He ran as fast as he could.
Damn! The bus driver didn't see him.
Great! Now he was going to have to walk all the
way home.
Buster sat down on the well worn old wooden bench
at the bus stop and fumed.
Right, I'm going to have to hitch a ride then.
Trouble was, that there usually weren't many folks
around in his little town after 10pm. Most people
had farms to look after and went to bed early in the evenings.
Well, you never know. Buster slung his bag over his shoulder,
lit a cigarette, stood up, and then stuck his thumb out.
Half an hour later, he sat down on the bench again.
Not a single car had passed in either direction.
Walking it is then.
It could be worse, it could be raining, he thought as he
stood up and started the long walk home.
He had just passed the last town house when he suddenly
saw some strange red lights in the sky.
That's odd, he thought.
What kind of air crafts fly like that?
It couldn't be helicopters, cause they can't fly upside down.
It couldn't be any kind of normal plane cause they fly
straight and not in tight circles.
Besides, the lights indicated that whatever those things were,
they seemed to be able to fly backwards as well as forwards.
And, how come they didn't make a sound?
Perhaps the air force was testing some new kind of
aircrafts?
With his eyes firmly fixed on the dancing red lights in the sky
Buster's mind was filled with questions.
UFO's? Aliens? Nah, there's no such things.
But even so, the lights had him spooked.
He quickened his step.
As suddenly as the lights had appeared, they suddenly disbursed
in to different directions and just vanished.
All, except for one who seemed to just drop to the ground.
Huh? What just happened? Buster's heart was racing.
Further up the road he thought he
could see some flames and smoke rising against the night sky.
Geez!! Now what!!@#??? It's crashed?? What if someone
was onboard it? What if that someone was injured?
Buster started to run toward the
flames and smoke whilst telling himself, 'you shouldn't
be doing this, this isn't going to end well'.
As he got closer to where he thought the 'thing' had crashed,
he realised it had not crashed on the road but in the wheat field
that ran alongside the road.
Some hundred meters or so on the right hand side of the road,
Buster could see a sliver of dark gray smoke slithering its way
upwards.
Without really thinking about any consequences, he ran
towards the smoke.
What the...????
Hey, Buster, what are you doing here?, asked Jim Robinson, the owner
of the wheat field.
Where's the thing? Buster asked dumbfoundedly.
What thing? answered Jim Robinson.
The red light thing that just crashed here?
What are you talking about, Buster? It's just me here
trying to smoke out the rabbits eating my crop.
But I saw it go down, Mr. Robinson!!!!
You must have imagined it Buster, said Mr. Robinson and then
as to prove his point he held up a rabbit.
Mr. Robinson, I'm telling you, I saw some kind of flying craft
crash down here in your field.
You youngsters, so full of imagination....what are you doing
out at this time of the night anyway Buster?
I missed the last bus, Mr. Robinson.
Well, son, you better hurry on home now. Your folks will
be worried, said Mr. Robinson as he turned his back to Buster and
started to walk out of the wheat field.
In a minute, Mr. Robinson, I just want to check something out first.
Buster looked at the holes in the ground.
They did look like rabbit burrows.
To get a closer look, he hunched down on all fours.
That's when he saw it.
A faint red light.
What????
Buster quickly scrambled to his feet and stepped back from the
holes. The red light intensified and the holes grew bigger and bigger
until they became one big hole.
Buster felt terrified but couldn't move.
He felt as if he was watching the ground giving birth, but to what???
Holding his breath and feeling absolutely paralyzed with fear, Buster watched as
the ground gave birth to a red glowing octagon shaped flying craft.
Out it came, and then.........
soundlessly it soared higher and higher, constantly twisting, looping,
rising, dipping as if gravity did not exist.
And then suddenly, it just vanished.
As soon as it had vanished, Buster started to run and he didn't stop
until he closed his bedroom door behind him.
He jumped into bed fully clothed, pulled the covers,
and fell asleep instantly.
Until......
suddenly a bright red light filled his room
and woke him up.
A face like no other face, barely four feet from
his own, stared him straight in the eyes and
with the eeriest of voices said: ''I don't exist.''
Happy Halloween
(if you celebrate it)
about the image: a seriously edited photo I shot of a friend of mine
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