It Came Out of the Sky

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic


Grave's Flat was a lonely ill-fated town about to be stricken from the map........

Submitted: March 11, 2018

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They saw the thing crash down - a blazing ball of fire out of the night sky fell into a broad field on the north side of town.  It was like speeding red fuming nitric acid.  There was an earth-shattering BOOM!  The power went out.  The streets were empty.  Homes were plunged into darkness.  No one could get a signal - tv, radio, cell phones, internet - everything was dead.  Gobe Buckman had been reading a book about unexplained phenomena when he suddenly collapsed to the floor of his living room with both his ears hemorrhaging.

An eerie green light was glowing from the huge gaping pit in the ground where the mysterious thing had bored with incredible force deep into the earth.  A low hum emanated from the crash site, but though it was barely audible, all the old people in town, even geriatrics who had been losing their hearing for years, began plucking out their hearing aids because of the loud racket they said was driving them crazy.

One by one every senior citizen in town meandered outside as if summoned by the otherworldly low-frequency sound.

Then another weird thing started happening.  All the pets died.  All except pets with feathers.  The wild birds began singing in the gloom of night as if the sun was rising.  It was uncanny to hear all the bird calls one is accustomed to in the morning resounding through the icy air of the midnight hour.  It made your flesh crawl.

There had never been any cattle mutilations in Dry Gulch county, until about a week before the night the thing crashed.  During the preceding seven days, forty heifers, six bulls, and a dozen cows had been found lying stiff in the grotesque grip of rigor mortis.  They had been completely drained of blood.  Some of the eyes were missing, yet a few of the rotting carcasses still had their eyeballs, but the eyelids were gone.  That’s a sight that’ll turn someone’s guts inside out - the ghoulish dead stare of a bare naked lifeless eyeball.

Surgical incisions had been made, internal organs removed.  Burn marks were found on the ground in the immediate vicinity of each mutilation.  Circles about the size of a human head were ominously present in tripod configurations, the burnt spots being thirteen feet apart in the shape of a perfect equilateral triangle.

A night patrol to catch the cattle killing culprits had been set up with local volunteers.  That’s how the unidentified thing was seen crashing down out of the sky.  Normally, most everyone would have been in bed, but because of the hunt for the unknown perpetrator of the mutilations, there were a number of eyewitnesses to the scorching ball of fire that came barreling down from the stars that fateful night in Grave’s Flat.

We were completely cutoff.  There was no hope of outside help because the lines were down and all the automobiles were hot with electromagnetic discharge.  Lora Mae Hubbard screamed.  That brought neighbors running with flashlights.  It was during the drought.  Her sprinkler system had been on until the explosion in the empty field.  There on the cool damp sod in her front yard was a dead census taker who had arrived in town earlier that day from Washington, D.C.  His throat had been torn out, but there was no blood - just like the cattle that had been drained dry without a drop spilled.

Another terrified shriek was heard from a few houses away.  We went running toward the screams, our flashlights bouncing with our hurried pace.  Halfway down the street we noticed something that froze the blood in our veins.  All the old people were missing


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