Speaker 1: 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.
Speaker 2: Night of the Insectoid written by Scott Donnelly. Do you
hear that? Asked Max, stepping away from the telescope at
his window and putting his ear to the homemade radio
system he'd concoct it in his spare time. It was
an old portable FM radio with extra antennas, wires, buttons
and blinking lights, and now coming through its speaker was
a squirrely, buzzy noise. Winnie, his sister, stood up from
her place on the floor and sat her phone down.
She'd been playing mobile games while Max searched the cosmos
for extraterrestrial life with the telescope he'd gotten for Christmas
months back. It was just another boring Friday.
Speaker 1: Night for her.
Speaker 2: Let me guess Winnie said, another alien signal from outer space?
It is, Max said, with some excitement. I've been blasted
out signals from this baby for weeks now, he said,
patting the top of his radio system. Whinnie rolled her eyes.
It's static, Max, she sighed, It's always just static or
some interference. Why of all the people in the world,
would you be the one to start receiving radio signals
from aliens? Some what has to Max said, facing his sister.
Why can't that somewhat be me? Why would it have
to be an astronomer or some SETI employee SETI? Whinnie
questioned the search for extraterrestrial intelligence. Max said, they're based
in Silicon Valley. Silicon what Valley? Max reiterated, but stopped
when the radio began to go haywire again. Even Whinnie
couldn't ignore it this time, as much as she wanted to.
Max smirked, this one feels re Whinnie just shook her head.
Then why don't they show themselves, she sarcastically said, walking
toward the open window where a warm summer breeze was
blowing in. Why don't they stop sending radio scrambles in?
Just showed them felves when he stopped speaking as she
looked outside into the night. What is it, Max asked,
confused by the way her words drifted off, He joined
his sister at the window and looked into the sky
a shooting star when he softly said, Max saw it too,
but he didn't think it was a shooting star. He
thought it was exactly what his sister was complaining about
not happening. It's them, Max whispered when he looked at
her brother briefly before turning her attention back to the
thing streaking through the night sky. It was bright, green,
had a glowing tale, and zipped around indecisively. Then they
watched as the glowing green object roared overhead, viciously shaking
their house and crashed land somewhere nearby. The sound of
the impact was immense and earth shattered. Max's telescope fell
out of the window, and Winnie fell to the side,
losing her balance and falling onto her brother's bed. Max, however,
braced himself on the windowsill. Once the commotion had settled,
Max and Whinnie could hear car alarms going off somewhere
in the neighborhood, as well as dogs barking wildly. Whinnie
stood up and faced her brother with white eyes. What
on earth with that? She said, Max smiled. He wasn't
from earth, he said, it was them, I know it.
Whinnie picked up her phone from the floor. I have
to call mom and maybe she can leave work early.
As she opened her phone's green it glitched and then
went black. She tapped it furiously, but it wasn't working.
Max tried the radio, but it wasn't admitting any sounds
at all. Then from outside, the car alarms all stopped.
The only sounds that remained were the dogs barking, and then,
in a chilling fashion, one by one, each dog went silent.
Max and Winnie could feel their hearts racing, nearly beating
out of their chests. What do we do, Winnie stammered.
Max thought for a minute. The neighbors, he said, mister
and missus Hobart. Winnie agreed. She took her brother by
the hand, and together they rushed downstairs and out of
the house. The night was quiet now, no dogs, no
car alarms. There wasn't even a single cricket chirping. Come on,
Winnie said, trying to rush the two of them through
the front yards and to the Hobart's house. When they
got to the front door, Winnie knocked. They waited, but
no one answered. Max peered into the window next to
the front door and realized that all the lights were out.
I don't think they're home, Max said, maybe that crash
took out the power, Winnie wondered. Max shook his head.
Though our lights were still on. They looked back to
their house, but now it also sat in complete darkness.
Clouds rolled through the sky and blocked the moon's glow.
Max and Whinny gripped each other tighter. Then, in the dark,
from between the houses, they heard a noise. It was
a loud, heavy clicking sound. Well, what's that, Whinnie whispered.
Max was scared. He couldn't respond. He just breathed harder.
The clicking sound got closer and closer, but because of
the heavy darkness, they couldn't see anything. Then the clouds
gave way to the moon's glow and illuminated a giant
insectlike creature standing before them. It was the size of
a car, had numerous long or racktid like legs that
clicked together at a hideous face that mirrored that of
an ants under a microscope. Witty and Max screamed, triggering
the mass of alien insects to release a deafening screech itself.
Max turned and pounded on the door of the Hobart's house,
screaming for help. Winnie looked to her left and saw
a rape. She picked it up and held it out
in front of her like a weapon. The insectoid released
a snarling, we noar as it used one of its
legs as a blade, slashing toward the rape and cutting
it clean in hat. Wuinnie's eyes went wide. If it
could clean cut a wooden rake in two, she didn't
want to know what it could do to them. The
door to the Hobart's open, and mister Hobart stood there,
frightened and holding a spatula up as a weapon. Who
goes there, mister Hobart demanded, but was quickly met by
the sign of the giant insectoid towering over the neighbor kids.
He quickly tried to shut the door again, but Max
blasted into the house with his sister in tow. Mister
Hobart slammed the door shut and faced his living room,
where Max and Winnie cowered within a sea of flickering candles.
Missus Hobart emerged from behind the couch. Lad's out there,
she quivered, some oversized trouble. That's what mister Hobart said,
He eyed the kids.
Speaker 1: What's going on?
Speaker 2: It's an alien. Max screamed, I've been sending signals into
deep space toed the Kuiper Belt. Add something responded, signals aliens.
Mister Hobart looked across the room at his wife, swaying
shadows dancing up her face. Ethel, what do you know
about this? Ethel Hobart stared blankly at her husband, confused
as to why in the world he'd assumed she had
any information at all. But before she could give him
a piece of her mind, the front door blew inward
and the deep spacemenus who roared its way into the house.
Winnie and Max split, racing through the living room and
into the kitchen. Mister and Missus hobart screams were blood
curdling until they went silent. Winnie and Max looked at
each other, knowing what had to have happened. Winnie pushed
through the back door connected to the kitchen and back outside.
Max followed her, trying to shut the door behind him.
Screeching monster threw its weight into the door Max and
the door flew into the backyard. Max Weenie yelled, turning
back for her brother, She ran over and lifted the
door off of him. Max looked up at his sister,
the moon glowing brightly behind her. Then, rising up between
the moon and Winnie was the monstrous insectoid beast from space.
It raised one of its sharp tipped legs into the air,
released a dominating roar, and plunged it down into Winnie's back.
Winny's body stiffened up, and her eyes rolled into the
back of her head, showing only the whites. The insectoid
then became eerily quiet. As Max scrambled to his feet.
He lingered for a moment, wondering what was happening. Then,
through some kind of uncanny voice channeling, the creature used
Winnie to speak. The voice that came out of her
mouth wasn't sweet and innocent like it always was. It
was distorted and unhinged.
Speaker 3: I haven't been able to sleep in weeks.
Speaker 2: The voice of the monster's speed through Winnie said.
Speaker 3: Is it you who has been bombarding me with those awful?
Awful noises?
Speaker 2: Noises, Max stuttered. Then he thought about his radio and
the signals he'd been sending out into space. I was
sending out radio frequencies, he said. I wasn't sure if
they were even being heard. Oh they were, he insectoid said.
Speaker 3: And they are beyond annoying. Please stop. This is your
one and only warning. Next time, I'll come back and
eat more than just a few dogs and a couple
of hobarts.
Speaker 2: Max nodded. Okay, he fearfully obliged.
Speaker 3: Good. We have an understanding, then.
Speaker 2: The creature said, as he ripped its sharp tipped leg
out of Winnie and let her fall to the ground.
It then pivoted its body and scurry it off between
the houses, where it was swallowed by the dark at night. Winnie,
now injured, rolled onto her back, moaning what happened? You
were spared, Max said, trying to comfort his sister. Above them,
a pulsating green light shot up into the sky like
a laser and vanished deep into the stars. I need
to destroy my radio, Max said, when he nodded, cringing
in pain. Yeah, that's a good idea. I might need
to get a new hobby. Max tried to joke when
he sat up and stared at him. You will get
a new hobby, she said flatly, and the glow of
the moonlight her eyes turned black and she blinked horizontally.
Speaker 3: I don't make sure of it.
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see you next week. What a deep space war turns
our planet into a refuge? Man? I hope it's not
an insectoid army asking refuge from us. Can you imagine
them coming here and eating even more hobarts and then
wanting our help? Yeah, I don't think so, Insectoid.
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