Showing posts with label supernatural. Show all posts
Showing posts with label supernatural. Show all posts

Friday, March 6, 2015

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY...THE PODS



No one remembers when the first one appeared.  Mr. Fletcher thinks it's some high school kids just playing a prank, but it is too big for kids to have put there. My best friend, Tommy, says old man Harper is just crazy enough to do it but I don't think so. No one wants to say it, but everyone is thinking it's just like something out of The Twilight Zone. 

Aliens are here.

Although it's not gonna be the little green men kind cuz these are no flying saucers. No, this is more like a big ol' can of chili beans lying on its side in the middle of the Westler's back forty. Then, before you can even wrap your head about the one being there, another pops up overnight not three hundred yards from the first one. Then another one this past Tuesday. Then another one yesterday.

Pretty soon you can't swivel your head in any direction without seeing one. You go to bed whispering your prayers while scratching your head a wondering just where the heck they are coming from and crossing your fingers that there won't be more in the morning.

But then you wake up, peak out your kitchen window and there they sit, staring back like a pack of coyotes hungering for their first meal in a long time and you are topping the snack list.

And just when you think nothing can get any weirder, the humming starts up. I was headed over to Tommy's house to do our homework before checking out the latest additions to "pod pack" as we like to call those things, when all of a sudden I can hear it.

Low at first, the humming is just loud enough to catch my attention and I turn in all directions, wondering where the strange sound is coming from. Then I realize it is coming from the hundreds of mounds spread out for miles across the countryside. Louder and louder the humming grows until I even begin to make out distinctive tones within the sounds...like each pod is calling out to its neighbor and all of them are counting down to something.

But what????



Monday, September 24, 2012

Hint Of A Whisper







The first time I heard the voice I was outside.  Just a hint of a whisper but enough to make me hesitate in the middle of hanging the wet clothes out to dry.  The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and goose bumps rippled up my arms as I heard it again...

"Sally."

Just one word floating on the wind, but enough to chill my blood.  I hadn't felt that scared since Tommy put a spider down my back last year in fifth grade.  I pulled my thin sweater closer to me and hugged my arms to my chest as I slowly looked around the back yard.  I knew there was no one out back but me and yet I had to be sure.

"Sally."

There it was again.  As if that spooky voice knew I was there and was wanting me to search for it.  I lay Pa's overalls back in the wicker basket and turn toward the back of the house.  There, at the top of a set of old stone steps, was a padlocked door.  Pa always told me there was nothing behind that door, just dust and debris that comes with any old house around here.  But then why was there a padlock on it?  Was it to keep someone out or to keep something inside?

"Please, Sally, help me."

Was it my imagination or was the voice coming from the other side of that door?  Pa always threatened to tan my hide if I was to even look at that old staircase, much less try to see what was in that room, but that voice...that hint of a whisper voice was calling to me again and it sounded like it came from behind that door.

Leaves crunched and crackled under my worn out shoes as I stepped closer to the staircase.  Glancing around one more time to make sure Pa was still inside listening to his radio programs, I slowly made my way to the bottom of the stairs.  The railing scratched at my skin as I gingerly put my foot on the bottom step, not really sure if I was brave enough to make it to the top.  Maybe it was better to leave whatever was behind that door alone.  Maybe Pa was right and it was just dust and debris in there.  Maybe it was just my imagination and the wind playing tricks on me.  Just as I was about to turn away from the stairs, I heard that voice one more time and I knew just what I had to do.

"Sally, don't you want to know why he locked me in here?"