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1. Surprise

U.S.A. Florida, not far from the coast...

Work, work, work...and guess what, work! In this last month, my life has been reduced to arrange paperwork, answer the phone, make appointments and bear Samantha, my boss, who recently was difficult to handle at work for her constant bickering with her husband, now decided to seek divorce. She has always been an honest and affable person, but in recent times I could no longer bear this dual role of secretary/psychologist that she had given me; I was in her company for just six months and I liked my work, but recently it had been particularly stressful and even though I knew that these periods of work stress could happen, I couldn't wait to get back to my normal daily rhythm. I was so focused on what I was doing to realize only after someone was standing in front of my desk, waiting; I looked up, it was Claire

"You should take a break, honey, or you will go crazy" she said with a smile

"I'm already crazy" I replied amused

"Come on, let's go eat; at least you can relax a little your nerves"

"Huh?" I looked at the watch on my wrist, and I realized it was time for lunch; the work was so much that I had lost track of time. I got up and followed Claire to the company canteen, chatting pleasantly. I met Claire shortly after I was hired and I immediately thought that she was very nice; I really liked her thick red hair and the way she settled her glasses when she was nervous; but she always complimented for my brown hair, long and straight, and each time she told me to bring them loose, and not collected as I usually did; we were both of medium height, neither too fat nor too thin, but recently I was committed to going to the gym to make my body more athletic and relax the nerves when I was nervous: nothing was more relaxing than to punch a big sack boxing until exhausting the energy. We continued to talk about this and that even in the canteen, and with trays in the hands we looked for a place to sit

"Hey Jess! Over here!" said a voice behind me; I turned and saw Mark along with his other colleagues who beckoned to his table; I sighed heavily, that day I didn't at all want to talk to him...but surely Claire wanted to have a chat and so I was forced to accept his invitation

"Glad to see you, you and your nice little ass" he said as I sat down

"As usual you left your brain to the gym, Mark" I said with a smile; I met him by chance here in the canteen; he wasn't a bad guy, he was nice and funny, but sometimes he was a little too much bully and never missed an opportunity to boast of his biceps and pectorals, due to years and years of training and weightlifting, and his amorous conquests, a list too long for anyone; and unfortunately it seemed that he had chosen me as his next victim, when Claire would make false papers to get his attention; I was displeased for her and her unrequited love and for me, because every time I had to put up with an indefinite amount of unwanted compliments and invent a thousand excuses not to go out with him. After lunch, as I had learned to do for the past three months, I got up before the others and greeted them to return to work, avoiding attempts at courtship of Mark; Claire followed me in the corridor, walking by my side

"I repeat that you're wrong Jessica, you should at least try to go out with him" she said, beginning a speech that we had already faced more than once

"I don't understand why you act like this, when you would like to be the one to jump on him, you and your hormones"

"I'd love to, but I don't want certainly be a problem between you"

"I've already explained to you, Claire: he can be handsome, muscular and sexy as you want, but, really, he isn't my type; if it were up to me, you could do whatever you want with him"

"Hmmm, Jess don't say these things" she whispered lustful "when I think of what I could do with him and his muscles...rrrrrr!"

I shook my head resigned, but I couldn't help smiling; we both went back to our work, and although I was happy to keep my mind focused on other things, today I couldn't wait to finish the day as soon as possible. When I finally came home I was exhausted, the few kilometers that separated my work place from my house seemed a journey that lasted years, probably because of the traffic that I met along the way; I sank down on the sofa in the living room and stood there motionless for several minutes to relax the muscles and mind, before getting up again and put me at ease; I went up the stairs to my room and after opening the door I undressed slowly, eager to wear my pajamas and prepare something to eat; I had just started wearing pants when the home phone rang, I picked it up

"Hello?"
"Hello darling, are you okay?"

"Hi mom, everything's fine, as the night before and the night before that" I replied "and I thought I told you that it was time to stop calling me every night" my voice was hard; It was the fourth time that I asked such a thing, at first I was kind but now it was time to insist stubbornly; I loved my mother, but when she didn't listen to me, she forced me to take a hostile attitude, it was the only way to make her understand things

"I'm sorry darling, try to understand me; you left home only three months ago, and I worry knowing that my little girl is alone in her new home, I thought to help keeping you company at night..."

"Mom, you have to look at it from a different perspective: I haven't left home for only three months, I went away for already three months!" I said, continuing to get dressed " I told you not to worry, work is fine and my colleagues are good people; I know it is the duty of every mother be concerned about their children but now I am old enough to take care of myself; and you'll never get used to the idea of having me away if you don't start at least to give it a try" the paradoxical thing was that when my mother had realized that excessive distance from the workplace would have forced me to crazy hours, she was the first to propose to move to a area closer, offering to help me with the expenses of the house; I had to endure three months of hard work and crazy hours, and when I finally moved into the new house she began to become anxious

"Forgive me darling, I promise you that this time I'll try"

"I know that you'll, don't think that I don't love you, mom"

"I'll call you then tomorr...I mean I'll call you in a few days"

"Okay, bye mum" I greeted her and hung up. I dined quickly and hurried to clean; I hoped to spend a few hours at my favorite activity before bedtime: drawing; I loved to draw, and even if I didn't consider myself an artist I thought I was pretty good; so I took my sketch pad and sat comfortably in the living room, letting my imagination flow freely, creating imaginary landscapes, fantastic creatures or aliens from other worlds; I was fascinated by that world, and although it was pure fiction I was sure that everyone at least once in life wanted to be part of it; I needed it, it made my days less monotonous; almost instinctively, the pencil traced shapes and lines on the paper, and slowly began to form a picture...

I awoke up suddenly, panting; I frantically moved the gaze from one point to another to realize that I had fallen asleep on the sofa and my sketchbook had fallen to the floor, along with the pencil; probably I was the only person able to fall asleep drawing; the dogs of the nearby continued to dazzle and seemed to have no intention to stop, maybe it was the loud noise they were making to wake me. I got up from the sofa and picked up the sketchbook and pencil, laid them on the dining room table; I went upstairs and looked out the window to see if there was something wrong; from here I could see my garden, my pool and part of the way; it didn't seem that there was anything wrong, if they didn't stop barking in the next ten minutes I would go to the nearby to ask to stop them, tomorrow it would be a long day and I had to rest peacefully; I looked up at the starry sky, enjoying the cloudless night...one moment...there was something odd; maybe I was just imagining but it seemed that a star was moving; no, it couldn't be a star, the stars certainly weren't so close to Earth; perhaps it was a plane or something, but when the planes were shining like that? I decided it was time to check, maybe that thing was emitting sounds that animals could perceive; in any case I was going to the nearby.

I opened the closet and put on a housecoat, then went down the stairs again...but as soon as I set foot on the last step a terrible rumble hit my ears, as if something big had exploded right near here; at the same time the walls of the house trembled, some objects fell from the furniture and I grabbed strongly the stair railing to avoid falling; a shiver of terror ran through my body and instinctively I let out a cry; the earthquake was so sudden that I was scared to death; the tremor lasted just a few more seconds, ceasing immediately after.

Terrified, I ran out the door of the house with the intention to get away as much as possible, but I didn't have time to start running that my attention focused on the terrible sight in front of me: my pool was almost completely destroyed, the water was everywhere and...a big...huge...something was inside; it was something black... it had an odd shape...I was scared, but I had to pass in front of the pool if I wanted to get out of the gate and go into the street. I took courage and stepped slowly...it was absurd to admit it, but it looked like one of those futuristic ships you could see in science fiction movies, very small, and it was overturned on one side; I had to leave, I had to get to that fucking gate! But I went to that kind of spaceship, very, very slowly...a sudden noise startled me, the ship did some mechanical sounds not very reassuring; I waited several seconds before advancing again, my heart pounding with fear; almost I screamed when something gripped the edge of my pool...t-that...was that a hand?! I approached a little more...and I regretted having done so.

A huge, massive creature came out of the pool; the few lights that had not been destroyed reflected the light on his metal armor and on his wet skin, illuminating a green substance on his chest; a mask covered his face and long...dread, I thought, fell on his shoulders; Oh my God...