Looking Out My Backdoor

by Jenunique

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Teri had made the last twist on the bulb when it flickered to life and winced as the light blinded her. She climbed down from her chair then pushed it back under the table.

Wringing her hands Teri walked to the door and flipped on the front porch light. Peering out the window, she scanned the frontyard carefully. Her breath fogged the cold glass of the window before she moved away from it.

Every available lamp, ceiling light, nightlight, flashlight and candle burned.

Teri moved to the back of the house to turn on the flood lights. She pulled her blue sweater from the hanger and shrugged it on, absently checking the pockets for the backup Maglite Minis. She let out a reserved sigh, one in each, she thought.

Her fingers hovered over the switch and she closed her eyes, hoping. She held her breath as she pushed the switch up.

Just beyond the reach of the glow it stood looking at the house with its huge oval black eyes which covered most of its oversized head.

The Grey was waiting for her again.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Looking Out My Backdoor

    flute faerie's Buddy Icon flute faerie

    Posted 3 months ago

    Yikes, that sent me shivering. Now I wanna know what The Grey is.

  2. Looking Out My Backdoor

    Jenunique's Buddy Icon Jenunique

    Posted 3 months ago

    Greys, the ones to which I am referring, are the most “popular” aliens which people ‘report seeing’ or being ‘abducted by.’ Here’s a wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_alien for more information. I recently watched a video that made me sleep with the lights on, hence, the inspiration. And believe me, I’ll take it (the inspiration) where I can get it. :D (I won’t post the link to the video, because of the fear factor involved. Way too creepy.)

  3. Looking Out My Backdoor

    Robotech_Master's Buddy Icon Robotech_Master

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    The buildup of this story is very good. It begins with one small action—the screwing in of the lightbulb—and then builds as Teri displays increasingly strange photophilic tendencies, and the reason is only revealed in the very last line with a terrific “hook.” Magnificent.

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