Pennsylvania, again, at night. The harvest moon rose slowly above the treetops, shining its eerie light over the small sleepy town. As I turn to look for my friend Doug, a scream split the night. He had rushed out of the party; why I do not know.

I raced outside in the direction of the scream, shining my flashlight here and there. Along the edge of the lake I could just make out the shadows of two people. "Who were they?", I asked myself. It couldn't be Doug because he was not that tall, and the other shadow was weirdly...misshapen, somehow. Another shriek and by this time the entire party was out on the lakeside. "Joe you run and call the cops", I said. But as I turned and looked at him, I was met with only a blank, empty stare. "Joe, what's the matter with you?" I shrieked as he began to grin menacingly.

Joe reached out to grab my shoulder but I backed away slowly, trying to reach the rest of the party a few feet away.

As sinister music played, my father looked at my brother and I as we stared toward the car radio; he could tell that the suspense of the radio drama was getting to us.

"Don't be such girly-boys," he chuckled, cranking the old car into third gear as we approached the slope of a hill. He could be such a jerk.

As the old jalopy chugged up the hill we turned our attention back to the radio show, wondering what was in store for the guy with the flashlight by the lake.

A news announcer breaks into the radio program. Attention, Attention WNBC has reported a strange siteing in Smithville just south of town. Reports are coming in about an allien craft of some type landing in a plowed field.

"But father, we are on our way to Smithville..." [silence filled the car]. My brother and I could only wordlessly stare at the vast moonlit fields stretching out into the night.