Lemonade Print

IV. Abnormal Meetings

It was a cold spring night, the only sounds heard were the soft snores coming from the dogs at the end of my bed. There I lay restless, as if my head was filled with helium and my body was filled with concrete. I tossed and turned, my blanket falling to the ground with a thud. Sighing loudly I ran my hands down my face. They were cold, a shiver went down my spine as I folded them together. The ceiling was a dull gray shade, little plastic glow-in-the-dark stars strung about everywhere. Something wasn't right about tonight. The feeling of confusion sat at the bottom of my throat. I rose off my bed, bones aching as I did. My attempt to not wake my dogs led to a full on face plant. Cursing, I looked at my dogs, now full awake, staring out the window. I had forgotten to close it. 

Solemnly, I crept to the wide, door like window. It was only open a small crack, but the freezing wind still found it's way in. I shivered as I trotted forwards. My eyes concentrated on the door almost didn't catch the reflection of someone or something outside. I halted, my breath getting caught in my lungs. It couldn't be, or could it? Out along my garden sat a particularly peculiar shaped object that hovered slightly from the ground. I was frozen in disbelief. Suddenly, my dogs started barking and clambering towards the window. Quickly, I slammed it shut and yelled at my dogs to be quiet. I didn't want to alarm whoever, or whatever was out there.

As slowly as I could, I laced up my boots. I needed to see what was out there, eye to eye. My breath was shallow and silent as I crept my way down my flight of stairs. They were old and creaked whenever you stepped hard enough on them. The only light illuminating the house was the moonlight. The kitchen was to the left of me, which lead over to the kitchen. I needed to make it to the back door. The noises of the house made it eerie. Every step I took made a new one. Soon I reached the kitchen, from there I could see the object more clearly. Was that a... UFO? Now fully aware of the situation, I raced to the sun room, across from the kitchen, grabbing my Polaroid camera. There was no way in hell I was missing the chance to photograph a literal UFO. That is if it's actually real. As quickly as I could, I ran to the door. My hand shook on the handle. I slid it open just enough for me to squeeze out of. My heart started to speed up. My head was fogging up. 

Fear settled into my bones. There, in the middle of my garden, sat a perfectly rounded UFO. Beaming white lights made the garden look almost ethereal. I lifted my camera, just one picture is all I needed. I snapped the picture, and shook it as fast as I could. My fear turned into excitement as the picture started to show. My heart dropped. Perfectly in the middle of the picture was an alien.

My eyes darted up, and to my horror the alien was there. My face went pale and my mouth got dry. There was now only feet between me and my alien visitor. My hands started to shake viciously, and every part of my mind to me to run, but I couldn't. Something about this extraterrestrial being intrigued me. Gulping loudly, I raised my chin towards it, trying to show some sort of dominance in the situation. 

"Hey, You there," I bellowed out, "Who do you think you are crashing into my garden like that?" It didn't say anything. IT only seemed to look at me as if I was the extraterrestrial being. Maybe I was? Without a moments notice it began to walk. My body froze again and I felt like throwing up. It didn't look anything like I would have guessed. 

 As it grew closer to me I could make out facial features. It's gaze was like a fire, four perfectly placed eyes stared into my being. It's mouth was set into a permanent disgruntled look. It was a shade of dark gold which glimmered in the rays of the UFO. I stood around 6'7". I was like a small child next to it. There it stood, looking down into my fearful brown eyes. It was almost like a dream. Or a very realistic day dream. I reached my hand out cautiously, my fingers running across it's arm. It's skin was smooth and almost felt like silk. I watched my every movement around it.