Invasion of the Marsonians

Mel popped her head out from the shelter of her blankets. She scanned her shadowy room, searching for any sign of alien life. That day at school, Tommy Olsen had informed her of the impressive disguises of the people of Mars,

“Yea Mellie, it’s totally true!”

“It is not Tommy you big egg.”

“It is so! My brother Forrest told me so.”

“My mommy says Aliens aren’t real.” Mellie feigned confidence in her mother then, but was less convinced now, with dark shadows lurking and skipping across the carpet; dancing tauntingly around Mellie Osbourn and her bed. Without warning, a deep crash of lightning streaked over the sky outside the window. Mel retreated under the blanket.

“The Marsonians can move faster than anything, you know.” Tommy Olsen’s voice echoed in her mind. “Maybe you can see just their tail, or a flash of their purple Alien flesh, but then SNAP! They’re gone to who knows where. Maybe they went away, maybe they went under your bed, or in your closet, or maybe they are right next to you!” Tommy cackled and danced around Mel’s table until Mrs. Butters shot him that ugly look of hers-- the one that says to go sit down or else.

Mellie peeked again out the blanket. Another flash of silver lightning darted through the window. Back under the blanket. Mellie sat quivering in her fort for a moment when she had a stroke of brilliance. Just in case. Quick as lighting, Mel flashed across the room and fetched the gun her brother had luckily left in the room when he left for college, then sprinted back through the room back to safety. Breathing heavily, she loaded the gun with the sticky darts as quickly as she could manage and readied herself for action. As she loaded the last round, a shadow appeared by the door. She watched in icy horror as the doorknob turned and the door began to creak open. Mellie took aim, closed her eyes, and bellowed her very best warrior yell.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” She heard the Marsonian stumble and let out a pained yelp. Mel opened her eyes to behold a massive mound with purple and yellow darts stuck to its face. Mellie blinked at the mound, confused.

“Daddy?”