By Mark Knight
Copyright © 2012 by Mark Knight
All Rights Reserved.
I don’t like the feel of Their skin. But there’s nothing I can do, now; They’ve taken me.
For as long as I can remember, beings that could only be referred to as ‘alien’ have been in my life. It was nothing I’d asked for.
And it’s not just Their skin that gives me the creeps; it’s Their eyes. Everyone talks about those eyes, the way they stare right through you. They’re cold and … oh, what the hell, I have to use that word again, alien.
The only way I have kept sane is by telling myself, over and over, that They are scientists just like I am. Well, Their science is different than ours, incredibly so, and it seems as though it’s sole purpose is for the study of us. Sometimes I feel as though its sole purpose is for the study of me.
When I was younger, I was totally unaware of Them. I had heard things, of course, but never in my lifetime did I think that one I day might actually interact with Them! God, just the image of Them, the eyes, the difference in height … I’ve got to get a grip.