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    Be the first one to review this title by clicking the box below! Billy carefully climbed over the log they were hiding behind and crawled on his hands and knees to the top of the hill. Cindy heard him gasp and looked up to see his eyes almost as big as saucers. He motioned for her frantically. Over the top of the hill they could see the light emanating from what looked like a large boulder protruding from the next hillside.

    It was probably half a football field from where they sat. It had an organic shape like a rock but from what they could see, the surface looked smooth and black with washes of dark grey and shiny specs scattered across it.

    The specs seemed to swirl and move. They thought it must be a trick in the moonlight. What the Hell is that? It seemed to collect itself into a series of lines and angles which formed the outline of a pattern of large honeycomb shapes. After several seconds, a group of the large hexagons in the middle of the shape appeared to part creating an opening that was at least twelve feet tall and equally as wide.

    The opening was filled with yellow light and rolling fog began erupting from it and onto the ground. The siblings gasped in uniform as they saw shadows and outlines fill the space. Billy wanted to run.

    So did Cindy. It was like watching a trainwreck.

    They saw the first of three large, insect-like bodies emerge from the opening. Even at this distance, and even though they seemed to be hunched over, they were taller than any of the professional basketball players they had ever seen. Each had two long, gangly arms and four legs.

    The arms ended in something that looked more like pinchers but with three prongs. Large segmented eyes took up at least half of the top of their head. Above those sprouted antennae which were constantly moving. They wore sashes. The sashes appeared to be different colors, but it was hard to say in the light. Each retrieved a different shaped tool and began to work.

    The first one out appeared to be painting the exterior of the vessel with white light. As it moved the large beam around, colors and patterns would swirl on the outside of the craft. When it came to a large red spot it retrieved another device from its sash and began directing it around the anomalous color until the red faded away.

    The second and third creatures walked to opposite ends of the craft. They each planted a softball size orb into the ground. It began giving off pulsating lights. After a few seconds, the lights were pulsing in harmony. A fourth creature had emerged. The overall shape was more like a human.

    It had two legs instead of four and the long arms ended in something much closer to hands. The eyes were large but still smaller than the others and it appeared to be wearing a shirt and pair of pants. It was making clicking sounds and the others responded in like kind.

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    The kids watched in disbelief as the smaller creature stopped making sounds. Walking felt harder than it should be, and I stumbled off the chilly asphalt, wincing as sharp gravel dug into my feet.

    My bare feet? I stopped and looked down. Chipped pink nail polish peeked through the dirt. Mud caked the legs of my pants, leaving the hems stiff. My vision clouded and dulled, as if a gray film had been dropped over my eyes. As I stared at the weathered asphalt under j e n n i fe r l. Something dark and oily seeped over the rocks, slipping through the cracks. Sucking in a sharp gasp, I blinked and the image was gone. Hands trembling, I raised them. They were also covered with dirt and scratches.

    My nails were broken, bloodied. A silver ring wrapped, encased in soil, around my thumb. Air froze in my chest as my gaze crawled over my arms. The sleeves of my sweater were torn, revealing pale flesh covered in bruises and gashes. My legs started to shake as I swayed forward. I tried to remember how this had happened, but my head was empty—a black void where nothing existed. A car drove by, coasting to a stop a few feet in front of me.

    Somewhere in the trenches of my subconscious, I recognized the flashing red and blue lights as a source of safety. Adams County?

    A flash of familiarity came and went. He said something into the radio on his shoulder before he looked at me.

    He looked young for a deputy. Barely out of high school and able to carry a gun seemed wrong somehow. Was I in high school? Clear- ing my throat, I winced as the motion scratched and pulled. His smile strained. The knots started twist- ing more. That was how it felt. My eyes started to tear up. Only bad people sat behind the glass in police cruisers. I wanted to object, but before I could say anything, he settled me into the seat and wrapped a coarse blanket around my shoulders.

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    Before he locked me in the bad part of the car, he knelt and smiled reassuringly. They were cold and sterile, smelling like disinfectant and desperation.

    Deputy Rhode left me once the doctors started a battery of tests. My pupils were checked, X-rays were done, and my blood was taken. The nurses bandaged the side of my head and cleaned the numerous wounds. A nurse eventually wheeled in a cart laden with a set of ominous-looking instruments and a camera. Why was there a camera? She silently bagged my clothes after giving me a scratchy hospital gown to change into. She smiled when she looked at me, just as the deputy had.

    False and well practiced. They gave me the creeps. It was even worse when she made me scoot down.

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    A surge of embarrassment shocked me. This is so awkward. My breath caught. After a couple of minutes, tears streaked my cheeks. The nurse seemed used to it because she did her thing and left without say- ing another word.

    I curled up under the thin blanket, pulling my knees to my chest. I stayed like that, with my empty thoughts, until I fell asleep. I dreamed of falling—falling endlessly into the darkness, over and over again. There were screams—shrill sounds that raised the tiny hairs on my body—and then nothing but a soft, lulling sound I found comforting.

    Upon waking the following morning, I decided to start small. What was my name? I had to have one, but there was nothing I could grasp onto.

    Rolling onto my back, I yelped as the IV pulled on my hand. Beside me, there was a plastic cup of water. I sat up slowly and grabbed the cup. It shook in my hand, sloshing water over the blanket. Water—there was something about water. Dark, oily water. I liked him.

    His smile was genu- ine, fatherly.

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