"Sorry to bother you." It said. "Can you point us in the direction of Alpha Centauri?"
The strange light in the sky had come closer and brighter. Now almost blinding, but Sam could make out the saucer shape of a spacecraft within the glare. Turning, he ran, terror driving him tearing along the road. Within seconds he was bathed in an emerald green light, slowly lifted from the ground and drawn screaming upwards his legs still attempting to run in mid air. A moment later he stood inside the ship gazing in horror at a malformed grotesque monster, an alien.
"Sorry to bother you." It said. "Can you point us in the direction of Alpha Centauri?" Comments are closed.
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