His thoughts went on the strange nature of the mist and its strange movements, as though alive, and he saw lights flash in it like they were electrical, and he wondered if lightning could form in a ground level cloud.
He had to keep shutting his eyes to rest his hazy tired eyes.
Peculiar vivid streaks like colored lightning flashed all about his front and he examined the thickening mist hovering around menacingly, and he considered getting in before he collapsed.
It was like seeing something there at another time in the past, and he wondered if his brain had received damage!
For a moment he was sure that there was something actually appearing there from somewhere else, and examined it at different angles, and then it was like seeing another world emerge, and he saw through gaps in the thickening fog and saw regions of something strange in places.
Out of nowhere a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of the mist with its radiance pulsating and he stood realizing that it was really there, magically illuminating the fog around his garden, with strange shadow formations from things he could not see, creating mind-bending shifting shadows that weaved and probed their way around.
Sounds of heavy pounds of emerged, like they were there but not there, and he was surprised that the ground even shuddered, and realized again at the amount of drink he had been taking and wondered why he had not heard of such side effects.
He rested against the doorframe considering what he would tell his psychiatrist on Monday, after the weekend, while hearing scurrying sounds in nearby vegetation.
While he did it a strange dark shadowed formation emerged in the mist, with a light behind it, creating mind-bending shifting shadows across his front that weaved and probed their way about him, and he occasionally stopped his contemplation to consider it.
In the end, after realizing how the psychiatrist would react he never believed there was anything there, and thought it was some strange hallucinations, and decided to force his brain into realizing it and accepting nothing was there.
So he stood glaring at a giant green monster in the darkness outside his front door and just laughed at it, thinking of it as a hallucination!
It was then that it the first alien leader from the starship that had teleported itself to make contact with him, Dave Cameron, stood still, wondering what he was, and detected something and gasped in horror, and Cameron started drunkenly shouting at it and told it bloody well go away home, and he refused to accept it existed, and he grabbed an old umbrella at the doorway and threw it at it!
The alien bug leader became furious by the insult and grabbed him by the waist with its tentacles and threw him all about his garden, from one end to the other, and he collapsed, from it and the drink and lack of sleep, and he packed it in for the day!
He only awoke the next morning when a milkman awoke him in a heap in one of the bushes in his garden!
Chapter 10
The Second Alien Leader
It was Saturday night, and Cameron no longer thought anything had even happened on the previous night, and had dismissed what had happened that morning as being one of his strange dreams, as his hangover was so painful he slept through most of the morning.
His last thoughts of it were of what to tell his psychiatrist on Monday, after the weekend, and he decided it was not worth mentioning as it never had anything to do with his memory loss and he did not want it to confuse things any further as he wanted him to give him the precise answer to the problem.
After watching news programs and reading endless newspapers and magazines he was left stumped on where the Prime Minister was, and how to meet him, and he wondered if Dory could give him the answer as she seemed to answer all of his queries!
In the end he just got drunk over again, and kept drinking until it was late in the night, and ended up in almost the same state as the night before!
So when the second alien leader arrived to continue their first contact scenario with the human race he never heard his newly repaired doorbell being ring, and because he had altered the bell itself so it could not make as much noise.
The bell rang for a long time until it was dislodged and the adjustments he made to it to make it silent were altered and it ended up louder and suddenly blasted out into the night, waking his neighbors, which he wished to avoid as the police were still looking for him after they chased him out the bar, and it rang until he became conscious from his deep slumber.
When he opened his eyes, and he was dizzy, and sat up wondering what the hell was going on, and thought he was in the middle of an air raid, and carefully listened to the strange sounds of the altered doorbell and cursed, and lay slumped over a seat trying to identify the racket until his memory returned.
Consequently, he staggered around trying to get on his feet and stumbled over a seat and fell against the side of the door, but actually going in the direction of the door, but he slowly slid down the wall until he landed flat on the floor, and after wobbling about he managed to rollover onto his side and climb back up onto his feet, and tripping over himself, he finally reached the door and felt it until he realized that he had to unlock it and he gasped and wondered if he should leave it, after he recalled something from the previous night, and he jerked it open!
Again nobody was there, or away out in the darkness, and he stood swaying about, doing a form of dance, and he eventually got tired of the drilling and thuds of the bell bouncing around viciously, and he spotted two of his neighbors looking out their windows annoyed, and he realized that it was probably the first time that they had properly seen him.
He realized that the doorbell needed replaced and started to search the dark garden, and gasped and stopped when he saw the strange thin fog engulfing his garden again, and he watched a neighbor at the side of his eyes trying to see what he did, and saw nothing, and decided to wait and see what happened to the mist and he studied it in more detail realizing that it had thickened, and he could not see what it was emerging from, and considered it was condensing there and he studied the dark night sky, and looked sideways and was surprised that it was not further down the road or up the road, or in fact anywhere else other than in front of him, and he considered it had to be a freak weather condition, caused by something he could not identify, and realized that it was entirely at ground level, and he wished he had a camera to film it and he considered who would be able to answer what it was while he watched an area of fog forming thicker in a region, where he was sure it was at the central point, which was surprisingly straight out in front of him!
He stood propped up against the door considering how the doorbell was connected with it, and wondered how it had activated it, and he ignored what had happened there on the previous night and was determined to start over again, less drunk than he had been, and explain what had happened.
His sight was still hazy and the mist seemed deepened, and he almost vomited for a second, and held himself firmly upright, trying to think of ways of stopping the bell blaring out, and getting rid of the neighbors looking out windows, and he wondered if he should leave it and see what they thought of what happened, and grew annoyed at the noise and collected all his energy and thought of pulling the bell off the side of the wall.
His thoughts went on the strange nature of the mist and its strange shifting movements, as though alive, and he saw lights flash like electricity in it and wondered if lightning could form at a ground level.
He had to keep examining it to see what it was altering into and he tried to recall what it had done on the previous night and he could not recall it having done anything itself and it was things that had formed in it, and with his hazy tired vision he saw it was repeating everything over again, and he realized he could not properly move, and especially move away, for some reason.
The thin vivid thin streaks like strange colored lightning flickered about, appearing all about his front, and he examined the thickening area hovering around his front menacingly carrying out what it was designed
to do, and he considered trying to find a way of getting inside before something happened, and he wondered if he would be killed by it this time!
It was like seeing the past breaking through a faint warp, or another time in the future that looked like the past, and he tried to see if he could recognize anything!
He strangely saw something actually appearing there from somewhere else, and examined it at different angles, and then it was like seeing another world somewhere else emerging through a gateway, and he saw parts of it through gaps in the thickened fog and saw regions of something strange in places, and spotted a major region open and studied it furiously and saw what looked like a chamber full of incredible technology he never recognized.
Out of nowhere a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of mist, and dazzled his eyes and made him gasp and try to move back, and he stood frozen watching its radiance pulsating and illuminating his garden and house out of the darkness, and he spotted one of his neighbors at their window standing watching it dazzled and confused, and realized he actually saw it, and he saw other neighbors looking out at the tremendous bright light illuminating all the buildings and their bedroom walls, magically illuminating the night, and the fog everywhere, with strange shadow formations from things shifting around that he could not see, creating mind-bending shifting shadows that weaved and probed their way around, and he watched a nearby neighbor’s face studying all the fog and lights.
Sounds of pounds of some heavy beast emerged, like it were there but not there, and he was surprised that the ground even gave shudders, and he wondered just what it was he had witnessed, and why he needed the neighbors to confirm it!
He considered how he could photograph it, and realized he could not leave to get a camera, and wondered what he could tell his psychiatrist about it and if he would believe that anything like it could possibly exist.
While he looked straight into its central region a massive strange dark shadowed formation emerged out, and shifted about in the surrounding mist, with the light behind it, from where it had come, creating mind-bending shifting shadow shapes all across his front, which weaved and probed their way about and to him, and he occasionally stopped his contemplation of the occurrence to consider what the hell was going on, especially as he had proven all the events of the previous night had not actually taken place!
In the end, after realizing how the psychiatrist would react he believed there had to be something solid there and that something was there that he could not quite grasp, and he considered if it was a new form of hallucination, and decided to force his brain into waking and pulling itself out of it and grasping what was actually there, realizing that something real had to be there all along and that he had to get to the bottom of things!
So when the shape emerged out of it he stood glaring at its giant monster shape in the light and darkness outside his front door and in the end he just laughed loudly at it, holding his belief that a hallucination would not be able to do anything, and vanish!
It was then the monster alien, the second alien leader, from the starship, which had teleported itself there to make contact with him, Dave Cameron, stood furiously watching him, wondering what he was, and detected something and gasped in horror, and Cameron lost his temper and started shouting and swearing at it and told it go away and to stop bugging him, and he refused to accept it existed and he grabbed the first object he found and threw it at it, and threw an old beer bottle at it and it bounced off its head!
The alien leader lost its temper and altered into an early form of its species and a giant alien bug and it sprayed him with yellow slime and tried to grab him around the waist but he avoided it and grabbed another empty bottle and charged at it as fast as he could, still attempting to force his mind into accepting nothing was there, and he ended up frantically wrestling with it all around his lawn, in the middle of the night, with him shouting loudly and swearing!
Before all the neighbors looked out their windows and come out houses the alien and phenomena had vanished and all most of them saw was Dave Cameron rolling about on the dark lawn drunk with an empty bottle of beer shouting and swearing loudly!
Once again Cameron got to his feet dizzily and feeling the drink and ran blindly without looking at full speed and dived on top of one of his neighbors, thinking he was the creature, grabbing at him and wrestling with him, and the other neighbors managed to grab him and carry him into his house, with him shouting out at it!
Later that night he awoke, where his neighbors had left him, when he heard his bell ring and he frantically grabbed a vase and ran at full speed to the door and yanked it open and the monster smashed the vase and attacked him over and over throwing him about his lawn, and thumped him in the stomach, and he doubled over and collapsed!
The next morning he was awoken by a paperboy in a heap in a large bin, wearing his pajamas!
Chapter 11
The Last Alien Leader
Cameron was ill the next morning and was furious too, and knew it existed now and he had enough evidence to prove it, and early in the day he rushed out and met a guy in a bar, someone in the army had introduced, and he bought an old rusted rifle and hundreds of rounds of ammunition and declared war on the alien bugs!
On Sunday night Cameron no longer thought about what had happened on the pervious night and only thought of his wounds!
His last thoughts of it were what to tell his psychiatrist on Monday, after the weekend, and in the end decided it was not worth mentioning to him.
After watching and ignoring the news programs and endless newspapers and magazines he decided to ignore it all until he had evidence the Prime Minister was back from where he was!
He ended up watching horror films and drinking until it was late and ended up almost in the same state as the night before, even though he intended to remain sober!
So when the third and last alien leader arrived to continue the first contact scenario he never heard the doorbell when it started ringing as he was in deep sleep, and when he awoke later he rushed over and grabbed his gun and loaded it.
The bell had been damaged, and with it continuing to ring, and was bouncing about on the wall beside the door and he ignored it and waking neighbors, which he wished to avoid, even though the police were looking for him, after they had chased him out the bar.
He conclusively unlocked the door and rushed out with the gun and he instantly saw something actually appearing in the thick mist there, from somewhere else, and he blasted three rounds at it, and he examined it at different angles, and while he reloaded the gun he saw it was like seeing another world and something emerging through a gateway, and he saw parts of it through gaps in the thickened fog and saw regions of something strange in places, and saw a major region open and studied it furiously and saw what was there on the previous night and a form of chamber full of technology that was part of something.
Out of nowhere a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of mist, which made him gasp and jerk, and he moved back, and he stood watching its radiance pulsating and illuminating his garden and house out of the darkness, and he spotted one of his neighbors glaring out a window and recalled the man from the previous night in his garden and wondered why he had not acknowledged the alien existed, and he saw other neighbors looking out after seeing the tremendous bright light illuminating the buildings and their bedroom walls, magically illuminating the fog, and he carefully watched his neighbor’s faces studying it all.
As soon as he heard the sounds of pounds of the heavy beast emerge he lifted up his gun and aimed it at it, and placed bullets where he could easily get them.
He instantly heard the ground shudder and prepared himself, and he wondered just what it was he was witnessing, and why the neighbors on the previous night had not confirmed it existed.
What would he tell his psychiatrist about this in the morning? He surely would not believe anything like it could possibly exist!
The alien seemed to see him as its st
range dark shadowed formation emerged out, and shifted about in the surrounding mist, and it rushed through and he wondered what the hell he was doing and he started firing bullets into it and shouting!
It jumped out at him and stood glaring at him as he shot bullets into its giant monster shape!
Cameron felt his sore head and the drink and was furious at what had happened on the previous night and rushed forward and started firing hundreds of rounds of ammunition into it while shouting and declaring war on the alien bug species!
He dashed around the garden blasting bullets at it and the monster grabbed him and threw him about his lawn until he collapsed and it dumped him in bushes, and it vanished, just as a large group of police vehicles arrived and surrounded his house and garden, hiding behind vehicles with guns!
Some hid at houses where his neighbors told them of all the shouting, and of Cameron running around in his pajamas shooting bullets everywhere, screaming that they were carrying out a planned alien invasion and that the Prime Minister needed to arrange a Cobra meeting immediately!
Chapter 12
The Monday Morning
Cameron rushed into the London psychiatrist’s waiting room late, on morning for his appointment, and avoided doing his clumsy trip and crash through the psychiatrist’s door.
Though when he knocked and was politely asked to enter he rushed in and tripped over his carpet and landed head first into his desk, smashing all the objects on it up into the air and over the floor, and he immediately started collecting the objects off the floor and standing objects back up in their original positions, and finally looked over at the aged psychiatrist staring at him insanely.
He calmly studied Cameron’s face, and gasped, “You again ...”
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