Invasion

I bolted awake, shooting straight up to a sitting position. My body and sheets were drenched in a cold sweat, and my heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to explode.

What the hell? I think to myself. I think back to where I just was. Jumping out of bed, I clasp my hand over my mouth to keep the vomit from spraying onto the floor while I run to the bathroom.

Once I calmed down, I reflected on what happened last night. I awoke to find myself lying on a steel table. I looked around the room where I was, and it was like the slate gray interior came from one mold. The room was oval. There were seats built into the walls, as one continuous bench. There were no seams. No separation.

When I turned my face back around, creatures were surrounding me. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. My body was paralyzed. The only thing I could move was my eyes. My eyes darted to each monster. Images of destruction and annihilation flooded my mind. I was piercing into soulless evil.

Jesus, save me!

In the next breath, is when I bolted awake in my bed at home. I tried to shake it off as a vivid nightmare. But I've had plenty of those. I knew this was different. But for my sanity, I pushed it as far down as it would go.

What does this have to do with anything? My nightmare came to life one night. And no one was expecting the terror that lay ahead of us!


In the dead of night, a blinding light split the sky, illuminating the small town below. In an instant, the aliens were standing before those of us who ran outside to see what was happening. They were unlike anything the world had ever seen. Their twisted forms sent a chill down the spine of all those who gazed upon them.

They must have been fifteen to twenty feet tall. Their skin was wrinkled and overlapping, one fold upon the other. Their eyes were as big as tennis balls and just as round, Black as a moonless night, except for the glowing red pupil in the middle. Their arms and legs were lanky and out of proportion and moved in a jerky manner.

With each step that they took the ground withered and died beneath them, leaving a trail of desolation in their wake. A deafening voice boomed into the night, echoing in the minds of all who heard it.

"We are the harbingers of truth," it intoned, sending a shiver of dread through the crowd. The aliens spoke of ancient prophecies and impending doom. Their words leave the townspeople paralyzed with fear.

As their grip tightened on Earth, the aliens revealed their true purpose — to claim humanity as their own. Panic spread like wildfire as the people realized the grim fate that awaited them. As the night wore on, the aliens stalked the street, their dark unblinking eyes fixed on the prey. Those who were caught were never seen again. Their fates are unknown to the terrified survivors who huddled together in the dark.

As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the aliens vanished as swiftly as they had come, leaving behind nothing but a barren wasteland. The townspeople were left to ponder the chilling truth — that they were not alone in the universe. There were far darker forces at play than they could ever imagine.

The blare of the alarm clock pulled me from my deep dream-induced sleep. I slam my hand down to stop the constant beeping and sat up. Glancing to my right, my breath catches in my chest, and my heart skips a beat. I catch my reflection in my bedroom mirror. Staring back at me are soul-less black eyes with fire-red centers.

(651 Words)


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