Its been almost a week since I saw anything unusual. I thought maybe I was just seeing things (except I did have the photos) until I went for a walk in the park by my office this afternoon. I was walking the path and felt an odd prickles on my neck, like someone was watching me. I looked up and there was this ball just floating there. I couldn’t place the object. I’d never seen anything like it before. I stopped walking and didn’t move. Some people have asked me why I call these things monsters. I guess on this one I could say UFO but I feel like they all belong to the same group. They come from the same place. Maybe part of the same being.
This one was emitting an odd glow around it and didn’t move a bit. As I looked at it I started to wonder if I wasn’t seeing into another place. Or maybe the monster was from another place and just broke through to here. I know about the multiverse and all that. I wonder if there isn’t a thin place in the fabric separating one multiverse right over Mission Kansas. It might account for the odd behavior of its politicians.
Maybe there were was more coming through than just these “monsters.” Maybe thoughts and dreams were leaking through as well. All from another version of this same place. I wonder if things like this ball are normal occurrences in the other place. After all it is October.
I started to walk around the object taking pictures It stayed motionless. It didn’t make any noise but I did have a very distinct feeling of dread. There was something to fear about this monster. It was sending a message of some kind. I could feel it just at the edge of my mind. It just wasn’t right.
I didn’t want to hear the message. I turned and walked away from the monster. When I got to the parking lot I turned and looked back. It was gone. Just like that.
These flying things worry me more than the monster with the giant hand. These flying monsters had a purpose in being here. It didn’t feel like an accident. Just flying along and slipped into my universe by accident. No, it felt intentional. Like something more was coming. Something bigger, and I don’t want to see it. I don’t dare tell anyone in Mission about these monsters. I’m passing them off as art but I can’t but wonder if others aren’t seeing them too.
I climbed into my car and drove home. I was unsettled and scared about what was coming next. I worried the monsters noticed me. That I might be a threat. I don’t know what I could do to stop these things. Why would I be a threat? Because I can see them? That didn’t feel right. Nothing was right.