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Beamed Up, Alien Abductions, and UFOs

April 20, 2018 by Cameron J Quinn Leave a Comment

Beamed Up

Alien abductionI sat down with Sara recently to talk about my piece for Beamed Up, the newest Anthology from Amphibian Press. As some of you may know, I was planning on writing a serial killer thriller set in the future. However, that story ended up being too long and in order to make it short enough, I’d have to cut some scenes that I thought would be a real disservice to the story and the readers.

So, I needed a new piece. A few years ago, when I’d written How to Get Arrested and a couple of the other Starsboro Chronicles I decided to play around with all the big paranormal things in our world today. Big Foot, the Chupacabra, and of course UFOs. I wrote a “Halloween Special” that started with Zurik getting abducted by aliens. For Beamed Up, I’m going to revisit the idea of Zurik being abducted. I think it’s going to be a lot of fun.

Alien Abductions

So here are the most interesting cases I found while researching UFOs. I’m not saying I believe these stories. I’m generally skeptical but I do believe we aren’t alone in the universe and these stories were with frightening to me or just interesting.

  1. Barney and Betty Hill 1961, New Hampshire: One of the first publicised reports of an alien abduction this one actually scared me because of the proximity to where I live. It also has all the trademarks of a classic UFO encounter. Missing time, hypnosis, and fiery roadside orbs. Barney and Betty Hill were driving home one night when they saw a strange light in the sky. They followed it aways before getting out of their car to look at it through binoculars. Barney claims to have seen figures inside the strange disk-shaped craft before getting back in the car. They work up a few hours later at home with scuffed shoes and broken watches. Years later they underwent hypnosis to recover the missing time. Hypnosis and recovered memories are a bit iffy in my book but this is still an amazing story and their hesitance to come forward gives it a little more weight in my book. If there’s one thing that scares the crap out of me it’s aliens. Why did I decide to do this again?
  2. Travis Walton 1975, Arizona: I love paranormal stories so when SyFy came out with Paranormal Witness I was psyched. One of the early episodes was about Travis Walton. Travis was abducted in front of six of his coworkers in the woods outside Snowflake Arizona. He was missing for days. Unlike many other abduction stories, Travis remembers almost everything that happened inside the ship making this a truly terrifying story. I highly recommend it if you’re curious about UFOs or just likes to be frightened by stories.
  3. Black Eyed-People: I first heard about this phenomenon on a site called YouTrueTales.com, which sadly doesn’t seem to be around anymore. There are tons and tons of these stories. Usually, the person who is recounting the tale feels suddenly afraid for seemingly no reason until they notice a black eyes person staring at them. One even recounted a tale of black-eyed children trying to get into their house. My sister used to print the stories out and send them to me with care packages when I live in NC and they’ve stayed with me over the years.

Do you have a favorite UFO or abduction story? Have you ever experienced anything yourself? Let me know in the comments!

Filed Under: Research Tagged With: alien abduction, aliens, beamed up, true stories

While You Were Gone

March 6, 2018 by Cameron J Quinn Leave a Comment

I wrote this one shortly after the birth of my second child. It was originally titled Adrenaline. When my husband got out of the Marines he talked about working for a mercenary company. We were also looking to buy a house that was really too far from my family if he were to be gone six months out of the year. As a result, this fear arose. I had been studying kung fu for over a year and was pregnant with our second child when this story came to me in the form of a lucid dream. I hope it scares you as much as it scared me. 

While you were gone

I woke with a start. My eyes wide, my heart pounding, breathing labored. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins.

What was it? There had been a sound. Lightning flashed, filling the room with a blue glow. Everything was as it should be. My new glass top table and wrought iron chairs by the window. A bouquet of flowers from my husband sat on my dresser. I force myself to close my eyes and focus. The sounds of the house greeted me. The ice maker, the steady drip of the leaky faucet my husband was supposed to fix before he left for his current mission. The slight pitter-patter of rain on the window and a rumble of thunder in the distance. I almost breathe a sigh of relief thinking it was thunder when I realize one sound I did not hear. The steady breathing of the dog. She was old and tended to wheeze with every breath.

Silently I pull back the sheet and slip out of bed. I enter the hallway through the open door and take a moment to check on each of my children. The first, nearly three years old now, is snoring soundly. I then enter my youngest’s bedroom and take a moment to note the rise and fall of his tiny chest. I count my blessings before leaving the room and closing the door.

My nerves on edge I turn to the right and head down the stairs. I skip the third step from the top knowing it squeaks. Before I descend any farther I see the dark outline of the dog. I smile at myself, making a note to tell my sister about it over coffee in the morning.

I take one last look at the dog. A flash of lightning illuminates the room. My smile fades. A pink tranquilizer dart sticking out of her shoulder. A shadow moves. I return quickly and silently to my bedroom. I throw my body pillow down on the bed and throw the sheet over it. I was about to go to the closet to retrieve the .45 caliber handgun we keep loaded for just such occasions when I hear the stair creak. Third from the top. No time. I sink back into the shadows. Right next to the open doorway flush against the wall. The cold seeps into the uncovered skin of shoulders. The figure entered the room like a shadow. He was large. Nearly two hundred pounds on a frame that was easily six feet tall. He paused before the bed. He cocked his head. And pointed a gun towards what he thought was my figure. That was until another flash of lightning revealed the truth of what I had done. He ripped the sheet back to be sure. He turned around and his angry eye met mine. Now I needed him to come to me. Please god, let him get close enough. I let a tear fall from my eye,  to lure him closer. At that moment I pictured my husband returning from defending his country to find his family massacred. I couldn’t let that happen. It would destroy him.

As the assailant approached, I saw him pointing the gun at my babies in my mind’s eye. I took a deep breath as he placed the silencer between my breasts. That’s right get in close.

He leaned in. “How did you know I was here?” He asked. The curiosity seemed too much for him.

“I heard the dog hit the floor,” I said realizing that was the sound that woke me. I threw my hands up, one grabbing the pistol right at the trigger and thrusting it up above my head, as my other grabbed the top making it unable to fire. I pulled back down ripping the weapon from his hands. Unfortunately, he was a professional and was not stunned long enough for me to get a shot off. He punched me hard in the chin. I heard my jaw crack, pain shooting through my face. Ignoring it, I moved to aim the gun at him. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me across the room. My elbow collided with the floor sending the gun flying. I rolled and was nearly on my feet when his foot met my ribs, lifting me off the floor. I stood before my lungs had a chance to find air again. I grabbed the glass table top from by the window as air filled my lungs sending pain through my chest. I smashed the table top over his head. He put his arms up to protect his head from the blow but the glass broke, cutting into him. A trail of blood trickled down his face and neck. I ran into the closet, grabbed the .45, and turned on him with a vengeance.

He saw the gun and turned from the entrance of the closet. I followed but he was gone. My stomach sank as I ran to the hallway.  The door to the baby’s room was open. I entered the room with the gun down. He stood over the crib looking at my baby boy.

“Make no mistake,” I whispered through clenched teeth. My jaw aching. “I will kill you if you touch him.”

“I have no doubt.” He stated, turning to face me. “That’s why I wanted to kill you first.”

His words sent a new surge of adrenaline through me. I lifted the gun. And looked into his eyes. I was about to pull the trigger when he threw a knife into my shoulder. The force of it pushed me back into the hall. He ran past me down the stairs. I couldn’t let him get away. I stood, blood poured down my arm the wound screamed with every movement. My ribs protested and I drew strength from my pain. I stumbled down the stairs only to find the front door open and no sign of him. I shut the door and headed cautiously to the kitchen. I grabbed the phone and put it to my ear. No dial tone. I needed to make it upstairs to my cell phone. He could still be in the house. He could come back.

As I reach the top step the adrenaline seems to be wearing off. The pain is almost too much and I’ve lost a lot of blood. I can barely keep my eyes open as I try to crawl to my bedroom. When I get there I get a bit of a second wind as I reach my cell phone and dial 911. The operator answers, no matter how hard I try to concentrate I cannot understand her. It’s as if she is speaking another language. I give my location and ask for the police and an ambulance. She asks me something but I can’t understand it. I hang up the phone and dial my sister. She sounds groggy as she answers. I tell her to come get the boys and then the darkness creeps in. I can’t fight it anymore. I hear my sister’s voice as if I am underwater. I don’t know what she’s saying so I respond with. “Just come.” Before my eyes closed and the darkness takes me. Please, God, don’t let him come back.

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Filed Under: short story Tagged With: fears, fiction, Horror, short story, thriller

John Canterbury

March 6, 2018 by Cameron J Quinn Leave a Comment

John Canterbury is a short story I wrote a few years ago as an exercise. I really enjoyed the prompt and the story that was created so I thought I’d share it here. 

 

John Canterbury was well on his way to making it big! He was an extra in hit TV shows like Supernatural and blockbusters like The Avengers and The Amazing Spiderman.

John CanterburyHe woke on the morning of July 3rd, 2013 feeling like it was his day. Something amazing was going to happen at his audition today.

He got into his 2005 Dodge Neon and headed to the bank to deposit his check before heading to the studio for his audition.

The bank was pretty full and he almost left as soon as he entered but he really needed to deposit his check. He looked at the clock on the wall, ten thirty; he had a little more than an hour before he needed to be at the studio. He thought back to his gas gauge, nearly on E and got into line behind an elderly woman who smelled of cats. He placed his hand beneath his nose and tried not to picture the nasty little particles, which must be causing the smell, entering his nostrils.

A man in a black coat, pants, and dark sunglasses got in line behind him. He started to feel uneasy as it was about ninety degrees outside and no one in their right mind would be wearing a coat. Plus the guy was jittery. Like he had just downed an entire case of red bull.

John was turning to leave when the man pulled a gun out and aimed it right at his chest. He took a small step back so the barrel was not touching him as screams rang out and people hit the deck. There were two other gunmen in the bank.

“Get on the ground,” The man snarled. John looked at the ground and inadvertently thought back to the cat lady, her shoes were filthy he was sure of it. And that was the only one he knew about. Tons of people had walked this floor since 9 am when the bank opened.

“Nope,” He said shaking his head back and forth. “Not gonna happen.”

“Get on the ground!” The gunman said jabbing him with the muzzle. John had seen quite a few stunts with guns. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the gun from the man in front of him, who looked as shocked as John felt. Suddenly realizing he did not know where the gun had been he panicked. One of the other gunmen yelled and he threw the gun as hard as he could at him. It struck him in the head, effectively knocking him out, and then fell to the floor at such an angle that when it fired the bullet hit the last gunman in the knee. Before John realized what he had done the gunmen were incapacitated and the police filled the bank.

John ran to the counter where the tellers kept a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirted it several times before rubbing his hands together furiously.

“You are so brave,” The busty brunette behind the counter said. She was bent over to show her ample cleavage and had the end of a pen in between her teeth.

“You really shouldn’t chew on pens,” He said. “You don’t know where it’s been.”

 

If you enjoyed this be sure to check out my fiction books.

 

Cameron J Quinn also works for Amphibian Press under ger given name Marissa Frosch. Through the press shes working on non-fiction, a vlog, a podcast and the blog Amphibian Authors.

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Filed Under: short story Tagged With: fiction, just for fun, short

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