Beyond Belief
by Michael A. Kechula
“Me and
Charlie crashed a weird party,” Willie said.
“You wouldn’t believe who was there. Or
maybe I should say WHAT was there. Scared the
hell out of us. After our eyes got used to
the lights and looked around, we ran out of there.
But not before Charlie reached out and touched
one of those creepy things."
“What did
you see?” asked Jim.
“Very
strange beings. None had had more than two
legs. And get this: they all had two arms.
Even worse, their freakin heads were sitting
above their arms on top of their bodies---if
bodies is even the right word."
“C’mon.
Nothing has a head on top. Not even
Gribblesnatchers on Saturn. What the hell you
been smoking?”
“Nothing.
I swear. None of them had heads on their backs
like us. In fact, they only had one head. They
were the ugliest looking things I’ve ever
seen anywhere in the universe.”
“Aw,
nothing could be that awful.”
“I’ll
take you there so you can see for yourself.”
“OK
let’s go. By the way, what happened to
Charlie?”
“He got
so scared, he jumped in his ship and headed home.
You should’ve seen the look on his face.
He said he was going to tell the Interstellar
Protector Patrol about what he saw.
If they believe him, they ought to show up any
minute to exterminate those freaks. So, if you
want to see something beyond belief before they
get wiped out, we better get there fast.”
They arrived
too late. The Interstellar Protector Patrol
had already torched the building.
“Hey,
Officer,” Jim yelled. “What was
inside?”
“Ugliest
bastards we ever saw. We captured one and
killed the rest.”
“Can I
have a look at the prisoner?” Jim asked.
“That’s
against the rules until it gets processed through
the Species Identification Center.”
“How long
will that take?”
“Hard to
say. Something this weird might take a
dozen or more sun rotations to classify.”
“Is it
true that they only had one head, two arms, and
two legs?”
“Yep.”
“Just
like I told you,” Willie said.
“You’ve
seen them?” asked the Officer.
“Yes. Me
and my friend Charlie. He’s the guy
who reported this thing to you guys.”
“Hmm.
You better come with me.”
“Why?”
Willie asked.
“For
psychological reorientation. You’ve
suffered a terrible trauma. You might start
babbling like your friend.”
“But I
feel fine. Just got a bit scared, that’s all.”
“You sure?”
“Fiblee
biblee kiblee boop.”
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