Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26893881-20150804211908

My name’s Robert Warren, I’m 18 years of age and the year is 1895. I work on my father’s farm in rural Chapel Hill, North Carolina. My father, Christopher Warren is a first generation English-American; his parents emigrated from Islington, London in the year 1940. I have an older sister that is married and lives in Raleigh, North Carolina. My mother died in 1989 when I was twelve and when sister was sixteen due to Pneumonia, so it’s been my father and I since my sister moved out. My father likes it when I “lend a hand” around the farm as I’m 6ft, quick and reasonably strong.

One dark evening I was finishing a long shift and as I was locking the barn up and I noticed, in the distance a very strange glow in the woods wiggling its way through the trees. I thought at first that it could just be hunters, yet it was a large unfamiliar colour like one I had seen before and so I was rather intrigued.

I decided to go and determine what the odd glow was and I began marching determinately through the marshy leaf filled woodland surface in pitch black darkness of the woods and noticed that there was also a very bizarre humming sound. As the light got larger and larger and the humming sound got louder my curiosity got the better of me and then I began to run towards the source of light.

I abruptly stopped and saw a dark mysterious figure roaming around aimlessly in front of the loud illuminated light source. I covertly snuck up closer and tried to determine whatever it was. Once I could make it out my investigation came to a shockingly frightening conclusion.

Standing ten feet away from me was an entity like no other; it was eight feet tall, with an elongated skull, it also had giant deep black almond eyes, with blood red skin and razor sharp claws that looked like they could pierce one’s skin with just a gentle poke. The loud humming light source it was standing in front of seemed to be a very large sophisticatedly engineered metallic vehicle of some kind which was hovering a foot off the ground.

I stood and watched it for about a minute or two and I thought to myself that this is no being of earthly origin. I was completely intoxicated by fear and as my uncontrollable nerves began running up and down my anxiety soaked body. I dropped to the floor like a falling piano and fainted.

I woke up the next morning riddled with complete confusion and surprise. I went to look at the spot where the strange entity and vehicle stood and I noticed that the very spot was dry and completely clear of leaves and twigs while everywhere else around the woodland area was damp and covered in leaves and twigs.

I made it home and I informed my father about the strange event the night before. My father looked up at me with a rather concerned look on his face and responded by saying, “Rob, you’ve been working too hard. I’ll work today while you get some rest, son.” I went to bed that night with nothing but that repulsive looking creature permanently tattooed in my mind.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">As I woke up the next morning, I noticed my father had left his chores half way finished and I saw that the barn was open as well. Concerned, I hunted high and low throughout the farm and shouted myself hoarse, but he was nowhere to be found. I looked for him outside and all I could find was his boot prints leading towards the woods. <ac_metadata title="Lights in the Forest. (New Story)" related_topics="Alien"> </ac_metadata>