The Lights of the Extraterrestials

Supernatural Stories | Apr 5, 2016 | 8 min read
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The Lights of the Extraterrestials

Our crew pulled into a ghost town near White Mist City. Rockwell Village, it was littered with shacks and bare house frames. We stopped in the town. We had no idea what horrors lay ahead of us nor did we know of the extraterrestrials that we would encounter. I left my car and met my team outside. I was accompanied by four people. The first I shall speak of is Randy Jackson. A tall and thin young man he was with big hands and feet with elongated fingers and a pointy beak like nose. The second one was Ralphy Johnson. A short and chubby fella, he had small hands and short legs with tiny woman like feet. The third I remember is a woman named Morgan Smith. A beautiful woman she was with long black hair and fair tan caramel skin and brown eyes The third I recall was a young and broad shouldered man named Brian Cordle. He was not the tallest among us yet he seemed the strongest out of all of us. Big arms he had which I had shaken his hand and had confirmed that he had a strong grip. This was my crew. Rockwell Village had been the subject of lights being seen in the sky every night for the past year. Crop circles plagued the farms near the village as well burning large amounts of crops that would be used for profit.

"Alright let's spread out." I said.

"Where do you want us?" Morgan said.

I pointed over to a large rusted shack near an old dying tree.

"Check out that shack" I said.

"And what about you?" Randy asked.

I pointed over to a group of small houses.

"I'm gonna check out some of those houses." I said.

I began walking over to the house but was interrupted by Ralphy.

"What should we do if we find something?" asked Ralphy.

"Call me" I said as I patted a hand on my walkie talkie.

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I made my way over to a small rusted house with a thin outer shell made of tin. I walked into the house and realized that it was a bar. I saw a journal laying on the bar. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was filled with entries. Not a single piece of paper was bare. I began to read and it was at this moment, I realized that something was out of the norm about Rockwell village

I began to read.

"Journal entry one. A light could be seen in the sky the other night. A whisper runs pessimistically among the village grounds that speak of extraterrestrials and cosmic aliens. Whether these allegations are true or not is not the question I feel is at all important but the question that I am most interested in is where would these beings come from. Could they be from a different universe. Maybe, though why would they choose now at all times to invade our planet. I must wonder why." I read.

"Journal entry two. I seen the lights for myself tonight. Like a meteor, it shot across the sky like a bullet. I must wonder at this point in the subject of the lights that come by night that the thought of an species apart from us. Not just a species no but a species far beyond our knowledge and far beyond intellect just might exist and is on our front doorstep ready to be discovered at any point though I must ask. Must our knowledge go that far. Or would the information destroy us as human beings. Destroy us even as a species. Destroy our humanity and destroy our beliefs. For if the belief of extraterrestrials were to be proven true, that would destroy many of the beliefs that are biggest moral compass for the world. At this moment all I can ask is must we continue. I read.

"Journal entry three. The exterrestrials have landed among us. Last night at midnight I heard the sound of a great aircraft land on the outskirts of town. I heard a language that I have yet to hear in my lifetime. Something completely alien from human kind. Something that a human could never copy or make its own. I feel that the alien species is now among us. Among our people. Among our children and women. Among our village entirely. One question that should be asked is what they want. Do they wish to live among us in peace or do they wish to do something more sinister to us. Many questions can be asked in this situation such as who are they. Where have they come from. Are they out creator or are they something more than that. Could they be our destroyer. I read.

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"Journal entry four. Miss Smith killed her husband this morning. It was said by their daughter who was a witness to the crime that Miss Smith spoke in a different language completely alien from us. Like I wrote in an earlier entry, it was a language that seemed to not be able to be spoken by a human. The question that must be asked at this moment is why would Miss Smith kill her husband. Was she possessed by evil spirits or was it even the real Miss Smith. Could it

have been a decoy that just looked like Miss Smith like a zombie. Or had she seen something that motivated her to murder her husband." I read.

Journal entry five. Miss Smith was hung this morning. Before she was hung, she spoke a speech that sent chills into the spines of the strongest of men. She said, I am the darkness that lay in the darkest corners of our mind. I am the evil truth and the oldest lie. I am what you all seek yet are too afraid to admit that you want me. Before you hang me please know that this is not far from the end of your encounter with the evils that lay beyond your puny earth. Please know that not one of you shall survive and please know that all of you shall pay." I read

"Journal entry six. Every animal has disappeared from our town. Could this be the beginning of the speech that Miss Smith spoke before her death. Could this be the beginning of our end. The

only thing I can think of at this time what must I do. Should I head for the hills or would that do any good at all. The children cry for their pets and I cry for the increasingly indifferent people that populate this town. What has happened to cause so much trouble to this town. Why us? Why must we be plagued by an unknown force which we could comprehend. The only question I have at this moment is why us?" I read

"Journal entry seven. The preacher spoke of the events that have occurred over the past week. He said that it was a result of our ill faith in our lord and savior. Though there was a moment where he seemed like someone else. Something in his eyes changed as if he turned into somebody else but just for a second. It was at this point that I realized we are all doomed." I read.

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"Journal entry eight. At this moment, I am hiding under my bed. I hear the language of the extraterrestrials right outside of my home. I feel that I may be taken by them somewhere beyond our knowledge. If I am captured, please know to anyone who finds this journal that the ones with the grey eyes are not ones to be trusted. Do not fall for their tricks. Do not fall for their forbidden wisdom of extraterrestrial demons beyond our universe. Do not trust anybody if they have grey eyes. The aliens have entered my home now. I must stop writing or they will hear me. Remember do not trust the man with grey eyes. Do not fall for his sinful lies and dreadful schemes." I read.

The journal entries stopped there. I was not sure what to think of it. Should I take it as a warning and leave or should I investigate even further into this dark legend. It was at this moment that I felt a hand clasp itself on my shoulder and startled me for a moment. I turned around quickly only to see Morgan standing behind me.

"What is it?" I said still startled.

"Me and the crew found something." said Morgan.

I followed her over to where the group was standing by the shacks that I ordered them to investigate.

"Morgan told me that you guys found something." I said

Brian nodded and smiled.I walked into the shack to find a collection of written words on the walls of the shack. I began to read.

"The lights that come by night. Run and hide for if they find you, all you are to them is another experiment. Run far away from this sinful place. Do not trust grey eyes." I said.

It was at this moment that the language turned to a different language. Some that looked similar to hieroglyphics but more convoluted.

"So what do you make of it?" said Randy.

"It seems like a language that even a human could not write." I said

"So what are you saying? Do you think we are dealing with a different species entirely." said Morgan.

I shook my head and wiped my eyes.

"I don't know." I said.

Then a knock came to the door of the shack, I opened it to see a priest .

"Hello what brings you four to Rockwell Village." said the priest.

I looked in his eyes..they were gray.

"We've come to investigate the lights that have been seen at night around here." I said.

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"Oh that's not true. Everything is fine around. Why don't I serve the four of you lunch. Come on, You can be my guest at my home on top the hill. said the priest.

"I'm not sure." I said thinking of what the journal said about grey eyes.

Then Morgan, Randy, Ralphy and Brian spoke up.

"Why not?" said Morgan.

"Yeah it'll be okay." said Randy.

"Sure we'll go" said Brian.

Yeah sir, we should go." said Ralph.

We made our way over to the priest's on top the hill. Later that night we had dinner at the man's table and I turned to go to bed. I awoke to the sound of a great aircraft. Lights shined through my windows. I raced downstairs to find my crew on the ground knocked out and tied up.

"Hello young man. I know you know who I am." said the priest.

I turned around swiftly to see the priest standing behind me.

"What...what do you want?" I said.

"You." hissed the priest.

All of a sudden the priest changed into a creature beyond my knowledge. He grew to about ten feet tall with a large pumpkin shaped head and long finger and black bulging eyes with snake scale skin. He picked me up by the throat and choked me until I was unconscious. I awoke

without my body. It was at this point that I realized that I was not able to escape for I was only a brain in a jar.

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