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Andy 1
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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CHAPTER 1
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I don't really know how to begin this tale. Some would think me to be a
kook
or someone that has escaped from "Westbrook" (the local home of the
substance
abused) here in the city.
One weekend on a Saturday, I had nothing to do and I had what was know as
"Cabin Fever". I had to get out of the house. All my friends were either
out of town or doing something meaningful. Damn, that played on my mind
heavy that day.
I decided, rather than lie here in the bed all Saturday and play with my-
self, I would get up and take a walk to my old haunts in the woods nearby
my house.
When I was a little fart, I lived not more than a mile from where I am
now.
I used to go down into the woods and play in the creek, make paths, etc.
All the things us kids would do in the woods.
I grew up and went to school, joined the service for 6 Yrs, got out went
to
work........"Cabin Fever"...........Go away! My thoughts quickly changed.
I got up and dressed and went down to the woods that I played in as a
child.
Progress had taken a part of them. But there were some of the old woods
remaining. I found an old path I remembered and began to walk into the
woods totally relaxed and my thoughts away from the big cruel world.
I didn't think I would see them, but something told me to look in certain
places. There they were. Some of the old marks and carvings in the trees
or on the rocks in the creek. I had put them there some 35 years ago.
As I progressed through the woods, I planned my route. I was going to
find
the path back in the direction of my house now and take it home. Even
after
35+ years, it seemed as if I was just yesterday. It all came reeling back
to me, every step of the way. I guess you don't forget everything.
I sat down for a moment to rest against a tree. I guess I must have been
there a couple of hours, because I was stiff as a board from sitting on
the
cool ground. My right hand was aching a little, too. I looked at my
watch
and .........."SHIT"......... it was damn near 5:00 PM. I like to sleep
and
all that, but this is bullshit.
I completed my journey anyway, but a little disappointed with myself for
not
making the most efficient use of my time...I had just gotten up. Why did
I
go back to sleep in the woods?
When I got back in the house, I noticed the answering machine light was
blinking. I pushed the button to hear the message.
"Charles?", the voice said, "We are going to the mall for dinner at 7...
call us if you get in before... This is Frankie and it's about 4:30 now."
Well now, at least there was something to do. I called Frankie back to
find
out what he needed. He and his friend were going out to the mall to eat a
little dinner and maybe take in a 99Th run movie at the $1.00 Cinema.
(Yes, they exist). Frankie asked if I would like to come along with them.
I jumped at the chance. Ran into the shower for a quick one and headed
out
to meet Frankie and friend. One thing led to another that evening and we
wound up staying up at a late-night restaurant drinking coffee until 2:
A.M.
Damn I was tired when I got home.
This time sleep seemed natural to me. It smelled like a good idea. I
went
into my bedroom, got naked, and crawled under the light cover. Sleep came
upon me quickly. It was as If I had taken Sodium Pentathal or something.
10 sheep, 9 sheep 8 sheep..........Buzzzzzzzzzz.
You ask yourself. "What is all this B/S? What does it have to do with
anything?"
Well, my friends. I had to set the tone of this story. For what I am
about
to tell you is exactly what happened to me after I got to sleep. I don't
know. I can't tell you first hand. That's correct. You heard me. "First
hand."
Read on, my friends, read on.
When I was in the woods and fell asleep against the tree, my hands relaxed
and feel to my side. They came to rest on some clumps of Pine needles
there on the ground. Under the clump under my right hand there had been
an "entity" of some kind.
Let's back up a little here to my bedroom slumber. I dreamed. An awful
dream of destruction and persecution. It went on forever. I couldn't
figure where I was. The scenery was not familiar to me. I was trying
to relate it to symbols that represent my religious training from years
back....I don't know.
The dream continued. The story line seemed to change from one to the
next.
"This is crap." I said to myself in the dream.
"Wake up, you dumb ass!" An unlnown voice said.
In the dream, I turned to see my own body. My thoughts were of that
sight.
"POOOOF"!
A flash of bright red light, and I bolted upright in the bed.
"Damn it", I said, "what the hell did I eat at the restaurant?"
"Nothing to give you bad dreams, Charles." A voice said.
Shit. It was happening again. I just wasn't fully awake from this
experience.
I was drifting back into slumber. Starting that dumb dream over again, or
getting back into it.
"Wake up, dumb ass!" The same voice said.
What the hell is this? My words, my voice, and again, my body there,
before
me. I had read of Out Of Body Travel, but I did not create the correct
atmosphere for this nor did I practice any of the mind setting procedures
for
this type of thing. No. No. It was not happening to me.
Well it wasn't. The voice sounded again.
"Charles". It said.
"Listen to the sound of my voice, relax....relax....relax...."
Somehow I thought I should fear it. I had all kinds of thoughts. You
know, all the childhood Boogie Man stuff? But the more I heard the
"relax", the more I did. There was peace and contentment. I was
relaxed.
The voice said, "I am Oidar from a world known to your people as Palades."
The voice continued.
"My people are a peace loving race. However, something happened to our
world.
There were changes. Things were happening to our atmosphere and our
soil.
Many of my kind were dying of unknown causes. We banded together to find
a
solution........There was none. Our world had been taken over by one of
our
fellow scientist. In his quest to perpetuate our race, he experimented
with
himself. He mutated into something that was contrary to our way of life.
His power grew and grew, and the common, ordinary beings. as myself, were
forced to flee and take shelter from his evil power."
"Well". I said. "Oidar?..Oidar, uh yes...why did you seek me to tell all
of this you have so far? What does it have to do with me?"
I couldn't quite grasp this and I guess Oidar sensed it. I thought that
if I ever come out of this, I was going to give Frankie hell about putting
something in my coffee. Damn this was weird.
The voice and my image continued.
"You are my vehicle," Oidar said. "My atomic structure is similar to your
silicon. However, I can change my molecular structure and virtually
penetrate
anything or anyone I desire. In the changed state, I require energy from
my host to survive. Once in my host, I become a clone of another cell so
as not to be attack by the host immune system."
I said, "What means vehicle?".
"My friends and I have come to this planet to seek materials that are non-
existant in my world.", Oidar continued. "We have found them and we need
a
vehicle to get them to a central storage place as soon as possible. We
will
arrange getting it back to our world."
"What's the time frame and what is central for you?, I said.
"We must have it all together by your mid July." Oidar said.
I had vacation coming to me then..That would work out fine.
"And besides, Charles, there will be a reward for helping us." Said Oidar.
"I'm not in the storage or courier business, so please keep the reward.
Put it to good use for your cause." I said.
"Oh no, no!" Said Oidar. Our culture does not allow us to do that. When
I entered your body there in the woods, I examined your structure, your
Neuron firing pattern, and the energy stored in your conscious and sub-
conscious mind. I know your every want and fantasy."
"Bullshit", I said. "We have doctors that have studied for hundreds of
years
to do that very thing. Not one has been able to get into the mind such
as
describe............Ha!"
"Bullshit......good term." Oidar said. "You must realize, Charles, that
our world is far, far, more advanced than yours'. I have in mind
something
you will enjoy for the rest of your life as you know it on Earth.
Think about it. What have you done with your life here tonight with your
friends? What about those quick brushes against the younger humans?
Damn, he had been in my mind. Nobody knows that the closest thing I get
to realizing my fantasy is to get a discreet feel of the butt on a young
man that I wish could be naked here on my bed getting a back rub from me.
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