Disturbing Recollection

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(Imagine the turtles 15 years of age in this year, 2003, no idea if this has been dun before, but I was watching paranormal programs, with UFOs and people who had been abducted so this came to mind.)

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August 5th, 1:04 am, 1993

The silence of the Lair was broken slowly by a steady, quiet rumbling noise that was growing slowly louder, rattling objects in the Lair and creating the surrounding noise of humming, causing the little turtle in bed to freeze as fear paralyzed his trembling body. The small, round alarm clock on the bedside table next to his brother's bunk below him slowly vibrated its way to the edge of the surface and fell to the floor with a dull thud and a cut off clink. The wall on which his bed was against was rattling quietly less than a foot from his ear, and the turtle's eyes were as wide as they dared.

   A sudden bright cyan light exploded soundlessly from the doorway of his bedroom car door, and the turtle flinched and squeaked in fright, squinting his eyes against the painful glare. Something was in the room beyond his door.

   The turtle was overcome with a strong urge to cry in heart-gripping fright, but he was too scared to allow tears to fall, and before he could think any more of it, something emerged from the bright light; a silhouette began to form in the doorway that had not been open a minute ago, before the light had appeared.

   His brother's electronic gadgets littering the floor next to the opposite wall whirled and hummed to life, and a few of their robotic toys aimlessly ambled around their own orbit in such a manner, the awake turtle found their movements terrifying and his eyes were momentarily transfixed to them. His body was trembling so hard his muscle were beginning to ache, and his hands, which were gripping the bed sheets to his chin, were clammy and cold. His breaths were dangerously shallow, but sharp and noisy as his eyes now glued to the figure that was now stood in his room, looking back at him in a completely opposite manner. The turtle's breathing pattern suddenly changed from shallow to extremely slow as his eyes, if possible, widened even more.

   Splinter shot up in bed, gasping as though he had just run very hard. He immediately noticed the strip of bright blue light from under his door that was rapidly fading. A strange feeling churned in his stomach, telling him something he didn't believe, but he jumped to his feet and in a heartbeat was throwing open his car door, and was now looking into his sewer home. The source of the light was fading up the ladder, and Splinter sprinted, breathless, to the base of it, looking up, amazed at what he saw, while other feelings sped to catch up with him.

   He choked in terror, squinting against the harsh light. Then, what he saw sudden vanished, and the light disappeared as though someone had turned off a switch, throwing the rat back into darkness. Then his terrified cry echoed through the darkened lair:

   "LEONARDO!"