I’m sitting here in the dark, listening to the sound of my own breathing. I’ve been blind since birth, but I’ve learned to see with my other senses. And right now, those senses are telling me that something is very, very wrong.
It started a few days ago, when I was out walking my guide dog, a loyal golden retriever named Max. We were on our usual route, when I felt a strange sensation in the air. It was like a tingling in my skin, and Max started to bark and growl.
I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could hear a low humming sound, like a machine that was powering up. And then I heard something else – a voice, speaking in a language I didn’t recognize. It was a guttural, inhuman sound, and it filled me with terror.
Max was pulling at the leash, trying to drag me away from whatever was happening. But I was frozen in place, unable to move or speak. And then, suddenly, the sound stopped.
That should have been the end of it. But the next night, I woke up to find Max barking furiously at the window. I stumbled over to see what was happening, and I felt a cold chill run down my spine.
Outside, hovering in the air, was a giant silver disc. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before – sleek and smooth and utterly alien. And then, without warning, it shot off into the night sky.
I tried to tell people what had happened, but nobody believed me. They said it was just my imagination, or some kind of hallucination. But I knew what I had seen and heard.
And then things got even worse.
Every night since then, I’ve woken up to find Max gone. He’s never come back, and I don’t know what’s happened to him. But I do know that something is out there – something that’s watching me, waiting for me.
I don’t know if it’s an alien or some other kind of monster. But I do know that it’s coming for me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
So here I sit, in the dark, waiting for the end to come. And as I listen to the sound of my own breathing, I can hear something else – a faint humming sound, growing louder and louder with each passing moment.