Forty Dust Devils
In the sky life hovered over the earth, it was not from here
and it dreamed of finding a home on earth. We learned from the history of the
planet that humans called their planet earth. I live in a different
environment. My world is a whimsical mist of dust and webs. I do not wrap life
in cocoons of silk. A colorful grace of posture sweep down and back up,
watching and making its mind up; it has traveled far, it’s resemblance is very
touching, very close to earths human being.
In 1950 we came down at night and settled in the woods 40
miles away from Vitalis Township; in the sleepy little town no one noticed our
flight. If we went to town all they would see is a few cobwebs in our hair and
elbow.
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In the sleepy village tucked away just forty miles from
Vitalis Township. There was a 100-acre farm.
The owner of the farm had passed away twenty years ago, and his nephew
Charles had lived in the old homestead for the last 15 years. No one knew that
Charles bought magazines and Newspapers. He just sat and read them on his really
nice, treated pine wooden deck he took care of. Charles on the deck looked very
nice reading his book. I have a picture of the deck but not with Charles; here
look.
The landscape around the home was cleared 40 years ago by
Nicholas Charles’s uncle. Charles’s dad
Norman had inherited the land from his brother Nicholas. And when Norman had
passed away Charles had inherited the land from his father. Charles was not a
farmer. Charles leased 70 acres of it and ten acres around the home was kept
mowed, it looked like a city park.
Norman had invented a clip that held string or rope tight
which had eliminated the variety of knots around objects. Charles did not have
to work because of both men.
This morning Charles sat out on the deck reading one of his magazines
with his mug of coffee. The fog was lifting, and the sun was rising pink and
green, it looked like a painting out there.
Something fell inside.
Charles was not too good at housekeeping. No
one really knew how filthy it was inside his home. You could see the sticky webs on all visible
furniture, wrappers, cans and stacks of debris. This type of web you see in
damp crawl spaces. Charles did not know what lived in the house with him.
The rooms moved with activity.
Charles died and we are not sure what happened. He had gone
to town to get some supplies and a paper and magazine, and he had a heart
attack carrying his supplies to his car. The medical people that had arrived on
the scene tried to revive him had no luck and the coroner pronounced him dead.
The White square building shuddered and our hundred acres
shook beneath our feet.
Charles’s cousin Victor inherited the farm plus all of Charles’
assets. The authorities did not go out
to the farm nor did the Lawyer that had most of Charles paper. The lawyer just
asked Victor to come to his office to settle Charles’ estate. No one bothered to go out to the farm.
Charles always locked all the buildings locked up before he
left for town. Victor was driving his jeep out to the farm. He had all of Charles keys sitting in the one
of the cup holders. The acreage around the house was neat and tidy.
Victor felt the old irritable feeling when he turned onto
the lane that led to the house. Something was not right. He wanted to turn
around and go home. He kept going on until the feeling was too much for him. He
stopped on the lane. Something was not right. He called the lawyer. The lawyer
was not aware of anything not right near the home. Move closer, he moved
closer. The feeling was bad, and he just stopped the jeep and sat.
He called the Sherriff.
Victor turned around and drove back to the entrance to the
lane to wait on the Sherriff. Victor sat there for 15 minutes just wondering
about what happened to him. This was a time when fear overwhelmed him. This was
worse than his hitch of combat overseas. There overseas you just walked through
it and you adjusted as best you could.
He was thinking and remembering about his hitch overseas
when the Sheriff arrived. The Sheriff arrived a little puzzled as to why he had
come out here, but then again, he was curious about the telephone conversation
he had with Victor.
The alien was not aware of the sense of fear that their
group had emitted after a death of their close friend Charles. They had no clue
as to what happened to the area, they were in.
Then Sheriff Abbot motioned to Victor to get into the
Sheriffs vehicle, Victor grabbed the ring of keys and got into the Sheriff
vehicle. The Sheriff asked him if he was alright, and Victor said that he was
OK. They drove down the lane and as sure as there is a moon, they both felt the
fear and still moved forward. They went about a hundred feet farther than where
Victor had turned around, when the fear just became too much for both men. They
were about two hundred yards away from the two-story white house. They backed
up to the entrance to the lane. The Sheriff wrote something in his logbook.
Then called the local Detective. He explained the situation and Frank Holeman
said it would be twenty minutes. He also said that he would bring two Robots,
one a 200 lb. tank and a Drone which were both on a trailer.
The Sheriff and Victor were both wondering how Charles drove
back there and lived in the White House. Did something change at the White
House when Victor died or was it like this when Charles lived there?
Frank got there with his trailer and drove down the lane. He
stopped about 600 feet from the home. The Sheriff and Victor both drove their
vehicles out there and parked behind the Detective. They all felt uncomfortable,
but their courage kept them there. Moving closer seemed to be out of the
question, perhaps some Hazmat Suits would make this bearable.
While Frank was setting up a table for the computer which
monitors the Drone and the Robot. Sherill Abbot called the office and asked
Louise to load up the four Hazmat Suits into the panel truck and bring them out
here and ask someone to follow you, so you have a ride back to town.
By the time Louise got out to the lane with the suits, the
sheriff was there to meet her. She went back to town and the Sheriff drove the
van out where the Detective was at. All three men put on the Hazmat suits, and
they all felt comfortable inside them. Everything seemed normal with the suits
on.
The Drone went airborne, and the camera showed everything
around the house as normal. It looked like a regular farmhouse with 10 acres of
green rolling hills for a view. They parked the Drone and the detective put on
a portable viewer with two joy sticks harnessed in place comfortably for the
robot. On the south side of the home there was a ramp which was built for
Norman and rebuilt five years ago.
The detective started up the Robot and had it do its
preliminary workout, forward, back, stop, grab, lift, etc. also It was taught
to pick locks and defend itself. The Robot was sent to the ramp. All three men
were waiting for something to happen but so far nothing was happening. One of
its sensors was reading high levers of toxins and odors. The hard drive on the
computer was recording data from the Robot. It reached the ramp and it started
it’s climb up the ramp. When it reached the front door, it turned to face the
door. It was asked to turn the doorknob. It sensed that the door was locked. The Robots finger were retracted, and
it’s pick lock tools came forward. It delicately moved into the lock and worked
to unlock the door. It sensed the click and the door moved free. It opened the
door and the camera on the computer showed piles of debris. There was a narrow
path in view on the monitor. The Robot rolled into the house, something closed
the door, and the Robot moved into a mess. Debris was flying about, and the
Robot was sensing something new. The Robot wanted to stop, and it just stopped
in place, the screen went blank. The detective tried to restart the Robot. The
robot could not be restarted.
Sparks and smoke
The men outside were not aware of the eight-legged creatures
crawling into the Robot.
The detective had the computer readouts stored on his hard
drive. He had information on what was inside the home, he just had to
understand what the hard drive was saying before entering the home. He knew
that the Hazmat suit took away the fear that was surrounding the home. They
knew two things; one was the Hazmat suits took away the fear. How that worked
they did not know but it did. Two that something inside the home stopped the
metal and electronic robot in its tracks.
The robot’s information told them that there was a strong
odor, the view told them there was a lot of trash in the home. Odor, debris and
trash spelled rot, rodents and insects. So far, they had learned that the
debris had to be removed, the insects and rodents had to be killed and removed.
Was there something else there? Yes, the cobwebs were a
clue. Everyone assumed that the dust and cobweb were part of the environment.
Our author thinks that they are Alien.
There were two things that could be done. One was to burn
the house down but that would send the creature’s inside Fleeing for their
lives. Two was to fumigate the home to kill the creatures inside. Then the
folks in Hazmat suits could remove the debris by putting it into trash bags. It
was far too dangerous to walk in there with jeans and “T” Shirts.
The Sheriff and the detective talked to Victor. They wanted his
input as to how to clean the house.
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They did have a problem. When folks inquired about the job
cleaning the interior of the great home, they would somehow find out that it
was very difficult to go near the home. Yes, they were curious and they did
drive out the road and sure enough the fear was there like a tall hedge and
folks took that as a warning and would not go near the home. Yes they were told
that the Hazmat suit would eliminate the fear but had a hard time believing
that.
Burn it,
Fumigate a trash bag then bag it and take it to the dump.
Let them deal with it; not me”!
Or fumigate the whole
house with a tarp over the home. Good Luck on that one!
**
Nicholas had no clue as to where they had come from. At that
time there was just a couple that shared the home with Nicholas. Nicholas
assumed that they had come from the Mountains of West Virginia. They had
answered an ad that Nicholas had put in the paper. They had come to the farm in
their Light Green Woody Station Wagon.
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They could of used their powers to settle in these lands but
compromise settled any thought of dispute. Now that we are many, it is
difficult to give up the land. Fear did not keep them away. My family left the
first night, I am here alone. The robot came in and I dusted it. The dust
shorted it out. I am sure that I will have to leave and settle elsewhere.
In the background the Dire Straits. New Zealand Tour – 1986
was playing over their music system.
Kyle and Paula Lyn and the two kids drove into Eastlake, WA
in their 51 ford Tan Woody. They left their parents’ home in Vitalis Township
two weeks ago. Like their parents they are pioneers and strangers in this
strange land.
We are of age, and we look after each other. Even if we are
from beyond your skies we still look after each other.
What is left of me is looking down at the work being done at
our home, yes, it is Victor’s home, and we left a mess, yes that was our world.
The men in the hazmat suits feel a little squeamish, close to the point of
vomiting. Our stomachs are tilting awkwardly. The pig sty was full of crap,
Diseases of unknown origins, it seemed like a drunk alien had missed the
toilet.
Should we torch the walls with hot steel wire brushes,
polish the metals with chemicals and paper the walls of stains. Wind machines
and vacuums will suck up black and squeamish pink beings.
Goo dust and paper
are being pushed toward the colossal dustpan. The dustpan is being lifted by
cables of steel. There is a large truck outside with the collection of books
and things to make the home livable.
Victor has no clue as to what it will be like after the
folks shovel the crap out of the home. Victor is not aware of anyone or thing
sharing his home with him as far as we know this home is his. There is
something there.
The tension and fear eased up, the home was livable. The alien
had not made his presence known to Victor.
N our homes library there were books of all kinds including
the homes history which were tucked away under the science fiction heading.
Charles had read the books.
The book started three enteritis ago
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By Thomas Diaz
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