For a week straight now, I've been having dreams about aliens. Tall Gray-like bastards. Except they talk to me. I've seen them kill and I've killed a few of them. But in this one, (after a very informative fight in New York back in the 80's) they invaded my house again. But because of time travel and a good guess, I knew what time. So I grabbed a bat and waited.
They came into my house with their hands up and sat on the couch. Said they don't want to kill me because of... something... can't remember.
Then proceeded to talk to me and besides calling me predjudice among other things, they slowly started to convince me that maybe they weren't bad at all. All the while showing of minor psychic ability, like altering the way photographs look and memory modification.
Like there's a picture on my mantle that's matted. Across the wide space between photo and frame it says "Family" over and over. And the picture had 6 girls. Well, they told my mom to look and she saw it without the words and only 5 girls. And she said that's how it's always been.
So after a few minutes of them talking, I started to wonder. Are they using their subtle psychic abilities to alter my perceptions of them to seem good?
We were right in the middle of talking when a strange click-like explosion happened at a nearby house. The aliens got up and bolted towards it. I followed. On the way I asked "Last time you were here, my dog was still alive. Did he bark at you? I can't remember." No. No he didn't bark, as far as I remembered but I was testing their answers. They kept running. When I got to the house, there was a small crowd gathered and then FLASH!
I was transported to the same spot a day or so later. House had been occupied by aliens for that long. I turned the camcorder on on my phone and started to proceed towards the garage door, which had been open. All the time I was sneaking, some sort of news broadcast played in my head, inside of it. I realized I had a chip implanted by my alien hunting team to hear news broadcasts as the happens. I remember thinking "They need to talk to me so I can figure out if they are evil or not."
Then the front door opened and a 50 year old lady in a robe and slippers comes out. She's holding a mug. Something's off about her. She spots me and starts talking. I stare at her face and as I do so, I can see the alien face sort of phasing out of it, like it's pressing against the inside of her face. I begin trying to make it out of the yard, but trying to be subtle about it. Don't want her to know I'm running until I feel I can get away. She tossed the mug to me (which had the alien's face on it as well as the words "I want to believe") and I kept tossing it back. Farther and farther from her so she'd have to lean and eventually turn around and take a few steps. Then I bolted.
Right into the chest of someone. I slowly look up and it's a close up of an alien. And it's... smiling. A horrible, horrible smile.
Then I woke up.
Every time I blink I can still see that smile. And I know when I go back to bed, dream-me while be inside that house and I'll either die or find a way out.
Probably die.
