INVASION!
May 24, 2017 12:14:29 GMT -5
Post by themirrorthief on May 24, 2017 12:14:29 GMT -5
INVASION! "Please Doctor, for God's sake you must help me! I feel like I'm completely losing my mind and I can't take it very much longer." The very ordinary little man was extremely agitated and he constantly rubbed his palms against his rumpled clothing. "Now now Mr. Ellow, please try to relax...I assure you that I will do everything I can to make you better. I will admit that your case is quite unusual but not as difficult as all that I'm certain." Falconi eased back into his comfortable chair and lit a cigarette. He studied the nervous little man thoughtfully before continuing.
"These voices you hear, did I understand you to imply that they seem to be some bizarre distress signal or possibly a warning of some kind? Could you perhaps be a bit more specific about what exactly it is you are hearing inside your head?"
Ellow nodded anxiously several times. "Yes, yes. As a matter of fact I have written down some of the messages just in case you asked." He reached into the pocket of his sweater and pulled out a small notepad. He began to read: "Our situation is horribly desperate. They attack us from out of the sky, viciously and without warning. They spare no one...not the old, young, strong or weak. Let it be known that these monsters are cannibals that have developed a fiendish appetite for our tender flesh. We are a humble and plain race but they are very beautiful to look upon and quite proud of themselves. They come as we toil upon the earth, struggling to make our living. They carry away our children as we scream helplessly. It is a situation beyond hopeless. Even when we dig deep into the earth and hide underground they continue to seek us out with their powerful, terrible probes. Each and every one they find is immediately swept away to a horrible fate. They abduct and slay then sing a joyful, triumphant song of conquest. This sound is as horrifying to our hearts as it is beautiful to the ear. Please, by all that's holy beneath mother sun...help us before it's to late and we are no more. We have no one else that can hear us save only you. Defend us from the death from the sky! We beg of you."
Ellow laid he notebook aside, put his head in his hands and began sobbing softly.
Falconi had heard enough. He prescribed the poor man some powerful sedatives. "These pills will calm you down and help you get some sleep. I will schedule you a series of appointments beginning next month...sorry, but that's the earliest date that I can work you in. I'm sure you will be fine until then as long as you take the medication as prescribed. When you come back we will work through this thing together. You should be much more rested then and hopefully... more rational. These pleas for help you imagine that you are hearing are nothing more than a manifestation of your own subconscious. I believe we can identify whatever inadequacy is at the source of your affliction...in time of course." Falconi rose, gave the anxious little man a pat on the back and sent him on his way. "Call my office tomorrow to get the date for your first appointment and don't forget to check with my staff on your way out...to arrange payment of course." Two weeks later it was very lovely outside and Falconi paused in the park as he walked home from work. This was part of his routine, a little something to help him unwind and deflect some of the stress that built up during the long workday.
As he sat there surrounded by the glories of mother nature the doctor ate an apple and glanced through the afternoon newspaper. A rather tiny headline on the back page startled him. It read: WRITER JAMES ELLOW VICTIM OF APPARENT SUICIDE. "Poor disturbed devil," the Doctor muttered to himself. He had lost another patient. "I could have helped him." Falconi put aside the paper, somewhat resentful that it had jarred his serenity. He lit a cigarette and watched as a little bluebird landed nearby and picked at the ground until it finally captured a plump earthworm. With only a vague interest the Doctor observed as a variety of colorful birds repeated one of nature's oldest processes. It was getting a bit chilly as the sun dropped lower. Falconi stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. Unexpectedly he felt an object there. It was poor Ellow's tiny notebook. Falconi had forgotten. He had grown bored watching the birds and listening to them sing cheefully as they searched for substance. Out of curiosity the Doctor opened the notebook and began to absorb some of the hastily written text. "They attack from the sky." "They are beautiful and we are plain." "They are cannibals who feast upon our tender flesh." "They fly away with our young then sing triumphantly with beautiful voices." "We attempt to hide beneath the earth but their probes find us."
Falconi suddenly ceased his reading and his hands began to tremble slightly. "Impossible, utterly impossible," he mumbled to no one. "I've simply been working much to hard," he whispered to himself. He rose to his feet and avoided looking at the pretty birds. He tossed the paper and Ellow's notebook in the trash and immediately left the park. However, he did not go directly home as usual. He stopped at a bar first and had several stiff drinks. That was the last time he ever visited a park.
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"These voices you hear, did I understand you to imply that they seem to be some bizarre distress signal or possibly a warning of some kind? Could you perhaps be a bit more specific about what exactly it is you are hearing inside your head?"
Ellow nodded anxiously several times. "Yes, yes. As a matter of fact I have written down some of the messages just in case you asked." He reached into the pocket of his sweater and pulled out a small notepad. He began to read: "Our situation is horribly desperate. They attack us from out of the sky, viciously and without warning. They spare no one...not the old, young, strong or weak. Let it be known that these monsters are cannibals that have developed a fiendish appetite for our tender flesh. We are a humble and plain race but they are very beautiful to look upon and quite proud of themselves. They come as we toil upon the earth, struggling to make our living. They carry away our children as we scream helplessly. It is a situation beyond hopeless. Even when we dig deep into the earth and hide underground they continue to seek us out with their powerful, terrible probes. Each and every one they find is immediately swept away to a horrible fate. They abduct and slay then sing a joyful, triumphant song of conquest. This sound is as horrifying to our hearts as it is beautiful to the ear. Please, by all that's holy beneath mother sun...help us before it's to late and we are no more. We have no one else that can hear us save only you. Defend us from the death from the sky! We beg of you."
Ellow laid he notebook aside, put his head in his hands and began sobbing softly.
Falconi had heard enough. He prescribed the poor man some powerful sedatives. "These pills will calm you down and help you get some sleep. I will schedule you a series of appointments beginning next month...sorry, but that's the earliest date that I can work you in. I'm sure you will be fine until then as long as you take the medication as prescribed. When you come back we will work through this thing together. You should be much more rested then and hopefully... more rational. These pleas for help you imagine that you are hearing are nothing more than a manifestation of your own subconscious. I believe we can identify whatever inadequacy is at the source of your affliction...in time of course." Falconi rose, gave the anxious little man a pat on the back and sent him on his way. "Call my office tomorrow to get the date for your first appointment and don't forget to check with my staff on your way out...to arrange payment of course." Two weeks later it was very lovely outside and Falconi paused in the park as he walked home from work. This was part of his routine, a little something to help him unwind and deflect some of the stress that built up during the long workday.
As he sat there surrounded by the glories of mother nature the doctor ate an apple and glanced through the afternoon newspaper. A rather tiny headline on the back page startled him. It read: WRITER JAMES ELLOW VICTIM OF APPARENT SUICIDE. "Poor disturbed devil," the Doctor muttered to himself. He had lost another patient. "I could have helped him." Falconi put aside the paper, somewhat resentful that it had jarred his serenity. He lit a cigarette and watched as a little bluebird landed nearby and picked at the ground until it finally captured a plump earthworm. With only a vague interest the Doctor observed as a variety of colorful birds repeated one of nature's oldest processes. It was getting a bit chilly as the sun dropped lower. Falconi stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. Unexpectedly he felt an object there. It was poor Ellow's tiny notebook. Falconi had forgotten. He had grown bored watching the birds and listening to them sing cheefully as they searched for substance. Out of curiosity the Doctor opened the notebook and began to absorb some of the hastily written text. "They attack from the sky." "They are beautiful and we are plain." "They are cannibals who feast upon our tender flesh." "They fly away with our young then sing triumphantly with beautiful voices." "We attempt to hide beneath the earth but their probes find us."
Falconi suddenly ceased his reading and his hands began to tremble slightly. "Impossible, utterly impossible," he mumbled to no one. "I've simply been working much to hard," he whispered to himself. He rose to his feet and avoided looking at the pretty birds. He tossed the paper and Ellow's notebook in the trash and immediately left the park. However, he did not go directly home as usual. He stopped at a bar first and had several stiff drinks. That was the last time he ever visited a park.
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