I was jolted awake by shrieking outside my second-floor bedroom window. My heart was pounding wildly as I peered at the alarm clock–3:25. Again came the unearthly shrieking, sounding like nothing I’d ever heard before. I bounded out of bed and ran to the open window, shivering as I peered into the darkness.
The moonless night was illuminated by only the feeble glow from a streetlight down the block. When my eyes adjusted, I could see a shadowy creature moving by the woods bordering my yard. The hulking figure stopped near the trunk of a tree twenty feet away. I shuddered when I realized it was staring at me with glowing eyes. Terrified, I backed away from the window and moved to the side. I peered cautiously from behind the curtain for movement. The creature was now near a tree where the light was better. I gasped when I saw its size–it looked like a Bigfoot!
OK, this can’t be real. I live on a suburban cul-de-sac near parkland, not the deep forest. There is no way there would be a Bigfoot outside my window. And yet, there was something huge walking on two legs through the trees. To my relief it seemed to be leaving
–Oh No! It’s leaving!
I suddenly realized I needed to get a picture. I snatched my cellphone from the dresser and dashed back to the window to catch a shot before it was out of sight. I knew the flash might startle it but a photo would be priceless.
Back at the window, cellphone in hand, I desperately scanned the treeline for movement. There was total stillness. Still shaking from excitement, I sighed in disappointment.
I gazed out into the trees once more before giving up. Just then, an enormous, hairy hand slammed against the window screen in front of me. I screamed and fell back on the floor. The shrieking beast was standing directly under my window and had destroyed it. All thoughts of getting a photo were now gone as I struggled to my feet and groped for the bedroom door. Running into the hall, I could hear the window crashing as it was ripped from the house. I ran down the stairs, dialing 911.
“There’s something trying to get into my house!” I screamed at the operator. “Hurry, it’s trying to kill me!” The 911 operator kept asking me inane questions as I frantically ran from one window to another to see where it was now.
Suddenly, three black SUVs pulled up in front. Two men-in-black exited from each, two came to the door while the others scattered to the area around the house. “Who are you? Where are the cops?” I asked in confusion.
“We just want to ask you a few questions,” they said as they pushed past me into the house.
I told them what I’d seen but they brushed off my questions. Moments later, a saucer-shaped airship hovered over my backyard. I heard some noises, then a brilliant light beamed down for a few seconds, winked out and the ship disappeared.
The men turned on their heels, saying “Well, ma’am, that should take care of it. Sorry for the inconvenience. And, just so you know, none of this ever happened—remember that—none of this ever happened!”
Standing on my front steps watching as they all sped away, I lamely called, “Who the hell is gonna fix my window?”
Janice Wagar is the Coordinator of the East St Paul Speculative Fiction Writer’s Group. She wrote this for their Halloween Flash Fiction challenge. She’s also a member of the Out-To-Brunch Women’s Writers Group of the Twin Cities. She has published a family cookbook but now rests on her laurels and only writes for fun.