They Could Be Monsters

They could be monsters a short story. It's late I thought Jason, too late, but too late to worry about that now do the adda do himself ironically. Nonetheless, it was time he was getting home. The 16 year old had been courting Jessica Howard for weeks. Her parents being out of town it had been a particularly good study session with Jessie this evening. His early attempts at dating had been rather unsuccessful, and he was sensitive about it. But being a practical boy, he was making adjustments. And now he was sure that Jessica was close to asking him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. But that was next week for now he was late. If I cut through the woods, I'll save 10 minutes thought Jason suddenly envisioning his mother's frowning face. It was already 10pm And our past his curfew, a shortcut was definitely in order. Without hesitation he plunged into the mile wide tract of trees that stood between him and home. At first he made good headway on the dark path. That is until he saw the lights, flashing lights in the sky. Coming down ahead. Stopping dead in his tracks. He waited for the feeling of dread he knew should be coming, but felt a strange curiosity instead. He was after all a practical boy. We're talking a UFO dude, his young mind raced. They could be Monsters, Monsters from across the sky, or from some galactic hell. And I'm the only witness trembling but undaunted, he continued on until he could clearly make out a shining saucer, which had obviously just touched down ahead. He saw an open hatch, something had emerged. What was that in the road ahead, a small shadow with legs, black upon black and coming towards him. Once again, Jason stopped dead, and that anticipated dread began to seep in just a little. Oh, man, he thought excitedly. Here comes one that could be monsters, but I can't outrun him now. He might be friendly, you can never tell. He added somewhat hopefully to himself, concluding his inner debate, but the shadow had come to a halt barely 10 feet ahead, and that was waiting silently. Though he never knew exactly why it was Jason who took the next step, and he stepped forward not back into the moonlight, which was now clearing the treetops in a soft silver sheen. What happened next was so fast that afterwards it seemed almost like a dream. Jason thought he caught a glimpse of a face ahead in that shadow, or something similar to a face but contorted in an expression that somehow recalled extreme dismay. Abruptly a ghastly how emitted from the mouth like orifice which was too big and in the wrong place, the shadow then world and began a rapid retreat, finally slamming the saucer hatchway behind it. noiselessly the ship bounded into the night sky and was gone in an instant. To stand even move, Jason stood staring as a faint Vapor Trail faded into the soft moonlight. At length his wits returned and his gaze returned to Earth, focusing once again on the dim path ahead. He was afraid of me he thought wildly. I swear by gab a little bugger was afraid of me. Jason Reagan. Oh man, I grossed out an alien. After calming down he reluctantly dismissed the notion that the cops let alone his mother would ever believe his story, his teenage mind then quickly and naturally turn to the real problem at hand and reach the solution. He was after all, a practical boy. Maybe if I changed my hair, he concluded with a shrug as he started again for how it was late.