Oboy! It’s been a helluva Hallo-weekend! And now I wanna get around to documenting my recent alien abduction vacation Lynn-cident. You know, I had to go back to Pt. 1 of this BLOG entry to remember what the hell I was initially talking about. But now I’m all set - BUT FIRST - I just want to clarify ONE SMALL POINT before I delve in….AND THIS POINT IS…
That despite the somewhat paranormal bent of some of these tales of mine, I was never one of those kids who was all into horror or the occult. O, sure – the occasional classic Frankenstein viewing and in later years, mockumentary stuff like Night of the Living Dead and The Blair Witch Project. All good scary fun, those.
But as for science fiction, OY – SNOOZE-VILLE. I have almost zero tolerance for it. Bores me to tears. About the closest I ever got to being into science fiction was watching the old TV show LOST IN SPACE as a little gal and that’s only because I was fixated on Will Robinson. I wanted to be his Space Honey. But then strangely, I also began developing a crush on THE ROBOT. (!!??) I mean, sue me but please - he was just wittier than all of them put together. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a man with some smarts, apparently even if he’s a robot. At any rate, I think you’ll all agree that this little proclivity does not qualify me as an actual science fiction fan.
Okay, I just wanted to shed some light on this fact about myself. And speaking of shedding some light…without further delay I’ll quickly get on with it.
So this thing at the cabin was most probably not an actual alien abduction, I don’t think. But it was really, really fucking weird and unlike my usual Lynn-cidentals. Where we last left off I was feverish, had slugged back a couple of toddies, put on some Dylan and fallen into a profound slumber.
With the exception of the occasional hoot-owl or coyote, it’s unfathomably silent in the dead of night up at our cabin. That night, I was woken by a high-pitched sound. Closest I can describe it is that it was tinnitus-like, an acute ringing in my ears. Only extra sharp, super-heightened. Tuning-forkish.
Next thing you know, I’m looking around the room. And the room is lit in this white-blue light. We have skylights in the cabin roof but I know this is not the moonlight streaming in. This is something else.
This light is nearly blinding, yet at the same time it brings out each detail of the room in vibrant, sharp lines. Everything is starkly defined in this ethereal black and blue-white light.
I’m laying there, taking this in. Okay. There’s Herman laying in the loveseat directly across from our bed. I can easily make out the imperceptible rise and fall of his belly as he sleeps. There’s Maisy asleep on her chair next to the woodstove. Every whisker on her face stands out in bold relief. There’s Beulah in the rocking chair. I can hear Ellie snoring from her usual spot under our bed, and I can also hear my husband’s even breathing, and feel his heavy warmth against my back. All present and accounted for.
I realize pretty quickly that this light - whatever it is - does not cast shadows. I’m like: “Oh, man – Chris has GOTTA see THIS…” I try to nudge him but I can’t move my arm. Then I realize…I can’t move at all. I try to say Chris’ name and nothing comes out. I’m frozen. I can’t move or speak. That weird, high-pitched noise is beginning to hurt my ears. It starts to hit me that I may be having a nightmare. I’m pretty good at waking myself up during nightmares by forcing myself to open my eyes. So I do that. I open my eyes…
I open my eyes and the room is completely black, with the exception of a tiny bit of moonlight coming thru the skylights. I almost sigh with relief, (just a dream…) but then I realize that I still can’t move and I still can’t speak. What the fuck??? I take a deep breath, trying not to panic, and I just blink for a second – and - I CAN SEE THE WHOLE ROOM AGAIN. LIT UP IN THAT CRAZY BLUE LIGHT. I CAN SEE IT THRU MY CLOSED EYE-LIDS! I open my eyes again: It’s dark again, just a little moonlight and shadows. I close my eyes: BRIGHT LIGHTS, room looking like LUNA PARK.
I do this about 15 times or so, just to make sure it’s really happening. The only thing I can move are my eyelids. Now mind you, thru this whole thing, I still hear and see the rest of my gang snoozing away and I can still hear that thin, piercing noise, altho’ it is gradually fading. And when it finally fades completely – after perhaps 10 minutes or so of my “blinking game”, I find that I can sit up and clear my throat.
I feel fine. Clear-headed and wide-awake. Not upset, nothing. Just restless – like I need to move my legs. The dogs stir and decide they want to go outside and pee. I’m careful not to wake Chris. I bring the dogs outside just in time to catch the ruby-reddest sunrise imaginable. Took a picture of it, even.
To Be Continued…
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