Al's delusion

He caught them scouting it out earlier by the river. He followed his instinct or what he thought was instinct and fled. He road his bike untill he reached the motel then he slid off his bike and walked it to the entrance. Lately he was finding things to be rigged or staged; coincidences happened regularly. He couldn't read a book because every word he read someone would make a comment about. He had regressed to the point were his thoughts were on parade for an invisible audience, but the audience was hostile. That night he couldn't go home because of the aliens, he clutched his pillow longing for sleep hoping for some release but there was none. Beneath his pillow he clutched an ak 47 machine gun. He was concealing a imaginary rifle and thought maybe they would leave him alone.

Al had a vision in the night. He had seen phosphorescent spores and glowing particals falling to earth and heard a womans voice saying "We travelled a long time through the universe in rock and ice, we eventually entered the atmoshere of what you call earth and became airborne. Then we intoxicated the minds of men, our civilization lives because of you and you live because of us."