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Alien Abduction

Alien Abduction

by Kynan Patram

The nurse led John across the threshold into the dimly lit dormitory, which was divided into a dozen cubicles, each one housing a cot, a shelf and a small closet. She ushered him into a vacant one in the far corner, and said, “This will be yours.”

John strode into the center of it, dropped his bag at his feet and gazed around blankly.

“Breakfast will be at eight tomorrow,” said the nurse. “If you need anything, just let me know. My name is Sara.” Then she disappeared back through the entrance.

John had just unzipped the front of his jacket and sat on the bed, placing his face in his hands and sucking in a deep breath, when he heard a sharp voice.

“Do you see that? It’s them! I know it. They’re coming!”

John blinked rapidly and then stood up to peer above the wall of his cubicle. A gaunt and gangly man with white frazzled hair shooting up in every which direction and a long grizzled beard stood before a large window, craning his neck and staring up at the night sky.

The man turned his head sharply to John, wild eyed. “They’ll be here any minute now. I know it.” His body trembled. “I can feel it!”

John stared at him blankly.

The man tilted his head to the side and glared at John. Then he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Why aren’t you afraid?” His fingers twitched and jumped about erratically as he spoke. “Don’t you know what they’re capable of?”

John shrugged.

“Come here!” ordered the man at last, beckoning John forward wildly with his hand. “C’mon, I’ll show you.” But when John remained rooted where he stood, the man raised his voice into a shriek. “Come here! Let me show you! Do you not fear for your life? This is no game, man. You could be next!” He bugged out his eyes.

John looked around the dormitory, scratching his head. Then he looked at the man again, and he waved John over with even more animation, his body bouncing up and down at his knees.

“There! See!” cried the man, ducking into a crouch and pointing up through the glass.

John reluctantly sauntered over to the window and stopped beside the man before gazing up into the night. After a moment, he looked over at the man.

The man turned to John abruptly. “Right now, they’re planning their attack. Oh! It won’t be long. I just know it.” Then he raised a hand to his head and began winding and twisting strands of grizzled hair haphazardly around his fingers.

John watched him curiously.

Suddenly the man jerked upright and shot his hand in the air again, pointing toward the dark sky. “You see that star – the bright one?” John looked into the sky again. “They took me there,” the man went on, intertwining his fingers neurotically. “Oh, it was awful! Simply dreadful. I don’t even want to talk about what they did to me. Horrible things. Horrible, horrible things!”

John blinked several times.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said the man, eyeing him suspiciously. “I know exactly what you’re thinking.” He wagged a blurry finger in front of John’s face. “They can’t get us in here – but you’re wrong! The security is tight here, no question about that. But there’s no place they can’t get into. It’s only a matter of time before they breach the front doors.” He started biting on his lower lip frantically.

John rubbed his nose and blinked some more.

At last the man sighed wearily and then slowly sank to the floor, where he pulled his knees up to his chin and started rocking back and forth. “Oh, it’s no use,” he muttered. “Even if we were fully prepared, it would do us no good, don’t you see?”

John glanced down at him and frowned.

“You think we’re doomed, don’t you?” said the man in a weak, shallow voice. “You think there’s nothing that can save us now. I can see it in your face.” The man twitched convulsivey and stared idly in front of him for a brief moment, spacing out, then suddenly glared at John and screamed, “But you’re wrong, dammit!” And he leapt to his feet, grabbed John by the shoulders and pulled him close. “You’re wrong about that! Don’t lose hope, man!”

John snapped his head back away from the man’s face, tearing his eyes from the man’s intense gaze and cast it on the empty dorm.

“Mark my words, the aliens are coming,” whispered the man, his eyes shifting sideways. “And there’s no telling what they’ll do.” He released his grip on John’s shoulders and paced slowly backward several steps, his eyes flashing in bewilderment.

“I know,” John said finally, smiling with satisfaction. He looked around the dormitory cautiously. It was empty. Then he stared back at the man, sadistically, and stepped forward. “We’re already here. I’m one of them.”

The man’s mouth fell open. “You ...” he gasped in horror, his eyes widening. “No!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands over his mouth. “You’re here to take me, aren’t you?”

John stared him down, menacingly.

Aren’t you?” bellowed the man, recoiling in fear and throwing his hands up in front of his face.

When the man peeked through his long, wiry fingers, John nodded emphatically. “I am.”

The man’s face instantly flushed. Then he staggered backwards before fainting and collapsing into a heap on the floor.


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