The first time I saw one was a couple of years ago... I think. I was soaking in the bath, with the lights off, in hopes that it would help to sooth my throbbing head.
The stupid cat couldn't decide which side of the door it wanted to be on so, as nobody else was home, I left the door ajar. Just open enough so that I could see his face, peeking around the door frame.
But then, he disappeared. At first, I thought he had just finally made up his tiny mind but then something else replaced him to cover the crack of light, which had been my only comfort.
It was what looked to be a green arm, sort of scaly, but not quite. Lines of flesh were missing, as if the skin was no softer than margarine, and someone had just ran a finger through it. But the hand that was connected to this arm didn't have fingers. It has sharp, knuckled points. The only other part of this creature I could see was it's eye. Although, it looked like the type that could have many. The eye was very large, and gooey, and sitting directly to the left of the creased, green shoulder. It looked as if the arm was coming out of it's head.
I burst out of the bathroom as fast as I could put on a towel. I couldn't be sure what I had seen, that's if I had seen anything at all. Foremost on my mind was the possibility, (and strong hope), that I had dreamt it.
I searched the house with no result. If, indeed, I had seen anything, it had long gone. So, it seemed, had the cat.
I spent most of the day recovering from the events of the morning. By the time I had finally gone to bed, the sun had gone down.
I awoke to a gentle, intermittent, nudging. I tried to protest, only to discover that I could not speak. In fact, I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't turn to see what was piercing my neck, although, perhaps that was for the best.
Whatever the thing had put in my neck, it had knocked me out, and when I awoke I was still unable to move, although this time it was due to the fact that I was glued to the creatures back with some sort of sticky fibre.
The blood rushed to my head as it descended into the Earth and I passed out once again.
I awoke, naked, to the warm sun light pouring in from the hole, which was directly above a pool full of, what looked like, cold tar. There was no wildlife or greenery growing in my new home. It was grey and rocky, with pointed bits of stone sprouting from both the rough ground and from the low ceiling. Some bits even formed pillars to hold the jagged roof up. I could see a crack that went completely around the large circular structure I was enclosed in, and light trickled through it. If there was an escape root, that would be it, but then why wouldn't any of the other men down here have left?
Yes. There were others here too.
The creature that had paralyzed me turned out to be a beast that resembled a giant mosquito, but on no part of it's body could be seen a green, scaly arm or a large, gooey eye. I found out what the creature was as, every night, they wait until we sleep to begin their feeding. The pain comes without warning, but is over quickly.
The first time they ate me wasn't half as jarring as what immediately followed. They dragged me to the edge of the black, tar-ry pool, and then nudged me in. I sank completely to the bottom and remained there until the morning, when I awoke and fought my way to the surface to find myself unscathed. It happens every night, and each time, I emerge from that pool with no sign of injury.
The pool isn't perfect however, every time it heals me, more mistakes appear. For one thing, my hair is falling out. There's also something pointy growing on my left hand, and some teeth growing out of my shoulder. The others are afraid of me... I can't say I blame them.
