Specter of Store(s): Devil-Era

Narrated 'misadventure'-account of a human encounter inside an American super-store which drew out a 'dream' of distance!

An eerie sci-fi misadventure inspired very loosely by K-PAX (Kevin Spacey). Hope you like (and thanks for reading), 

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Let me tell you the tale of my strange misadventure inside a super-store in New England. My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a clairvoyant/psychic, and I'd been wandering around this super-store for many weekends in the summertime and realized I'd been witness to a bizarre alien invasion which I wanted to cast/retell on Facebook (if I could).

What I witnessed was the specter-presence of a bizarre dimension-hopping alien 'being' of a predatory-intelligence which wanted to exploit any/all human frailties and was itself cloaked in invisibility which enabled only me to see/behold it, inside the super-store, after it parked its space-craft in the forest (invisibly) and made its way and its glowing-eyes into the super-store where I encountered it in all honest innocence!

I beheld the full visage of the invader-alien 'species' being inside the super-store as a wolfish geared/weaponized 'predator' of great infiltration-IQ and deceptive cunning and mischief, and I wished secretly I'd be able to cast it in some kind of great folk-tale for the sculptors of human fantasy-adventure (or misadventure!).

I was inside the WalMart sports-and-toys gear section one Saturday afternoon when I was busy playing with some tennis-and-soccer ball and baseball-bat and racquets (toys!) when I realized I was beholding the 'specter' of an invader-alien inhabiting the visage/image of some humanoid imagery and sticker/wall-art photos of real-life athletes/people and even 'celebrity' folk, and I knew just then it wanted me to 'know' that it was invading Earth with a great IQ for mischief. I decided to pick up a bat-stick and pitch myself a ball and then cast it in a high-trajectory 'lob-arc' over the head of the 'roaming' invisible-specter alien 'being' to frustrate or play with it, which drew it to run away and simply vanish.

I ran home and went online and decided to purchase some nifty sci-fi invasion-alien creature-comics and wrote a fanfiction of my special civilization-IQ fantasy-misadventure and retold my strange encounter with the specter-being inside the super-store, explaining/illuminating the intelligent alien's 'pure' intention to create worry or anxiety among humans regarding its 'uncanny' gift to roam around with great unperceptibility perhaps (arguably) to imply that sci-fi paranoia stories remind us of the 'frailty' of science(s).

WIFE: Jesus, you're so fixated on your little 'alien-encounter' IQ that I wonder if you'd want to play chess with it!

ME: Perhaps I should!
WIFE: You're becoming unbound, darling...no 'mischievous-malicious' invader-alien would want to play chess with you!

ME: Why not?
WIFE: Look, I just want to go shopping (safely!) at the market...and not 'hallucinate' an 'alien' IQ.

ALIEN: The real reason you saw me, young American dude, is because I crossed over into Earth-realm through a vision-portal.

I wondered if the alien-being 'specter' I encountered was some manifested diplomat of some kind of universe-IQ intrigue regarding the variation(s) of evolution or deviance and what makes the encounter with evil or mystery a thing of endless fascination. I wondered if it simply wanted to play a sporting mind-game with me, given its eerie and invading physique.

ALIEN: Most folks on Earth would die of heart-attack if they encountered me; but this pure American is an Ichabod Crane.

I don't want to be the only human diplomat of this alien-invasion encounter, and if I played chess with it, I'm sure it'd agree that it entered our realm only for gaming-intrigue and then simply 'slip' back into invisibility, into some Earth-ocean abyss where no one would regard it as anything but a creature of great theatrics...or design(s).

TO BE CONTINUED...

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