roxymonoxcide

My son and I went to this amazing farmhouse in the woods on the outskirts of this tiny village in the middle of nowhere. I had always wanted to stay in one of America's most notorious "ghost towns". I talked to the caretaker of the house who told me to stay out of the barn area because it was kinda run down and told me if I needed anything repaired to give him a call. Aidan and I hung around the house and I looked outside to see that it was snowing. Aidan had only seen snow when he was a baby so I let him go out onto the porch and watch it fall. I stood watching him enjoy himself and felt my neck get really itchy. My necklace that I had just gotten was giving me one hell of a rash. I took it off and placed it beside the door.
The sheriff of the town came up to the house at that moment and said that we needed to evacuate the area because there was a dangerous person that they were chasing that he had reason to believe that the criminal was in my area. I told him that we were the only ones in the house but that he should check the barn. We gathered up a few things that we needed from the house and got in the sheriff's car. He came back from the barn with no sight of the bad guy. He drove us to the town hall where all the other people were and I noticed the caretaker right away. I sat with him. He introduced me to his family. We stayed there in the hall for a while. My dad came and he ended up taking Aidan to his house in Sacramento. I was asked by the caretaker to stay a day or two to help him watch the house. His wife was going to go into Labor any minute and he needed to be with her. I told him I would. He told me a little about the history of the village. People in bigger cities often called the town a "ghost town" and even referred to it's residents as "ghosts". But it was all big city jokes.
Before I was able to leave Town Hall the sheriff comes busting in saying that they are having some kind of terrorist attack on the town. I am told that I need to go to the house and lock myself in and only open the door to the caretaker or his family. I get to the house and barricade myself in as much as possible. A few hours go by and i am getting bored. I go up stairs and find an attic space. I go up there and shut the door behind me. There is so much old stuff up here, it will keep me busy for hours and keep my mind off of the danger outside. Especially since I don't really know what that danger is. I open a box that has some old scrapbooks in them. I pull one out and open it up. It is really old. Looks like it comes from the late 1800s or early 1900s.
As I look through the old photographs and papers with scribbling on it I notice one picture that is loose in the book. I take a look at it. In the picture is the caretaker, his wife and a small child. I can't begin to understand what is happening before I hear someone moving downstairs. I shove the photo back and close the box.
I peek down to see the caretaker. I open the door and come down to greet him. He looks a little concerned that I was upstairs in the attic and i tell him that I figured it was the safest place to be. He tells me that there is a lot of fighting going on out in town. He says I'm safe if i stay in the house. He said he was going to stay with me for the night to keep watch. His wife was in the kitchen making us food. I went out to help her.
We ate dinner and I excused myself to go to bed. I laid in bed but couldn't sleep. After a little while I came downstairs to get a drink of hot milk to make me sleepy.. i look around the corner to see the caretaker's wife pushing food into her skin. I watch as her skin absorbs the food. I turn and run back upstairs but the caretaker is blocking my way. His wife comes around the corner. I have no where to go.
Luckily they aren't hostile. We sit in the kitchen and they tell me what is going on. The fact of the matter is...they are not human. They are alien beings. They take the form of humans who died hundreds of years ago so that no one living would recognize them. I tell them that I saw the photo in the attic. I am scared but they are being very reassuring. The war going on outside is actually the spirits of those that have had their bodies taken by the aliens. I can't begin to comprehend what is going on.
The door flies open and a little girl's body is limp in the sheriff's arms. He hands her to the caretaker's wife. She isn't responsive. The sheriff says that the spirits are rested but there are some aliens who are dead. The little girl was one of those. The caretaker's wife is becoming hysterical holding the dead child. I tell her to give her to me. She reluctantly hands her over. As soon as the girl is in my arms, she starts to gasp for air and cough. Soon her eyes are open and she is starting to cry. Everyone in the room is staring at me. I take the little girl to the couch and lay her down. She is slowly calming down and is soon able to sit up on her own. I walk past the stunned Aliens and grab a strawberry from the fridge. I cut it in half. I take the first half and push it into the little girl's chest. She smiles at me and enjoys the strawberry as in absorbs into her skin. I sit next to her and take the other half and hold it on my arm. Slowly the strawberry disolves until there is nothing left. I look up at the Aliens.
We all sit down and talk.
I am an alien. I thought I was human. I have lived as a human for so long that I started to lose my Alien abilities. That is why the other aliens couldn't sense me. The little girl was dead until she was put into my arms. I am the healer that they have been waiting for. I was taken from them a long time ago and i have finally returned. My father returns with Aidan and he takes out of his wallet a photo of a girl that looks just like me. Only she is in Victorian clothing. My father knew all along. Aidan is the first half breed. Alien/human. The only reason he is able to exsist is because of my healing abilities. No other Alien is able to give birth to a human baby. The aliens are only able to breed with other aliens.