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Night Faces

Eden Desire had just entered her living room when she saw what appeared to be a blurry image of a face dart past her and dissolve into particles of air. "Ohh crap?" she said, as she dropped the Pepsi she had in her hand and turned around to search for what she had seen. Even though she couldn't decipher exactly where the image traveled to, or where it came from, she did know she saw it, and that purged the fluid from her bladder through her protective pad and onto the eighteenth century wooden floor with a large splat.

"Damn it!" she yelled, "I just waxed this floor!" As she bent down to pick up the can, the clock struck twelve midnight. The sound of the grandfather clock announcing the time startled her.

"Crap, crap, crap!" what else is going to happen around here?"
The lights that had bathed her and her eighteenth century furniture in a warm and comforting glow went black.
"Oh great! Now what?"
It was almost as if those words were a command of some sort for spirits to come alive and welcome her into their realm. She felt something large, cold, and smooth slowly pass through her body. It was a familiar sensation. One that occurred ten years ago when she was seventeen, one that she was sure would never happen again. She was dead wrong.

"Oh my God, what is going on here?"
Her knees collapsed under the weight of what had just occurred and she discovered, very quickly, just how badly urine could smell. "Ick, how putrid," she said, while sitting up and trying to take off her blouse and pants with just the light from a full moon that hung precariously in the sky in front of her cabin. "Fiddle rap! now I'll have to wash these again!"

Eden looked around the room for her unusual visitor and found nothing. "Great! Did I dream all this?" "I know I've been working hard and putting in long hours, but to start seeing things I don't think so."

She dismissed what she had seen and felt as the overactive imagination of an over worked forest ranger, and grabbed her clothes and headed for the washroom. As much as Eden tried, she couldn't dismiss the fact that what she'd experienced was real. Eden had seen things in the forest that no one else on her team had, but ultimately they were explained in one way or another. Like the night she saw what she thought was an alien spacecraft in Wells Woods not far from her cabin. It appeared to be hovering over Nedem Johnson's burned out farmhouse.
Fortunately, that image was just an experimental aircraft that the Johnson boy's were trying

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