Frankentown (26 page)

She was dreaming.

She quickly saw Frank’s etheric energy and responded to it, but it must have looked different, fantastic to her. She might have had special feelings about him, which, if either of them remember, they could talk about in the morning.

He finally had someone he could trust, be with, perhaps live with. Someone to hold on to. He didn’t feel like he needed to particularly think it through, because it felt
right
.
It had only taken him all of two seconds to figure out where he stood on the matter,
and he’s done that a long time ago that evening.
His family was probably lost forever, and he didn’t want to die alone. He deserved this.

If it won’t work, it won’t work.

If it does, it was meant to work.
Suddenly, Frank felt the family cat brush up against him and felt the presence of his father and recalled a random night where they all sat on the couch watching some throw-away TV show.
What it was did not matter one bit.
There was nothing better than family. Kin. Someone to hold on to.
Laura.

As Laura slept, looking like a million bucks, Frank roamed around the house freely, while his body comfortably rested next to his dream-girl’s in the bed, where for the first time, truly, the bed had been warm. He saw her dreams form above her and could look into them, read their meanings and before he realized, her dreams intersected with his and they dreamt together, but did not know it. For Frank, the dream did not feel lucid. Not anymore. They were together outside, under the old umbrella tree, peeping at a second instance of Frank, who was pouring himself a stiff drink. Laura stopped paying attention and withdrew a small pill bottle and put a single blue blister-packed pill in an envelope Frank handed her. She wrote his address on the label in an unfamiliar hand.

They attached it behind the windshield wiper on his car, parked out front. In addition to the Prussian Blue pill, he also included a small piece of paper that said; “It’ll turn your pee green.”

Which was definitely in his handwriting, but neither him nor Allen ever found it in the envelope. Then he dreamt Laura and how they were in his kitchen and went into his fridge in hazard suits, Laura discovered the frozen puddle of alien and peeled it off the pizza box and into a refrigerated body-organ containment unit. The two then drove through to eastern California, the long way, hidden inside a giant Canopied Truck, toward the desert and right into the Groom Lake station in Nevada. When they arrived, the four tall grays that he remembered meeting earlier stood over him, their stares more frightening than anything. Because the deformed state of one of theirs arrived, they rose their hands in the air and transferred purple energy to recover the soul.
 
The small gray once again hovered by in thin air. Laura watched all of this with fascination, not surprise. She was comfortable with the everything that was going on. Did she know? Then they were in the Groom Lake bunkers, about to get busy.

Then the rest of the dream was either a blur or got too personal to write about politely.

Chapter Thirty-one

The End of All Things

Many mornings he’d wake up with his head being the ham in the pillow sandwich.
But this morning, Frank was woken up with a corked, half empty wine bottle landing on his head, not breaking. He was completely naked in his warm bed with no clear idea what warranted such a turn of events. On the nightstand, a half-empty glass of wine stood that Laura drank from the night before. She was there and he was just slightly more pleased than confused about it.

The blinds were drawn shut, but it looked like there might have been a gorgeous pink sunrise outside. For the first time in many years, sounds of a familiar voice echoed through the halls of the house in a strangely familiar fashion.

It was Laura, singing and making breakfast downstairs.

It wasn’t all a dream.
Frank sat up,squinted
 
and winced until his eyes adjusted to the light and then sneezed.
At times the house was unforgivingly cold.
This was one of those times.
As fast as he could, he put on the first pair of jeans he saw and a t-shirt. He had company - he couldn’t just leave the bed unmade, so he shook up the duvets, doing a passable job at best.

The aroma of his dad’s favorite african coffee sent Frank all the way down where he didn’t really want to go- memory lane.
He hadn’t made coffee in years.
Unless he somehow managed to have slept through it, she didn’t grind the beans, which meant the coffee will have tasted like the fridge.
Right before Walter disappeared, they ran out and he bought a new bag, ground about twenty years ago. So it was now ‘vintage’ at best.

Halfway down the stairs the zest of the Ethiopian coffee met him with a punch.

“Could you throw more wood on the fire?” he heard Laura say when the stairs creaked beneath him when he headed for the kitchen. He turned on his heel to get to the living room.

A fire had been lit in the fireplace, and the curtains were drawn. As the long-past holiday tradition dictated, he threw a log from the small pile that was arranged on the right side of the hearth. The fire roared and the cracking of the burning wood reverberated through the hall, which was just beginning to reach ‘room temperature’ for the first time in years. Laura had just finished cooking breakfast and the coffee pot’s ‘ready’ light came on.
What an amazing woman
, Frank thought.

“Did we-?” Frank asked half-politely.

Laura’s smile said ‘I want to be with you. But I’m afraid.’

What a beautiful face to wake up to. A warm body. A friend.

“Come get some breakfast.”

He came and sat down beside her and dug into his plate of scrambled eggs he squeezed ketchup over. With his mouth full he said “Oh yeah, Christmas’ around the corner.”
She took his hand and led him back to the living room and opened the curtains.

“Look at this.” Frank swallowed.

It was far brighter outside than in.
Frank’s hangover wasn’t thanking him.
The first glance was gorgeous; fluffy organic cotton clouds lined the city in a thick blanket and only several buildings protruded. Some of the buildings had strange attachments that were floating in mid air. Alien ships? Colonies?
Half a dozen floating shapes of various sizes and glowing discs, moving in between like data on a circuit-board. The ships all levitated around the tops of the skyscrapers, establishing contact with the town’s most important citizens; those placed on the highest floors or the tallest buildings.
Top managers, presidents, people with more money than they will ever need.

The pyramid building. The church.
Birds flew around the objects in circles, looking for answers of their own in this biblical event.
Truly a sight to behold.
Emily stood at the window in her pajamas, breakfast pan in hand, with a manic look on her face, gazing, about to enjoy the most memorable breakfast of her life.

“It’s been that way since I got up.”

“When?”

“Two hours ago.”

Frank stared off at the rapture outside.
After a while, Frank left the window side to find and empty all the bottles of alcohol he had in the house down the kitchen drain. Then he started hiccuping and returned to Laura, who stood in awe of everything.
As they watched history being rewritten, neither of them minded the increasingly strange reality, because now, for the first time in forever, they were not facing it all on their own.
They looked at each other.
No words needed to be spoken.
The transfer of energy between them was conveyed in more than just the eye contact.
Frank wasn’t sure whether it’s always been that way, or whether he has gained some heightened sense of consciousness, but It didn’t matter.
Laura drew the blinds on the window again.

It’s about that which we don’t perceive but feel, nevertheless.

Whether you choose to believe it all or not, this book is based on actual events. The people portrayed in this book declined to specify their names.

Parts of this story were adapted from scattered pieces of world history and general knowledge.

Our civilization on this earth is a young one and there are great many things in between space and time that we have not yet begun to understand.

Electricity was only invented 124 years ago from this day.

And yet it’s been here all along.

So has everything about everything been discovered?

Is there truly nothing left?

Much like electricity, the invisible is still elusive.

And that which disappears is all on faith.

When as t night a palm tree in the wind starts looking like a crawling spider, or you tilt your head up from your laptop and gaze into the dark depths of the night and see
Them
, looking right back at you, the ugliest and most bizarre creatures humanity has ever beheld, only then will you understand.

That is the part of the world that most are missing.

Best thing we can do is face forward.

Or is it the part of life that we’ve all been missing, because it only mutates very slowly mutates as it replicates

and replicates

 
and replicates

   
 
and replicates

   
and replicates

Aleks Vujovic

Look for the second book in Winter 2014.

Frankentown

Book of Psi

 
Prologue 1776

I Passing Passés

II Big Head or Passing Bottles

III Asea

IV Miracle

V Investigation

VI Soggy

VII Ventilated

VIII "Recovery"

IX At the same time

X Induction

XI A Warm Welcome

XII Icarus

XIII Concerning Greys

XIV On The Dragon's Hearth

XV Time Travel

XVI Holiday

XVII 0101

XVIII A good career

XIX Voluntary Induction

XX Levitation

XXI Homecoming

XXII The long flight

XXIII Shame

XXIV Home visit
 

XXV Nice to Meet you

XXVI Cutting time

XXVII So, Anyway,

XXVIII Emergency

XXIX Blue

XXX Laura

XXXI The end of all things

Afterword

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