"Taking a deep breath," He slowly looked around the room. It was dark. Blindingly dark. He couldn't see anything. Something moved, He couldn't see it, He sensed it. There was someone or something in the room with him. Even after his eyes adjusted to to the dark, he still couldn't see anything.
"Hello..?"
There was no sound. Just emptiness He feels a presence comes and closer and closer. he feel his hair stand straight on end.
A cold breeze came across his face. He couldn't exactly where it had came from, He seemed to feel the breeze came from the same direction as he felt the presence come from. He went along one wall until he came to the corner. He stood and waited. Nothing, Not knowing what or who was in the room with him, was scaring him more then the darkness.
Slowly the veil lifted , It became clearer , as he looked around. As the fog of darkness cleared hr could see more, a little at a time. First the corner of the room he was in, the two wall met. They were brick. very old brick. Red brick, like hadn't been used in over 100 years. The ceiling was low, he could almost touch it, seven, seven and a half feet at most. probably closer to seven feet tall. Looking down he found the floor was dirt, very old and hard packed dirt. It had been used over the years to store very heavy objects, and much traffic, thus packing the floor down to a almost cement-like state of hardness, As the fog cleared the rest of the room came into clearer view. It seemed to be a old garage of sorts. As he gained his confidence a bit and it lightened up he slowly walked around the room. Along one wall was a long heavy duty work bench. Laying atop of it was a mixture of machinists tools, sockets, wrenches, etc, along with a large number of tools he didn't recognize. The tools seemed to be made out of materials other then from earth. He couldn't figure out what any of them could do. Then he felt the presence again. He froze. Then slowly turned around the face his his host.
There were two of them. Once was tall, the top of his head almost touching the ceiling. the other short, probably 4 foot or so, The both looked at him inquisitively , as if to ask, How can I help you? He heard the words in his mind as they looked at him.
He didn't know how to respond, to just think, or speak, the natural reaction is to try to talk, so he stammered a few words about not knowing how he got here, which he didn't and being sorry to bother them. He felt their voices in his head. "Its OK", They seem to say.When the fog had lifted sufficiently enough to see them, He studied them, with keen interest. Definitely not from around here. While one was taller then average,(at least for a human) And other shorter. They both possessed a kind of gentleness, that made him feel at ease a bit. Their respective bodies were hairier then ours, The tall one seemed to be a female. or at least she had what one would call here on earth a nice set of boobs.. She, if indeed it was a she, seemed to be in charge. Most of the voices in his head seemed to come from her.
"How can we help you?" echoed into his mind.
He tried just talking. "I'm not sure where I am, or how I got here..
My name is Bob, Maybe I can help you"
"Whats the last thing you remember before being here, Bob?", floated into his mind.
He tried to think, try as he might he couldn't remember where he had been or what he was doing before this room.
The tall one, (female?) "Said" Let me help you. And she reached out and touched him, She took his hand . He felt her hand such as it was,It cold . Ice cold. He felt his mind begin to blur again, he seemed to spin around in space, and time. There seemed to be no up and down. Scenes from his past flew past him being born, being a toddler, his first day of school. High school graduation, His first kiss, his first time going all the way with a girl.Then it seems to speed up faster and faster, he couldn't make out what he was seeing or doing. Suddenly he was dizzy.Suddenly it stopped. To a grinding halt. He was left staring at the alien. Slowly she morphed into his mother. He stood shocked. The ramifications of this hit him. The short alien slowly morphed into his father.
"Bob, we have something to tell you,..."
"Hello..?"
There was no sound. Just emptiness He feels a presence comes and closer and closer. he feel his hair stand straight on end.
A cold breeze came across his face. He couldn't exactly where it had came from, He seemed to feel the breeze came from the same direction as he felt the presence come from. He went along one wall until he came to the corner. He stood and waited. Nothing, Not knowing what or who was in the room with him, was scaring him more then the darkness.
Slowly the veil lifted , It became clearer , as he looked around. As the fog of darkness cleared hr could see more, a little at a time. First the corner of the room he was in, the two wall met. They were brick. very old brick. Red brick, like hadn't been used in over 100 years. The ceiling was low, he could almost touch it, seven, seven and a half feet at most. probably closer to seven feet tall. Looking down he found the floor was dirt, very old and hard packed dirt. It had been used over the years to store very heavy objects, and much traffic, thus packing the floor down to a almost cement-like state of hardness, As the fog cleared the rest of the room came into clearer view. It seemed to be a old garage of sorts. As he gained his confidence a bit and it lightened up he slowly walked around the room. Along one wall was a long heavy duty work bench. Laying atop of it was a mixture of machinists tools, sockets, wrenches, etc, along with a large number of tools he didn't recognize. The tools seemed to be made out of materials other then from earth. He couldn't figure out what any of them could do. Then he felt the presence again. He froze. Then slowly turned around the face his his host.
There were two of them. Once was tall, the top of his head almost touching the ceiling. the other short, probably 4 foot or so, The both looked at him inquisitively , as if to ask, How can I help you? He heard the words in his mind as they looked at him.
He didn't know how to respond, to just think, or speak, the natural reaction is to try to talk, so he stammered a few words about not knowing how he got here, which he didn't and being sorry to bother them. He felt their voices in his head. "Its OK", They seem to say.When the fog had lifted sufficiently enough to see them, He studied them, with keen interest. Definitely not from around here. While one was taller then average,(at least for a human) And other shorter. They both possessed a kind of gentleness, that made him feel at ease a bit. Their respective bodies were hairier then ours, The tall one seemed to be a female. or at least she had what one would call here on earth a nice set of boobs.. She, if indeed it was a she, seemed to be in charge. Most of the voices in his head seemed to come from her.
"How can we help you?" echoed into his mind.
He tried just talking. "I'm not sure where I am, or how I got here..
My name is Bob, Maybe I can help you"
"Whats the last thing you remember before being here, Bob?", floated into his mind.
He tried to think, try as he might he couldn't remember where he had been or what he was doing before this room.
The tall one, (female?) "Said" Let me help you. And she reached out and touched him, She took his hand . He felt her hand such as it was,It cold . Ice cold. He felt his mind begin to blur again, he seemed to spin around in space, and time. There seemed to be no up and down. Scenes from his past flew past him being born, being a toddler, his first day of school. High school graduation, His first kiss, his first time going all the way with a girl.Then it seems to speed up faster and faster, he couldn't make out what he was seeing or doing. Suddenly he was dizzy.Suddenly it stopped. To a grinding halt. He was left staring at the alien. Slowly she morphed into his mother. He stood shocked. The ramifications of this hit him. The short alien slowly morphed into his father.
"Bob, we have something to tell you,..."