She
had flown all the way to Canada for a winter vacation. Peculiarly she really
enjoyed the cold weather and all the warmth that it brought along with the
season: the comfort food, the warm clothes and the quietness. It had been
around fifteen years since she had seen her cousins and they greeted her at the
airport filled with love. They had her stay in their eldest daughter´s room
that was decorated in tones of purple. The walls were light purple, the
curtains were a bit darker and the bedspread was a nice pattern of purples and
blues. Her favorite color: purple, so she felt very much at home and
comfortable.
Catching
up with all that had happened in the past fifteen years was loads of fun. Late
night talks, laughs, some tears and mainly warmth. Good thing that outside the
snow was coming down and there wasn’t much anyone could do but stay indoors.
Time
flew, as it always does when you are having a great time. Two more days to go
and she´d be leaving back to Brazil. That night she had a hard time falling asleep and when she finally did,
she was awakened by a sudden shake. It couldn´t have been an earthquake for
that was not common in that part of Canada. She immediately looked at the digital
alarm clock on the night table beside the bed and it read 3:33. Usually when
she was awakened in the middle of the night she always looked at the clock
first and many a times it read 3:33. She thought nothing of it because she
always thought that 33 was a magical number; for her at least.
When
she looked ahead of her there was a light coming in through the windows as if a
truck where parking into the driveway. It would have seemed normal if she
weren´t on the second floor. She decided that she would go back to sleep and
not give that light any attention.
As
soon as she closed her eyes, she opened them again and noticed that she was in
a bright white room. It was beautiful, clean, white and sparkly like marble. She
was greeted by a white Persian cat. It purred and rubbed against her legs. She
picked it up and it turned into a small child. As she screamed and dropped the
children, who ran off, she heard a soothing voice saying not to worry. As she
turned, she saw a being dressed in a long white gown. It did not walk, it
glided about and it also did not move its lips when speaking but she clearly
heard its voice. It sounded like a soft lyrical voice, as if it were singing a
heavenly tune. `Follow me. This way. Come now.´ it said.
She
didn’t know what was about to happen but she did as told. She was told to sit
in the middle of this room that was completely white, including the chair in
which she was to sit. The being then touched the girl´s right shoulder and
started to remove a fine thread and said `Your mission has come to an end.´ The
thread was the length of her height and then as the being removed it, it turned
into micro film of some sort. She was puzzled. There were so many questions she
wanted to ask, but she couldn´t move her lips.
The
being repeated the same procedure with the left shoulder. What was being
removed from her? She was having a strange dream, she thought. Wasn´t she going
to wake up?
When the being had finished rolling the microfilm
thing, it took a cotton swab from its gown and rubbed it inside her nostrils.
It was very uncomfortable. `I am almost done. We have been studying your kind
for many years now and we thank you for your cooperation´. The being sang to
her. `You may return to your planet now´.
With
that being said, the girl opened her eyes and she was back in the purple room
once again. She was relieved for it had been a dream, so she thought. However,
the following facts startled her. She looked at the lights on the wall ahead of
her. They were still there. But instead of backing away like a truck, they
slowly moved upwards and disappeared. She looked at the clock again and it read
3:33.
She
had to admit that she was scared. How did all that happen and time stood still?
She, somehow, managed to fall back asleep wondering whether it had been a dream
or real - an abduction.
The
next day she woke up with a nose bleed and her shoulders were extremely sore.
She wondered whether or not it had been a dream. Her cousin had come in with some
doughnuts and some movies from the video club as she went down to the kitchen for breakfast.
`Hey,
good morning. Sleep well?´ the cousin asked.
´I
had the weirdest dream and I am so sore that I am almost starting to believe
that it was true. But never mind. Why did you get up so early?´
´I
woke up with the sensation that I had to go and get us some movies to watch
since it is your last day here with us and the weather is really bad out.
Luckily I woke up with this feeling. ´the cousin answered assorting the
doughnuts in a bowl.
`But
you don´t look to good. Are you sure you don´t want to tell me about your
dream?´the cousin insisted.
So
the girl did. She told her cousin every little detail that she could remember and she did, for the scene was very much alive in her mind and the pain in her shoulders was
very real.
`Oh
my God!´ the cousin let out a shout. ´Look at the movies that I got for us to
watch.´
The
cousin laid down the video tapes on the counter and they sat there without
saying a word just in awe. One of them was `Fire in the Sky`. They froze as
they read the plot of the movie: A group of men who were clearing bush for the
government arrive back in town, claiming that their friend was abducted by
aliens. Nobody believes them, and despite a lack of motive and no evidence of
foul play, their friends' disappearance is treated as murder.
The
cousins grabbed their coffee and doughnuts and put the video tape in the VCR
recorder. They could not believe what they were watching. It was all very
similar to what had happened to the girl. The other strange fact was that the
cousin woke determined to get this movie at the video club.
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| Google Images = but very close to the one mentioned in the story. |
Written
June 24, 2013 – This is based on actual facts that happened to the author while
on vacation in Canada in 1994.
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