Lorelei's Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Fem-Fan-Sci-Fi
There are just parts of Lorelei Saunders life she's just not sure actually happened.

Submitted: April 28, 2016

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Submitted: April 28, 2016



The therapy room was the color of twilight, as the petite and pretty girl reclined on a black leather couch and stared at the metal gray ceiling. The young Doctor, who had snow white hair and wore spectacles which gave him an air of authority beyond his apparent age, sat in a pearl white chair nearby.

“Okay,” the Doctor began, “I want you to relax. Clear your mind. Now, when I count to three, I want you to close your eyes. Okay? One. Two. Three.”

Lorelei Saunders closed her eyes.

“Where are you?” the Doctor asked.

“At sea,” Lori began, “in a sailboat.”

“Are you alone on the boat?”

“No. My dad is with me. We’re sailing his boat, The Lorelei. He embarrassingly named it after me.”

Lori smiled at the memory.

“Where are you sailing to?”

“We’re a few hours out of Tahiti, and it’s wonderful. The sea is so calm. The ocean air is sweet.”

Lori continued to smile at the recollection.

“The day is so beautiful, so perfect until….”

Lori’s smile began to fade.

“Until what?”

“Until the storm.”

Lori’s voice became strained.

“It is okay, Lori, no harm will come to you. You are safe. You are just an observer of your memories. Tell me more about this storm.”

“It was just so strange. One moment the sky and sea was so calm and clear. Then the sky became so black. The sea so dark. The winds suddenly picked up, as the waves began to crash against the hull. Dad struggled with the wheel and he yelled for me to lower the sails.”

“Were you successful?”

“Yes,” a fear covered Lori’s face, “but it didn’t help. The waves kept coming. Then the rains began. We couldn’t see a thing. Dad said the compass was spinning. We didn’t know where we were. And it was just so pitch black. The day just turned to night in a matter of moments. Suddenly, we hit some rocks just as the boat was lifted up by a large wave. Dad and I held tight to the throw lines. I thought we were going to capsize. Then I guess I sort of blacked out.”

“What do you next remember?”

“We’re on the shore. The storm is gone and it’s calm again. Sunny. We both seem to be okay. Just shook up a bit. The Lorelei is beached. Dad checks it out and said it seemed to be okay except one mast was broken. He said we could fix it. We still don’t know exactly where we are. I ask him how soon could we get out of there.”

“You want to leave quickly?”



“Because, I don’t like it here. There’s just something strange about this place. Unreal. I can’t describe it.”

“What are you feeling now?”

“Really nervous, very anxious.”

Lori took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

“Now, it’s getting dark.”

“Is the storm returning?”

“No. The sun is setting.”

“Did you tell your father about your concerns?”

“No. Well, yes. I said I didn’t want to spend the night there. He just laughed. Dad said that even if we fixed the mast within the next hour, it would be too dark to set sail. He said we would have to spend the night on the boat. Then fix the mast in the morning. The tide should be back in by then, which would help us re-launch the boat.”

“Then what?” the Doctor asked, as he picked up a small leather-bound book and scribbled some notes.

“Well,” Lori continued, “we bedded down for the night but I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“I kept hearing something. Strange sounds. Humming sounds, coming from somewhere down the beach. There were also lights. Weird lights. Like they seemed to shine from somewhere above. For a second I thought that a rescue copter had found us. I woke Dad up but he said he couldn’t hear or see anything.”

“What did you think you heard or saw?”

“I really don’t know. It was like something was moving around outside. As if someone or something was watching. Waiting.”

“Did you eventually fall asleep?”

“I must of dozed off because Dad woke me.”


“Well, he didn’t mean to. He was coming back into the cabin.”

“He had gone outside?”

“Apparently. I didn’t know he had left. I was really mad at him.”

“Why were you so mad?”

“Because, he didn’t wake me. Because, he left me alone. Because he left.”

“Why did he leave?”

Lori laughed, “he said he had to go to the bathroom.”

The Doctor smiled.

“But something else was strange,” she added.

“Strange? How so?”

“Well, even though I was asleep when he left, it felt like Dad had been gone for hours.”

“What do you mean?”

The Doctor continued taking notes.

“I mean, by morning things were different.”


“Dad was different,” Lori’s face took on a sudden air of confusion, “he seemed distracted. Not himself. Very serious. No emotions.”

“Well, he had a lot on his mind trying to get the boat fixed,” the Doctor offered.

“It was more than that,” Lori replied, “he would look at me and it was like he didn’t recognize me. Didn’t know me. He looked at me like he…like he..”

“Like he what?”

Lori’s eyes began to tear up, “like he wanted to kill me.”

“Relax, Lori. You’re still safe. Continue, please.”

“He also seemed to loose interest in fixing the mast. I asked him to help me; that we had to get out of there but he would get angry.”

“Angry? How?”

Lori shrugged, “I don’t know. I can’t remember anything else.”

“Lori, I’m going to continue to count. On six, you will fall into a light sleep. You will still be able to hear me and answer me. You will still be safe. But you will be better able to visualize your memories. Okay. Ready? Four….Five….Six.”

Lori screamed.

“What do you see??!!” the Doctor immediately called out.

“No!!” she cried, “Dad!!! No!!!”

“What is it?! What is happening??!!”

“Dad has an oar in his hands! And he’s screaming at me.”

“What is he saying?”

“He’s screaming, I’m going to kill you, you Bitch!!! I begged him to put the oar down. I looked into his eyes. They’re dark. Lifeless. Soulless. I don’t understand. Then Dad suddenly took a swing at me. I managed to back away, but he came after me. I ran around to the other side of the boat, but Dad is still screaming, Come here, Lori! I just want to talk to you!”

“What did you do?”

“I suddenly remembered something. I climbed back on board the boat and ran down into the galley looking for something.”

Lori was visibly shaking.

“I remembered I must get something from the galley. I’m in the galley. I hear Dad up on deck. He’s still screaming my name. He coming down into the cabin. I’m still looking in the galley. Dad’s almost here. He’s going to kill me, I know. I don’t know why, but I know he’s going to kill me!!”

Lori is now sobbing uncontrollably.

“You are still safe, Lori,” the Doctor stated in a soothing voice, “tell me what you are looking for?”

“I finally found it!” Lori cried out, “I finally found it!! Dad has kicked in the galley door. He’s coming down the steps. He’s raised the oar high over his head. He’s going to kill me. I know he’s going to kill me but I don’t know why. I’m so scared!!!”

“Then what happened?”


She screamed again, then fell off the couch onto the floor sobbing.


The Doctor immediately helped Lori up off the floor and back onto the couch.

“Listen to me, Lori. On the count of nine, you will relax into a deep sleep. Ready? Seven… eight…nine.”

With that said, Lori stopped sobbing and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The Doctor got up and left the therapy room through a side door and on into a large control room with various holographic graphics that floated in the air. At a U-shaped control board, a pencil thin, gray colored being with a large oval shaped head and even larger dark and soulless eyes awaited the Doctor’s report.

“Did you monitor all of that?” the Doctor asked.

The being glanced up.

“Yes,” it answered, “so what is your final analysis, Doctor?”

The Doctor frowned, “Oh, she believes she is telling the truth.”

The being nodded without any trace of emotion.

“This time have her believe she is fourteen years old and was raped by a neighborhood boy, who had invited her over to see his aquarium.”

“And after that?” the Doctor asked.

“We have already inserted the tracking implant,” the Being explained, “and impregnated her with hybrid sperm, so just go back into her mind and plant that new memory. When you have finished, we’ll return her to Earth and place her back into her bed. She’s a prime specimen and will be very useful to us in not only our fertilization experiments but our human psychological manipulation project as well.”

The Doctor nodded then left to rejoin Lori, still asleep on the couch in the therapy room.

“Okay Lori, I want you to listen to me very carefully.”

The sunlight brightly glared off the sidewalk in front of a small house with a neatly trimmed lawn.

“Hey Lori!” Ted Jansen cried out to the fourteen year old girl sitting on a porch swing in front of that small house, “Wanna come over and see my new aquarium? I’ve got some Siamese fighting fish that are pretty awesome.”

Something in the back of Lorelei Saunders mind told her not to go, but she found herself getting up out of the swing and stepping down off the porch to join her eighteen year old neighbor, as they walked down the street towards his house.

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