grew larger and scarier before her eyes.  An oval-shaped, silver transporter awaited them.  They moved closer to it, and her nightgown clung to her skin, as if clinging for dear life.  They came to a halt a few feet away from the craft.
Cathy glanced around her with the aid of the skylight, and was shocked and thankful that she was not the only human in the forest with the aliens.  Some of her fellow abductees stood by, about seven of them; male and female, and were hysterical.  Her eyes wandered as she gazed at the people looking as pathetic as she was, and then her eyes fell on a particular female abductee.  She gaped in shock.  “O God, not Amber!”  She took a closer look at her introvert neighbor.  “Oh, my God, It’s Amber!” 
Amber Melrose was scantily clad in a hooker attire.  Cathy gawked in absolute surprise.  The things people do in the privacy of their home!  She stared at Amber long enough to draw her attention, but Amber looked… lost, as if her soul abandoned her.
Cathy felt a slight shove behind her.  Spontaneously, everyone lined up like mannequins on a production line and began gliding into the oval craft with hands stiff on everyone’s sides.  A bright, intense light enveloped them as they moved toward the craft that opened like a clam beneath it, sucking in Cathy and the others with her.
Once in the craft, immediately, she noticed the aliens’ preference for white color: the floor, the benches up against the wall, and the hallway was all white, except for the gray aliens zipping past them like busy bees.  Doors opened and shut as they walked along a long, white hallway that seemed to go on without end.  God, they are so ugly, Cathy thought as they finally stopped in a room full of gray aliens.  Her fear resumed when they began to separate the men from the women.  She had felt a little at ease when she spotted the men among them.  There were three men abducted.  One seemed like a body builder dressed in his boxers.  Looking at him and Amber, she thought it wise to have slept in her nightie.
Cathy turned around, and there was Amber beside her, but Amber would not look at her.  A gray alien appeared and took Amber away to another room.  The familiar alien came forward and led Cathy away through a hallway.  Doors opened and shut after them.
“Where are you taking me?”  Cathy asked with fear.
“You’ll see,” the familiar alien replied calmly.  Suddenly, she felt calmness around her.  There was an aura of love and of acceptance around her.  She began to feel at ease, that is, until they entered what she saw as a laboratory.  She froze.
 “We are going to perform a minor procedure on you,” he said.
“A procedure?” she replied, her heart thumping.  “Why?”
“It is necessary for your health,” the alien replied.
“I don’t want….”
One of the gray aliens on standby glanced at the familiar alien, and instantly, Cathy was up in the air, in a supine position, floating smoothly to a long, suspended silver table.
“How dare you?” she fumed.  “Put me down.  You have no permission to treat me this way.”
“Yes, we do,” said the familiar alien.
The little grays stood around the table as one of them gently placed her on the cold, steel table.  She shivered and glanced at the assorted surgical instruments arranged beside her head, and went berserk.  She thrashed about, her limbs flailing everywhere as she screamed aloud, making the two gray aliens standing beside her back up from her.  The familiar alien stepped forward.
“Be still.  You might hurt yourself if you do not stop, he said.
“I don’t care.  Get me out of here,” she screamed.  The familiar alien raised his hand and touched her lips.  Cathy muted, and her hands stiffened beside her, making her uncomfortable.
“You will be alright.  You are special,” the familiar alien, as her nightgown came off her body.  She protested in her mind, and flinched when one of the grays stepped forward, spread his coarse and ugly hands on her body, and began examining her.  She thought to punch him in those lidless eyes.  She knew they could read her thoughts, but at that point, she did not mind.  They had violated her privacy.  No other man had ever seen her nude except her husband, who had no idea where she was.  Tears slowly flowed down her eyes that she had shut from staring at the horror hovering over her as they worked on her body.
“You will pay for this, all of you,” she said telepathically, but the familiar alien replied in his peculiar calm voice.
“You are so naive.  You won’t remember any of this experience.”
“I will remember everything,” Cathy said, opening her eyes and instantly wished she did not.  The alien doctor held a machine, with a long needle similar to an epidural needle, over her right nose.  Her eyes goggled in horror.
“Hell, no!” she screamed in her head as the long needle, with a tiny, shiny object slid into her nose.  She shut her eyes and stiffened, ready for a searing pain to tear through her head, but surprisingly, she felt no pain.  Cathy had a phobia of needles.  She would rather opt for doses of tablets than let a sharp, pointed object penetrate through her skin, how much more her nostril.
“It’s a regulator,” she heard the familiar alien say in her head.  It’s to control your hormonal balance,” he lied.  Next, the alien doctor took another foreign object and inserted it into her body, but this time, it went through her vagina.  She cringed.  Helpless and upset, Cathy cried uncontrollably.  The aliens did not only abduct her, but they sexually violated and incapacitated her.  Rage and anger filled her entire being as the familiar alien let her off the steel table and led her out of the laboratory.  He permitted her to put her nightgown back on and said he was sorry she had to go through this procedure, and that she should take a walk with him.  He calmed her down as you would a baby.
“There is something you must see before returning home,” he said to her.  She turned her head slightly to him, but avoided his eyes.
“I get to go home?” she said, and sniffled, a little relieved by the news of her returning home.
“Yes, but you must promise to keep this dream a secret.  It is all a dream,” the familiar alien said.
“If I am dreaming, I would like to wake up now.”
“You must watch this revelation first, and see how important your cooperation means to all of us.  We are helping humans prevent Urantia from destruction,” the familiar alien said.  Cathy’s forehead wrinkled.
“What’s Urantia?” she asked.
“Urantia is what you call Earth.
Obviously, the Earth’s destruction by humans was news to her.  She had no idea what he was talking about, but she wanted to get everything over with and wake up from her nightmare.  They entered a slightly lit room and then stopped.
A screen appeared, and what seemed like a fast-forward Armageddon movie played on the screen.  At first, Cathy’s brow furrowed, then she got concerned when she saw people dying, and fire engulfing the face of the Earth.  It seemed too real to ignore.
She sensed some pairs of eyes observing her reaction to what she was watching on the screen.  At a point, she shut her eyes from seeing the horror, but no matter how much she tried to avoid watching it, her focus returned right back at it.  They obviously wanted her to soak in everything.  Soon, she heard them communicating telepathically, and she understood what they were saying.

“She seems to buy it,” she heard one of them say, and then a deafening clap sound reverberated around her.  She blacked out.

ABUSED

ABUSED
Twelve-year-old Mary Braga prays all the time, much more than other little girls her age. Every Sunday, before she goes to the Sunday-school class taught by her own father, she cries and begs for the bad thing not to happen again. She prays that Daddy will get better, that he’ll quit hurting her in the way that makes her feel like she wants to throw up. She especially prays that her mother will figure it out and rescue her. Despite such horrific circumstances, Mary is thankful for one thing: Daddy isn’t hurting her little sister Lucy. As long as his focus is elsewhere, he won’t have a reason to…right? That’s what Mary believes, but that won’t last forever. She knows Lucy is in danger of being their father’s next victim. It’s only a matter of time. When Mary’s mother dies, the web of incest and deceit unravels, and Mary’s worst nightmare comes to life. Now it’s time for her to put aside hopes and wishes, summon courage she’s not even sure she has, and face the monster that’s ripped her life and her family apart.

Bully

ALIENS

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