Prologue
Did you ever notice how so many beginning authors use the same line to start their story? Its like one of those dumb cliché things that are
always in a mystery or horror novel. Everyone KNOWS its coming. I hate how almost every one of those kinds of books that starts with,"
it was a dark and stormy night…" how totally overused! Yet here I am typing it anyway. How hypocritical.
It was a dark and stormy night, and Megan sat in her 2-room apartment on the 2nd floor on east side of Homer Avenue. It was a
quaint little street with a few small houses, a park, and 2 apartment buildings; one of which Megan lived in. There was an eerie glow from
the tall street lamps that lined the brick road and a crash of lightning hit the ground with a terrorizing sound. Rolling thunder began but it
sounded far away as the storm moved along its path that Friday night. The lightning struck again but this time it was more distant. Megan
sat in her bedroom thinking about the vast world as she did many a night. Megan was a famous and well-respected philosopher and really
focused most of her time thinking about the worlds that possibly existed beyond. She had studied aliens and UFO's and the other crazy
creatures people came up with. She was utterly fascinated with it all. In the midst of Megan's deep thought. As just as she finally thought
she might have the answer to the Loch Ness Monster, a loud crash exploded through the night and a glimpse of a heated fire erupted
outside her tiny apartment window. Megan looked up from her aroma candles and notepad and quickly rushed to the window to see what
the fuss was about. When she peered out the window, it was the something she would see that would change her life and reputation
forever.
Megan squinted through the thick glass at the little flames shooting up from the park across from her apartment. Behind a few trees, in
the center of the flames, lay an awkward looking shape. Just as she was starting to focus in on the strange shape, small odd-looking
creatures began to form all around the object. They were running left and right around the object Megan had identified as a large green
cube. She noticed only a few things about the little men as she called them later. One, they had orange skin-tight jumpsuits on, two, they
seemed to have very small heads, and three, they each had a strange looking tool belt that had all different kinds of large badges attached
to it. Megan realized she should take note of these details and quickly ran back to her 'thinking spot' and grabbed her pad and pencil.
When she returned however, there wasn't a 'small man' in sight. The only thing left of the strange occurrence was a square shaped burn in
the grass, and a tiny tool belt lying next to it.