THE FOURTH KIND

Late last evening, shadows appeared, fiendish apparitions meandering under a starlit window.



Tiny shadows, ink black and swirling.

Alert and restless, I lay prostrate; sheets tossed aside, following feverish and shivering night terrors.



Then the first contact came, a touch, cold and alien, firm and insistent, plunging into my solar plexus.



Eyes appeared, as black as hell…