I woke up, disoriented and feeling hungover. What had I done last night? I couldn't remember anything crazy or out of the ordinary, but why else would I have such a terrible headache and a dry mouth?
I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again, groaning at the light above me.
That was strange, why would I have fallen asleep with my light on? And my light wasn't above me in my bed, so where was I?
I eventually eased my eyes open, adjusting to the light and finally realizing I was in a strange room. The next thing I noticed were the strange beings bustling around with silver surgical tools. They were a strange cross between humans and lizards; they had mostly humanoid bodies, yet they were covered in scales with flat faces and yellow eyes so bright they almost glowed.
I looked down at myself, doing my absolute best to avoid moving too much and drawing attention to the fact that I was awake. I was wearing patient scrubs, had an IV tube in my arm, and I was laying on a stainless-steel operating table.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, though it wasn’t very successful. I was on a spaceship, surrounded by alien-lizard-people, and they were performing any number of surgical experiments on me.
This couldn’t be happening; these situations weren’t real. This was the kind of story you read about in a trashy magazine in the hospital waiting room that nobody truly believed.
I had to calm down and think of a plan to escape. I couldn’t stay here.
Then one of the aliens came over and I slammed my eyes shut, pretending to sleep. It began pushing me out of the room and I got ready to run. There was only one alien, and I knew this was my only chance to escape. I knew enough about abductions to know that you didn’t want to be taken to a secondary location.
I opened my eyes just enough to see I was being wheeled down a hallway and to my left, down another hallway, was a door with a glowing red EXIT sign. Part of me wanted to question why aliens would have emergency exits on their spaceship but I was too desperate to think about it too much.
I took a deep breath and then I was running, moving faster than I’d ever moved in my life. I was almost there; my fingers just brushed the handle when I felt a freezing hand close around my right arm. Desperately, I grabbed the door with my left hand and kicked behind me, hard enough to hurt the alien I guessed because it let go of my arm and I was running again.
I had left the spaceship and found myself in the woods, but we must be close to the edge of a town because I could see lights through the trees. I just had to make it about 30 feet and I was free and clear.
I glanced behind me to check if I was being followed and stopped in my tracks.
There was nothing behind me – no ship, no aliens, nothing. Just a dark forest. I kept running.
~
Later, when I was in the police station and my family and friends were there, I learned I had been missing for three days. I’d left work on Thursday and never made it home. There was no trace of where I'd gone, what had happened to me.
They'd done a drug test and had told me I'd been sedated almost the entire time I'd been missing, but they couldn't see anything else that may have been done to me.
I decided not to tell anyone what had happened, what I'd seen. I didn't think anyone would believe my story and I really didn't want to be known as the girl who'd been abducted by aliens. I simply told them I'd woken up in the woods and been very disoriented and I'd run towards the lights, hoping to find my way home. They seemed to believe me.
There was a search of the woods where I'd come out of the trees but I refused to go back into the woods ever again. Even if I hadn't seen the ship when I was running, part of me was sure it was still there, just hidden from view.
After that I just did everything I could to forget about the entire thing. And I succeeded, mostly. Sometimes I would hear a sharp pinging noise, or the back of my neck would itch, but that wasn't a big deal. The doctors told me nothing had been done to me in those three days, so it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me.




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