Welcome to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's always the spooky season,
full of chills, thrills, and spine tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are
family friendly frights for those ages eight and up, and while our stories are
for younger years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the
night, and some children may not be able to handle what others can.
Parental consent is recommended now for tonights micro Terror Halloween Night of the Living Dead,
Part three, First Contact. Barbara sat in the kitchen of her home,
shaking through the windows. Only moments earlier, she had seen the latest
light show, the insane bursts of blue that almost blinded her before subsiding back
into darkness. She didn't want to know what was going on outside, and
now she regretted letting Peter rush out of the house like you did. What
kind of mother am I? Barbara thought, Disgusted by her decision. She
needed to rise to the occasion like her son had. Whatever the occasion was,
she did believe what her son told her, something about zombies coming from
the graveyard across the street, but at the same time, she didn't sure
something was wrong. That much was certain The power going out all over town,
the blue lightning and flashes from the sky, that darn cosmic pulse.
Barbara thought, it's making everyone crazy. There had to be a perfectly reasonable
explanation for all of this. Barbara stood up from the kitchen table and walked
through the house until she was at her front door. She grabbed a light
jacket from the coat wreck, tossed it on, and opened the door.
George startled her at the doorstep. He looked sick. He looked wrong.
Barbara cocked her head and gawked at her husband. She wanted to say something,
but she couldn't find the words. His skin was dead and peeling.
He had peculiar red smears all over himself. His eyes were unnatural shades of
yellow and red, and there was nothing behind them, no emotion, no
feeling, no life. George was dead, but yet there he was standing
before her. Before she could utter his name, he attacked Barbara with a
snarling force. Her screams echoed throughout Holman, blending in with all the others.
Peter couldn't remove his eyes from the thing in the sky, not even
the countless screams of men, women and children across Holman were enough to deter
his focus. He'd seen this kind of thing before, however, it was
always in the movies Wore the Worlds, the man from Planet X, Planet
nine from outer space. Peter didn't even want to think of the implications of
what he was seeing now, and on top of a zombie apocalypse, this
wasn't going to go well. Sean rushed out of his house, joining Peter
on the porch. He looked briefly at the shimmering blue wall that surrounded Holman,
but then turned his attention to the sky, just like his friend,
just like everyone else was doing. Is that uh? Sean began, but
couldn't bring himself to finish the question he never thought he'd have to ask.
A flying saucer, Peter confirmed, still taken aback by the sight, the
flying saucer that had entered the airspace over Holman was also the responsible source of
the shimmering dome that now covered it. Peter's brain worked over time trying to
make sense of it all. If the saucer was responsible for the dome,
it was a safe assumption that it was also responsible for the mysterious cosmic pulse
that was tracked through space as well. As the strange bolts of lightning that
reanimated the dead. Was this some sort of sick game, Peter thought,
Raise the dead, let them wreak havoc, and just watch all the carnage
from above? Was this a form of alien entertainment? Then out of nowhere,
the ship silently lowered itself, landing and disappearing behind the fog written cemetery.
We're being evaded by aliens and zombies, Sean said, his pizza cutter
rattling in his grip. Before Peter could respond, a deep voice called out
from the street, Sean, Peter, get down. The tall, brooding,
mustachioed Sheriff Arros was rushing towards them, his gun drawn. Peter and
Sean didn't think twice. They both ducked to the ground as Holman's beefed up
sheriff opened fire. Two heavy thuds hit the ground behind the boys. Peter
rolled over to see who Sheriff Arros had dropped. He saw two individuals on
the ground, a man and woman, both dead. Well deader mom,
dad, Peter mumbled. He stood to his feet and looked down at his
zombified parents. His mind went blank. He didn't know how to feel.
He knew grief was there, but something was keeping it from surfacing. You
boys have to come with me now, Sheriff Arros said, trying to hurry
them along. But my parents, Peter said, shakily, They weren't your
parents. Sheriff Arrows expressed, they had been changed by the dead. Those
things are everywhere. They're multiplying faster than I can eliminate them. Where's thy
dad, Sewn, asked the Sheriff. I eliminated him a matter of factly,
said, Shawn's jaw dropped. But he came to get you. Ros
laughed darkly. Oh, yeah, he came to get me, all right,
get me with his teeth. He came to be looking for a meal
Halloween night, snack. I wasn't going to let my brain become that snack.
Peter turned to the sheriff. We have a new problem, he said,
motioning to the cemetery. Arros knew exactly what Peter was talking about,
the aliens. He said, yeah, that's definitely a problem. We'll just
add it to the list of other nonsense. The screams around Holman continued,
almost overshadowed by these snarling groans from the ever growing number of undead ghouls.
There's an old mine shaft off the main stretch, about a quarter of a
mile south of here. Ros said they used it back in the data transport
materials when Holman was established. With that force field up all around us,
I think the mind shaft is our only shot at getting out of here and
getting help. Sean froze that mindshift shaft is haunted. Arrows scoffed, it's
not haunted. I personally spread that rumor to keep the kids of Holman away
from it. It's dangerous, but it's also possibly our only way out of
here. But what about you, Edgar the miner, Sean asked, I
made him up too, was my grandfather? Ros said he was definitely a
spook, but not a ghost. The cold breeze blew against the back of
Peter's neck. He felt something was wrong, he felt another impending danger.
Turning around, he saw the fog thickening before him, and within the fog
he saw shadows, shadows that belonged to the dead. They lurched from the
fog and revealed themselves, ghoulish, dead and hissing with malice. Peter turned
and tried to run, but slipped on a pile of wet leaves in the
grass. He smacked the ground, clunking his head against it. As he
shook off the days, he heard several muffled gunshots around him. Sheriff Arros
was eliminating more zombies as he had so casually put it, But then the
gunshots ceased to exist. He heard a scream in place of him, a
manly yet devastating and defeated scream. Peter struggled to get to his feet,
weighing from one side to the other in his foggy days. He saw a
blurry and distorted event play out before him. Several figures several zombies attacked Sheriff
arrows from behind. His weapon was dry and had no way of fighting back.
Peter's vision began to clear up. The zombies overpowered Holman's Sheriff, taking
him down to the ground and smothering him until his screens were abruptly canceled.
Sean launched at the pile of zombies on top of the sheriff, slicing and
dicing his pizza cutter at them like he was serving up an extra large pepperonium
sausage. But then the circular blade got wedged between one of the zombies's shoulder
blades and neck. Sean couldn't get it to come back out. He struggled,
he pulled, he yanked, but it was all to no avail.
He had to abandon his weaponized utensil. Sean stepped back, bumping into Peter,
who was now fully recovered. The boys stood side by side, slowly
backing away from the zombies. All of the undead monsters rose to their feet
and staggered in their direction. Sheriff Arros also rose up, dead and gray
with glowing eyes. He snarled at the boys, joining in the morbid chorus
of the dead. Wet snarls and inhuman screeches erupted behind the boys. They
spun around to see another horde of zombies closing in on them. They were
trapped sandwiched between two different hordes who wanted nothing more than to eat them and
turn them into their dulish clones. It was nice knowing you, Sean cried
out. Peter was overwhelmed. He heard Sean, but couldn't bring himself to
respond in just a moment. Once the first bite happened, it wouldn't matter
anyway, Peter decided, to just close his eyes and wish for a quick
death. Maybe it won't be so bad, he thought. They all seem
to work together pretty well. That's something that even living humans can't do.
Seeing nothing but the darkness under his eyelids, Peter made peace with his horrific
fate. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. But then something happened.
There was a loud sound, quite a blast. It reminded him of a
laser gun blast from the hundreds of science fiction movies he'd seen and video games
he'd played. The blast was followed up by a sizzling sound and then a
pop. Oh my god, Peter heard Sean say, in complete disbelief.
Peo. Peter opened his eyes just as the blasts continued. They were lasers.
Piercing electric green blasts hit the zombies. They sizzled from the legs up
until they were charred like the burt drippings at the bottom of an oven.
Then pop, they burst into a cloud of ashes. Blast after blast,
Each zombie that surrounded Peter and Sean met the same exact fate until there were
none left within. The wet leaves and grass around them now lay a fine
layer of black ash There were still screams and gunshots echoing in the distance,
but within their space, Peter and Sean were met with unnerving silence. They
breathed heavily, their hearts pounding with the ferocity of a thousand tribal drums.
Then through the fog another figure appeared. This one was much taller than the
zombies. It walked upright like a human, and was more brooding and wider
in the shoulders like it wore enormous shoulder pads. Its head was rounded like
a dome, and in one of its hands was a weapon, the laser
gun. Perhaps still on the side of caution, Peter and Sean slowly backed
up as this new entity split the fog in half, finally revealing itself in
full to them. It was nearly seven feet tall and wore some kind of
armor plated suit with strange markings all over it. The suit shined unlike any
material the boy had ever seen before. The weapon in its grip was cannon
like. Colors swirled around the barrel as it hummed with life. The armor
suit it wore was larger near the shoulders, and a top of it was
a helmet a glass dome, but it was what was beneath the helmet that
was terrifying. The being inside the suit looked human enough, but its face
was all wrong. Its features were sharp, angled strangely, and in some
areas seemed to droop, while in others seemed more pronounced. It looked like
it was made from clay. Even its mouth was just a long slit that
looked like it didn't belong, like it was an afterthought. Its eyes were
small and beady, and its head was bald, but with grooves reaching from
the front to the sides where ears should have been. Peter had come to
a well educated conclusion that this being, this heavily armored alien life form,
was the reason Holman had fallen and under such a horrible spell. He and
Sean froze. They'd been able to somehow fend off the zombies, but now
seeing this hulking beast from another world standing before them and wielding it out of
this world weapon that proved capable of vaporizing someone in an instant, their hope
to elude death quickly faded. This is it, Sean said, accepting their
impending fate. As Peter and Sean braced themselves for imminent vaporization. Something happened,
a sharp crackle like feedback from a microphone, and then a short burst
of static emitted from a speaker system somewhere on the alien's suit. When the
fuzzy standic cleared, the being spoke, but it was in a language the
boys had never heard before, A very alien language is it tried to communicate
with them. Peter and Sean shot each other a quick glance. The alien
grunted in frustration and then reached up to a small speaker box centered on its
chest plate, press a button, and then spoke again. Its voice sounded
like it was being strained through radio, but it was now at least in
a language the boys understood. You don't be afraid, the alien said,
I have not come to hurt you. The fear that Peter and Sean had
felt began to melt away. The alien continued, This is all one giant
misunderstanding, it said, I am going to be in so much trouble.
Tune in next week for the finale of our four week micro Terrors Halloween event,
Halloween Night of the Living Dead. Thank you for listening to micro Terrors.
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