There was an old logging road at the edge of the housing development. They were forbidden to ride their bikes up there, but they kept hearing stories about people seeing strange lights in the sky while driving on that road, so one night they devised a scheme to slip away from their families and investigate. Only one came back. Search parties were unable to locate the other three. It seems they had vanished without a trace. The lone survivor was unable to give any explanations. He lost the ability to speak, and he’s spent the last three decades in a quasi catatonic state. But on the thirtieth anniversary of the terrible event, he started to show signs of becoming more alert, and that evening, he said something: “They’re coming back."
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Short fictional story by Gary Cottle
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