Melody Kellogg
Nov. 1998

God, another boring night alone at home. I don't know if I can stand this much longer, in this stupid little apartment with its puke-green shag rug and mustard-yellow walls and... Hey, what's that? I thought I saw something in the corner, behind the dirty TV tray. Must have been my imagination. No, there it is again. It almost looks like the wall is moving...it's distorted somehow, like I'm looking at it underwater. This is crazy. I'm seeing things. Been here alone too long. Gotta get out. Yeah, I'll go out for a while. Hey, I can't move away...the thing's getting bigger....it's pulling me toward it! Help! Help! Aaaaagh....

Man, what a weird dream...it was a dream, wasn't it? Hey, where am I? Why am I strapped in this chair? Who are you, there in the corner? No, don't come any closer! What are you? You guys aren't human. Oh God, I've been abducted. No, don't touch me! Ouch! That hurts! Stop it! Why are you doing this to me? Noooo....

That was the weirdest dream I've ever had. But, I'm not on an alien ship, no siree, I must have fallen asleep in my chair. Yep, I'm still in my apartment with the puke-green carpet and mustard-yellow walls. See, even the TV tray's still in the corner. I must be watching too many sci-fi shows. Hey, what's this mark on my hand? Ugh, it won't come off! I'll try some soap. It still won't come off. What is that? It's almost sparkling. Where have I seen that mark before? Hey, that was on those things' foreheads in my dream... Oh God, it wasn't a dream.

THE END?

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