At 2 AM, I heard a soft knocking on my apartment door. Cautiously, I peered through the peephole and saw a little girl about eight years old with unusually bright blue eyes. I opened the door worried for her. I wondered what a child was doing wandering around at 2 AM in the morning, and I’d never seen eyes quite like hers.
“Can I have some food?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said. “What are you doing out at this hour? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay. I’m always out at this time.”
“You should be home in bed. Where are your parents?”
“What are parents?” she said.
“Your mother and father?”
She gave me a puzzled look, and I decided it was more important to get her some food than interrogate her. I warmed up a slice of pizza and poured her a glass of cola. She sat at my table and ate the pizza ravenously as if she hadn’t had any food in days.
When she finished, she gave me a little hug, and I felt heat in my heart. For a moment I wondered if I was going to have another heart attack like the one I had six months earlier. When she let go of me, the heat subsided, and I felt relieved my heart seemed okay.
The little girl said, “I have to go now.”
“Can I call your parents or give you a ride home?” I said, worried about her being out at that hour.
“No, I’m more okay than you could imagine,” She said smiling, and turned toward the door.
I was surprised she exuded such confidence. But, when she left my apartment, I decided to follow her from a distance to protect her if necessary, so she would get home safely. I hoped she wasn’t a homeless little girl. About a hundred yards into her walk in a seedy side of the city, a man leaped out of the shadows to grab her. When his hands touched her, his entire body lit up as if struck by lightning, and he fell to the ground dead, his burned-up corpse smoking.
Shocked and astonished by what I saw, I wondered who or what that little girl was and felt the urge to run away from her. Just as I was about to sprint home, green lights shone down on her. Frozen in place, unable to run, I looked up and saw a UFO hovering above. Just like in the movies, it beamed her up into the UFO and it vanished, probably into some other dimension. I went home shaken by what I’d seen. I couldn’t sleep that night and it took me a month to get over the nerve-rending aftereffects of that night. When I went for my three-month checkup for my heart condition, my cardiologist said my heart had mysteriously healed itself. I knew the little alien girl had gifted me with that.
I never saw her after that bizarre night. I wondered why she picked me to visit and why I often have dreams of aliens and other worlds since then. Sometimes I wonder if her visit was a precursor to aliens abducting me someday, as if she was like a scout seeking humans to abduct for unknown reasons. Or if those dreams of aliens and other worlds were actual abductions of me that my mind blanked out except for glimpses in dreams. I guess I’ll never know for sure.
Bob Boyd