Posts
Very faint, the long high pitched sound of a police siren. The creatures’ triangular shaped ears rise up a bit and start moving to and fro upon their heads. With sudden and exact quick movements, they turn and bound into the distant darkness of the night.
Lendal drops the curtain and backs up, picking up the shotgun, to stand at Tanner’s side. He holds the shotgun at the ready and is shaking and breathing hard.
“OK, they’re gone! Cops scared them off!” He spoke hastily, each word tripping over the other, adrenalin and fear coursing through his veins. “Got to hide these guns before they get here!”
“You don’t have licenses for either one!?!”
“No sir I do not!”
The siren comes to a stop and tires screech out in the street.
“Here Tanner, take the shotgun and hide these carefully under my bed. Put the safeties on first! K?”
“Yeah yeah, I got it, don’t worry.” He turns and walks quickly up the stairs just as heavy pounding comes upon the front door.
“Open up! Police! We got a call about a possible break-in!”
“OK! Coming!” Lendal tries to stall a bit, but then feels that he had better not and maneuvers, hurriedly, to open the door.
He immediately professes relief and gratitude in hopes of resolving the situation quickly. “Oh thank you for coming officers, your sirens scared them off. “
The officer that had knocked on the door was a tall, thin, middle aged man with brown hair, neatly trimmed. Behind him, a shorter, stockier officer stands at the edge of the porch surveying the house and surrounding yard. The taller officer reaches up to the CB microphone that is attached at his shoulder, and rests his thumb upon the push-to-talk button patiently. “Did you happen to see which way they went?”
“Yes, off in that direction.” Lendal points to where the beasts had vanished into the darkness. “They were off in a split second.”
The officer squeezes the push-to-talk button, “Suspects have fled premises on foot in south easterly direction. It looks like they are headed in the direction of Meldoone Manor.”
“Roger that number 9, we have units in pursuit,” responds the operator from the CB radio attached to his belt.
The officer continues his inquiry, “Did you get a good look at them?”
Lendal knows he has to answer quickly and since he has already said that he knew in which direction they had fled, he has to give them some kind of description. “Yeah, they were large black…,” he pauses. He couldn’t lie and cause some sort of racial profiling incident and he brakes down, “…dog-like alien beasts.”
The officer leans back toward his CB microphone in preparedness to relate the description to the operator and stops, drops his hand from the microphone and leans toward Lendal with some aggression.
“What!?!”
“Yes sir. I’m telling the truth. I saw them plain as day right there where you are standing now. My roommate saw them first; they were digging or something right out there in the front yard!” Lendal dispenses the information with some excitement.
The officer turns his head toward his partner. “Tom, see if there is any evidence of digging in the front yard.”
“OK.” The stout, somewhat muscular officer turns and walks down the porch stairs.
“What’s your name?”
“Lendal Mevoul.”
“Have you been living here long?”
“About two months.”
“Your roommate’s name?”
“Tanner Schmel.”
“He’s been here how long?”
“Same. We found this house together to rent for the school year.”
“Students at Balentine U?
“Yes sir.”
“Can I speak to Tanner?”
“Sure.” Lendal turns and shouts for Tanner, whom is still upstairs.
“Alan.” Tom has returned from his front yard investigation. His brow is tense and tight, his eyes wide. “You need to come take a look at this.”
Alan joins his partner and together they walk down the porch stairs into the large front yard.
“What’s up?” Tanner is behind Lendal. He turns from watching the police stride off, murmuring to each other, to face his roommate.
“Did you hide the guns?” he asks in a tense hushed voice.
“Yeah, don’t worry, they are stored away. How’s it going?”
“I had to tell them the truth about what I saw, at least the basics.”
“What!?!” Tanner is suddenly visibly worried. “They aren’t going to buy that, Lendal. They’re going to suspect some sort of mischief.”
“I know. I panicked a little bit.”
“A little bit?!”
“I didn’t have my story straight, I didn’t know what to say. I’m hoping that hole out there will give credence to the weirdness I witnessed.”
Tom is uneasy and is fiddling with is holstered pistol as they walk into the yard. “I know what that kid said is some crazy talk, but wait until you see this.” He pulls out his flashlight, Alan follows suit, and they shine the lights ahead. Within about ten feet or so, in the middle of this massive front yard is a large opening in the ground, at least fifteen feet or so in perfect circumference. There is no dirt, of any amount, outside of the hole. It is surrounded by the lush green grass of the lawn.
"There is no dug up dirt anywhere."
“What about in the hole?” Alan asks as he cautiously approaches the opening.
“Take a look.”
Alan shines his light inside the expertly round opening. The sides are smooth, almost glazed, and as he peers in he can see that the hole tunnels straight downwards well beyond the illumination of his flashlight.
“Either this hole has been here forever, or we are going to have to believe that something extraordinary occurred here recently,” said Tom, right hand still resting on the handle of his pistol.
Alan sighs, “Yes. It looks as though we will. The metamorphosis has begun, it must be related. The kid said the creatures headed toward Meldoone Manor, which is not good.”
“I hear you. What next?”
“First, I radio this in so command is aware, then we return to the house and clearly disbelieve them. We’ll check their eyes for dilation and redness and try and get them to allow a search, and then ask them to come down to the station.”
“Arrest them?”
“If we find something, yes, otherwise, no. We’ll tell them we need to get their story documented, witnessed, and their complaint registered. We need to take them in, regardless”
No comments:
Post a Comment