It started with a light engulfing but not penetrating John's windows. There was no sound except the rapid flutter of footsteps that belonged to "them". Closer and closer the scuttling movement became until -with one fluid movement- a being so alien to anything John knew that it almost snapped his mind climbed into his bedroom and gazed silently at him...

this piece is not based on a true account like some of my others. This is fiction. Please, do not get mad at me if you have experienced the real thing and this is nothing like it.