Roswell, New Mexico, USA, 1951
“You think he’s dead?” inquired the man.
He was grey thin haired thirty-seven-year-old man dressed in plain dark clothes, a simple shirt, trousers and shoes. Next to him was his daughter, barely eighteen years old, she seemed to beam with life and potential. Brunette hair reached down to her waist and she was attired in a long blue dress. She had deep blue eyes and an angelic smile. The pair were stood over a passed-out man who was laid down in a chair. The stranger appeared young, barely out of his twenties but he had a body covered with scars and his dark hazelnut eyes showed years that his body did not seem to possess. He had short, somewhat curly dirty blonde hair. His eye lids finally began to flicker open.
“Well I guess not else we are looking at very lively corpse…” She remarked.
“…forgive me sir are you alright?” She added, now speaking to the stranger.
“I….I… I think so.” He stuttered as he sat up in his seat, he spoke with a refined north English accent.
“I am Samantha Chambers and this my father, we found you collapsed outside our house.”
“You are a long way from home British.” Exclaimed the father.
“I’m not British… at least I don’t think I am.” The stranger stammered in reply.
“Well someone forgot to tell your accent.”
“All right father, he’s clearly disorientated no need to get angry with him.” Samantha interjected.
“Where am I?” asked the stranger.
“Roswell, New Mexico. Why don’t we start from the beginning? How did you get here?”
“Well it’s a long story.”
“Well I got oodles of time, I want to hear it.”
“Alright as you wish…”
I woke up in a large room, various syringes stuck into my body, I can’t even begin to explain how much it hurt. I slowly removed the needles one by one then got up to my feet and went up to a door. It was locked but I had to try to get through, pushing with all my might the door shattered. I was confused and amazed by my own strength, but I was startled by the wail of an alarm and began to run. I ran for my life, stopping for a moment when my feet stepped outside but promptly set off again. I kept going till I was at the town, I didn’t know what town, just a town. Meeting two brothers, identical twins, I was holding my knees, breathing heavily. They had short ginger hair, these wide green eyes, sharp noses, and this combined look of both fascination and amusement. One had a scar across his forehead.
“Little out of breath there I see.” Said one of the twins.
“That’s what happens when you run, I suppose.” The other chirped in.
“Well that will be the Willow twins, John and Ronald. Sounds like them alright, local colourful characters. Ronald is the one with the scar, he got when he was kid, he was messing around, you know what kids are like.” She said.
“I’ve heard enough of this ridiculous tale, you been hanging out with those boys and got one of their crazy ideas in your head and I can’t be doing with it. I’ll be upstairs daughter I think I’m going to take a nap, you can see our guest out.” The father heads upstairs in a huff.
“Don’t mind my father. I think your memory is just a little off that’s all but regardless I want to hear what you have to say.”
“I was running away from somewhere. This big complex.” I tell them.
They whispered to each other, clearly excited by this information.
“So, they had you in Dreamland?” Ronald’s eyes begged for an answer.
“What he’s trying to ask is are you an alien?”
“Of course, he’s an alien, you listen to his accent?” Ronald asked his brother before I could answer either of them.
“No but like a space alien. Not a…”
“Well what’s a British man doing in Area 51? Clearly whatever obfuscation technique these aliens have is clearly calibrated for the wrong country.”
“Are you done? I could really use some help here.” I interrupt.
“Sorry Mr Alien. Please do come in. We’ll get you some coffee or is it tea? Since you know the accent.” John asks.
“We don’t have tea, why you are offering drinks we don’t have?” Ronald again interrupts before I could respond.
“Well we will get some if that’s what he wants. It’s not every day you have an alien in your living room.”
“Your right, of course you’re right.”
The twins guide me inside and sit me down in their living room. They had a lot of questions for me, many of which I couldn’t answer. Despite their excitement about what they believed to be a genuine extra-terrestrial in their house, they still spent a lot of time talking to each other rather than me.
“Do you remember anything about the crash?” Asked John.
“Crash? What crash?”
“The crash into the ranch when you arrived here.”
“Ranch? Tell me where, I need to know.”
Getting out a map the brothers showed me where I needed to go. After something to eat and drink, I headed out my trek to the ranch, making sure to watch out for anyone who might be looking for me after my escape.
Stepping through the doors of a timeworn barn, I shield my eyes from a flash of ethereal light. A spectral figure lay before me, it seemed mostly human down to its waist where it descended into a pool of smoke that seemed to wither and wane into what looked like tentacles. Clearly a rancher by the way he was attired.
“I wondered when you might return. I’ve been waiting for you.” Declared the spirit.
“And why might that be? Forgive me but I can’t say remember you at all.”
“I’m a spectre, a daemon. In life I was a rancher, I worked this ranch and then the day of the crash came. You were the one that flew that strange sky ship.”
“Why do you continue to haunt this place? Do you seek vengeance on me for your life? I confess that I could be the one that ended it without even knowing it.”
“I want to know what really happened and why. I want to know how it happened as well know who and what you are.”
“Well I do not even know these things myself and it seems neither of us will find peace till I do.”
From there, there isn’t really much to tell, you see I made my way back to town and that’s when I collapsed down outside your house.
“Is that all you remember?” Samantha inquired upon the stranger.
“I just remember screaming…. and a name; Colonel Gregory Masters.” The stranger held his head in grim reminiscence.
Colonel Masters, who was searching for the stranger with his troops, stopped dead in his tracks, causing the troupe to halt behind him. He was a bald furrowed man with wafer-thin lips, a grey stubble and sizeable feet though he was extraordinarily fit at the age of forty.
“Sir? Is something wrong?” Queried one of the soldiers.
“I know where he is.”
The stranger got up in a start. “He knows I’m here.”
Samantha got up and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Calm down, if he hasn’t found you yet, what makes you think he knows exactly where you are?”
Suddenly the loud megaphone boosted voice of Colonel Masters blistered through the air like thunder. “Attention all citizens, I am Colonel Gregory Masters of the US Army, the man you are harbouring is a dangerous war criminal. If you do not hand him over, I am authorised to order an attack on your town, but I would prefer not to shed any civilian blood. You have two hours to hand over the man to us and we will leave you in peace.”
“Well looks like I arrived at the right time doesn’t it?” Came the voice of a woman as foreign to the town as the male stranger. The woman’s voice had come from the room they had been sat in, neither had any idea she was there until they heard her voice.