My Night with the Great Space Ghost

The night was all too quiet as we went to sleep, and as I pulled the covers to me, eeriness settled in. As I layed wondering what the night was bringing, could aliens be watching us, while my wife and I was sleeping. Where were the Cicada bugs I pondered, ringing through the night; or the sound of crickets to swoon my lullaby. So I looked to the window, and I began to worry, where were the lighting bugs that always swirled neon paths before me? Certainly I feared something out there had come, to which my silent night would linger.

From out of the gloom of the very dark window, a green glow bounced from the ground. And my wife, who I cautioned intensely, sleepily coaxed me to return to her side. But to the window I cautiously viewed to what was down outside, and to my fright before me, aliens had landed! I saw a shadow cast from the ship below, with pointed ears and a very long tail to add to its armament. I bid my wife to witness this space ghost in our yard, but her gentle snoring was now commencing and no longer able to respond.

I put on my robe and grabbed my bat, and sneaked into the hall. I heard glass break from down below, which lead me to see this alien closer. Nearing the kitchen a light came on and towards the door I went, I hoped to catch a glimpse of this space ghost fiddling in the kitchen. There he was in fullest splendor, my eyes fearfully saw, and he was rummaging in my fridge looking for a snack. The feline looking alien stood 6ft and a hand tall, and had a golden black tipped tail, that swayed past his buttocks. On him was a tan uniform, with alien markings alike. And around his waist a utility belt with a pouch and two holsters with his guns. Around his back slung a big ray rifle, and a blue plasma tank on top. And the fur around his uncovered arms, added to his strength and power. I thought to myself as he shuffled our food looking intently to eat: how could I possibly defeat this alien, with my turkey leg between his fangs.

I turned away as he suddenly looked, his yellow eyes piercing mine. My heart beat so frantically, as I knew I didn’t stand a chance. Meekly I tiptoed to my bedroom, and beside my darling passed out wife. She’ll never believe this really happened, nor why “I” ate that turkey leg last night. I covered myself and trembled with fear; as the shuffling continued it’s wake. He even spoke in gibberish, perhaps to the radio strapped on his head. I prayed and prayed as the clock slowly ticked by, each tick taunted me, while peering from under my covers to the window, deeply in dismay. I hoped this hungry space ghost alien, was stuffed full and ready to leave, because I certainly was ready to end my night quickly and with ease.

But then I heard movement getting closer now; each step of the stairs did creak. How I wished I had fixed those boards when my wife had pleaded with me. I trembled so much I couldn’t believe my wife wouldn’t wake to my fear. I tried to wake her as I heard doors opening, getting closer and closer to our room. But then the final squeak happened, which went to my bedroom door. I laid so very, very still, trying to control my shivers, while the sound of footsteps were inching toward my bed. Then silence fell into the room, not even a peep of our breaths; I wondered what this alien was doing standing at my bed. I couldn’t help myself no more, I thought the space ghost gone, so I lowered down those covers, in hopes to see the alien ship taking off.

And there he was! Next to my bed, with a fanged grin showing, and my favorite blender and remote, tied to his belt as booty. He grasped my PJ shirt at the collar with his fur covered hand, and with his other reached for his pistol, and he pointed the fearsome weapon to my head. My bulging eyes, stung painfully, crossing my nose seeing the ray gun close; tears trickled down my face, knowing this must be the end. His eyes they pierced my own so deep, as he searched my soul inside. It was if he could read my heart, and everything else in me. His headgear made a clicking sound as a camera took a picture. I could see now he was recording my fate, before the death ray follows. Then suddenly he looked to the window, as if something was suddenly amiss. Then his gibberish again he spoke, as if being warned of something big. The space ghost looked to me again and then he smiled great big, he raised the gun slowly to my forehead and said…”TAG! YOU’RE IT!”.


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