They're Coming

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Celtic-Scribe63

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They’re Coming

I look away from my window. Everyone is acting like this is just another day. Can’t they feel it? The imminent threat?

I’ve been feeling it for days. This dread has been building and building and now it is as much as I can do to look outside. I’m running out of food and it was not for the water from the tap I’d be out of drink too. I don’t care. I’d rather suffer the hunger than to step through my door and onto that street.

What is wrong with them? They must feel it now?

It thrums through the air and ricochets in my brain, the force so strong I have been forced on more than one occasion to scream out. I can feel it, like a swarm of red ants covering my skin; I can taste it and smell it. Threat. Danger. But I cannot work out where this feeling is coming from.

Today it is unbearable. The time has come and all those foolish people are just wandering around, going from place to place, as though they are completely oblivious. And if they are, if I know that there is about to be some kind of catastrophe and don’t warn them of it, the responsibility for their deaths is going to be mine.

I’m going to have to go out there... tell them... make them listen.

Just the thought makes my head feel as though it is gripped in some kind of vice, as synapses fire in random chaos. Breathe... damn you, breathe... One step then another, and then I’m crouched down towards the floor, curled in on myself and trying to find some way to hold it together. I’ve... got... to... do... it.

Raking my fingers through my hair I force my way back on to my feet. Panting with the effort I throw myself towards the door, then cling to it as though it is all that stands between me and... what?

Hands splayed out on the wood, all my weight leaning up against it, I attempt to calm down. I need to concentrate and I can’t do that when the panic is raging. I’ve got to focus on where this feeling is coming from.

My initial feeling had been that the threat was coming from the Earth itself. Maybe the ground is about to be split apart by some tectonic event. I’d say earthquake but we have never had them here. Is it insects? Some kind as yet undiscovered? Or maybe the dead are going to rise up and consume the living.

Breathe... breathe...

I cannot feel any vibrations coming up through the ground, even though my feet are bare, planted squarely down. I bend forward, place my hands palm down probing for the slightest sensation. Concentrate. Push everything else out of the way and... feel.

The force slams me up and back against the door, a force so strong that it has lifted me. And I know now that it is not coming from the ground at all but from the air. We’re about to be attacked from above.

Grasping the door handle, I yank it open, stagger outside where for a moment I am blinded by the sunlight. Every nerve ending in my body is telling me to get back inside, take cover, but I can’t... I can’t. I’ve got to warn them.

My voice is quiet at first. Too quiet for no one pays me the slightest bit of attention. If anything, they are making a conscious effort to look away.

They’re coming!” That’s better. Loud, forceful, just like a warning should be. Why are they not listening? “They’re coming, I tell you!”

Shut the hell up, you crazy bitch,” a man says, and his companion slaps him on the back in agreement.

A few people point towards me, but why are they not running? Don’t they understand that I’m trying to save their lives? Most of them are ignoring me completely, talking into their mobile phones just like they do every single day.

Is that it? Something to do with all the signals?

The feeling of threat is so strong now that it is making my entire body shake. “What’s wrong with you people? They’re coming! You need to take cover!”

I grip them, shake them, scream in their faces. “They’re coming! Don’t you understand?”

I don’t even hear the sirens, and even when I’m surrounded I don’t give in. There’s a jab in my arm and I find it hard to stay on my feet. Faces loom in and veer out, and it’s like they are talking in some foreign language.

Is this the threat?Have they come just for me after all. Fighting against the effects of the drug I thrash out with my arms, kick with my feet, until I find myself forcibly restrained. A straitjacket has made me incapacitated enough for them to man-handle me into this vehicle. The engines roar into life and the vehicle begins to move away.

No. This is not what I have been feeling, not at all. I hear a thud, an explosion. Metal scrapes on metal, and there’s tearing, crumbling... and screams... so many, many screams.

Why didn’t they listen to me? I’m not mad. Not crazy. And they, whoever they are, have arrived!


Submitted: February 09, 2021

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Mike S.

Spookiness and excellent, Hull

Tue, February 9th, 2021 7:08pm


Thanks for giving this a read, Mike. This was one that I really got in to writing.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 9:10am


I think this highly transmissable COVID variant is getting to us all.

Tue, February 9th, 2021 7:47pm


You didn't like it? I really enjoyed writing this one :)

Fri, February 12th, 2021 8:17am

Joe Stuart

I'm not sure if this was intended, Hully, but I see some people's attitude to the pandemic here. Pandemic? What pandemic?

Tue, February 9th, 2021 8:32pm


I can see the similarity now that you've mentioned it it, Joe. I was actually thinking of an alien invasion when I wrote it.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 8:15am

tom mcmullen

Remember the song...They're coming to take me away ha the funny farm...Paranoid but enjoyable Hullabaloo!

Tue, February 9th, 2021 10:27pm


I do remember the song, Tom. The Butcher Babies did a more recent version... if you can find the video on YouTube you might enjoy it.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 8:13am

Craig Davison

Great story, hullabaloo22. I tell people that I am perfectly sane, but they don't listen.

Wed, February 10th, 2021 4:12am


I know that feeling very well, Craig. Thanks so much for giving this a read... Between you and me, what passes for sanity mostly seems wildly over-rated, so let's just stay a little crazy.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 8:11am


High tension and that insufferable feeling of being ignored.
They have arrived!
What an intense read.

Wed, February 10th, 2021 9:22pm


Thanks so much for the read and comment, C-S. Both are really appreciated.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 8:01am

Mark A George

I like this type of experience of terror, first person perspective, where in the end all the others turn out to be the actual terror; brought to mind Rosemary's Baby.

Thu, February 11th, 2021 2:09am


Thanks so much, Mark.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 8:00am


I surely did like it. I read it as a virus-metaphor.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 4:24pm


Nice to know, Adam. I was thinking more of a threat from another world when I wrote it, but it works with the virus idea too.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 8:45am

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