Abducted By Aliens Blog Hop
This blog hop is hosted by Patricia Josephine in celebration of Abducted Life’s birthday on Valentine’s Day.
This is a true story. No, really it is. As a child and into adulthood I spent every Christmas Eve at my Aunt Alva’s house in the country in Whitewright, Texas.
I talked about a similar memory like this when I was a kid on another blog hop at this link, called Your Favorite Christmas Memory.
This happened one night when I was on my way home alone before I moved to Florida.
MERRY ALIEN CHRISTMAS
The night was so black the stars peeked out like tiny pinholes. Every Christmas Eve we gather at my aunt’s house to exchange gag gifts. Unfortunately, I had to work on Christmas Day, so I was making the long hour drive home just before midnight.
The road was long and snaky stretching for miles through black rolling farmland covered in portions of green grass, golden wheat, white cotton, and LongHorn cows.
There were no other cars. I heard a hum and then a loud knock as if something fell out of my car. It sputtered and died. I coasted to the roadside. I tried to restart. The engine didn’t turn over. It clicked.
I was grateful I always kept a flashlight in the car. I popped the hood. The night loomed darker and vast on the country roadside with no houses in sight. I fiddled with the battery and checked the water.
I went back to my car and tried to call for help using my cell phone. It didn’t work. I had forgotten to charge it before I left my aunts.
I got back out of the car again. I guess I was walking if a car didn’t come by soon.
I froze and held my breath as the black night lit like the day. My mind screamed don’t look as I forced my eyes skyward.
I saw a saucer-shaped craft hovering above me. It’s radius at least a block wide. Multi-colored strobe lights danced in a circle around its circumference.
It was the beam from its center that created the illusion of daylight. A sharp piercing sound made me cover my ears. I felt sick, then dizzy, then nothing.
I opened my eyes. I felt cold. It took a minute, but I realized I was laying on a metal bed. I couldn’t move. Yet I could see nothing holding me down.
It was then I noticed the white big-eyed bipeds milling around the room carrying colorful geometric-shaped boxes.
I wasn’t the only human in the room. I could see other beds with small people in green uniforms also not moving. On my left lay a large deer with 5-point horns.
A jolly voice to my right spoke, “I am afraid Juneta that Christmas has been abducted, but since we are here together may I say, Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Alien Christmas!”
“Santa Claus? You’re not real.”
He laughed. “That so? Neither are aliens.”
Abducted By Aliens Blog Hop
Read the other blog hop stories. Just click on the names on the list below.
|1.||Patricia Josephine||4.||Tonja Drecker||7.||Juneta Key|
|2.||tara tyler||5.||Sarah Foster|
|3.||Jemima Pett||6.||Elizabeth Seckman|
by Patricia Josephine
Savannah Janowitz’s perfect life was destroyed the night she and her boyfriend vanished without a trace. A year later she reappears—alone. With no memory of what happened and strange, new abilities manifesting, Savannah struggles to rebuild her life.
Evan Sullivan was changed by the horrifying experiments. Now he hides in the shadows and watches Savannah rebuild her life without him.
Neither can let the other go. Once reunited, Savannah and Evan see a glimmer of their old lives. As they face what happened to them together, they realize aliens aren’t the only danger out there.
Someone closer to home is watching, waiting for the right moment to tear them apart.
About the Author
Patricia Josephine is a writer of Urban Fantasy and Sci-Fi Romance books. She actually never set out to become a writer, and in fact, she was more interested in art and band in high school and college. Her dreams were of becoming an artist like Picasso. On a whim, she wrote down a story bouncing in her head for fun. That was the start of her writing journey, and she hasn’t regretted a moment. When she’s not writing, she’s watching Doctor Who or reading about serial killers. She’s an avid knitter. One can never have too much yarn. She writes Young Adult Paranormal, Science Fiction, and Fantasy under the name Patricia Lynne.
Patricia lives with her husband in Michigan, hopes one day to have what will resemble a small petting zoo, and has a fondness for dying her hair the colors of the rainbow.