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Between 2 & 3 A.M. December 16, 1957

Old Saybrook, Connecticut, USA

A flash of light startled her awake. Did she somehow sleep through her alarm? Was it noon? No. The light was too bright - so painfully bright - like stadium lights pointed directly into her bedroom. And the room was hot. Hot and dry. Groggy, she stumbled to the window and pulled its curtains aside. She easily saw what beamed from the second floor: it looked like an airplane had crashed. Jagged, torn in two, the piloting end hovered above her clothesline. ...Hovered?! Yes, it hovered above it! Shocked, confused, and on alert, she studied the object floating in midair. It was large, 6 or 7 feet thick, and three times as long, with two square windows on its side. It was no plane.


Behind the craft's windows, two... things... moved around. They stretched and bobbed and slithered slowly by like two fat worms. Passing each other, both held their right arm in the air; at least, it looked sort of like an arm. The appendage had no discernible features: no hands, no fingers, no claws, no suction cups. The long, red growth connected to a strange, sickly yellow body that flared out like a long skirt. Most frightening, however, were their big, translucent, cube-shaped heads. Inside each was a perfectly round, glowing, blood-red sphere.


As the things paced inside, the balls seemed motionless, fixed in place. With horror, she realized her room was no longer bright white but an upsetting red. She could feel the orbs' vibrant glow with a million electric tingles. The balls were fixated on her.


Frozen in place, she watched as the craft began to move. It angled up and down as an antenna sprouted from the left side, pulsating with the same red color. The things inside stilled, watching her. Light beamed not only from within the ship but from its outer hull. The light hurt; as it intensified, she was blinded and felt her skin crisp. Then, the antennae and its light retracted, and the ship dulled. Both windows disappeared like a closing sliding door and extinguished the red glow. Shifting on a horizontal plane, rotating at different angles, the craft paused, quivering, and shot directly upward.


Her deep, shaky exhale was the only sound she'd heard in the last 5 - or was it 50? - minutes.

August 1, 2026 at 12:21:03 PM

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