"You know, Mulder," Scully once mused, "the scariest part isn't the abduction itself. It's the silence that follows. The quiet whispers of doubt that echo through your mind, the unspoken questions that no one else seems to hear."

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A #WRITCO Story
{Loosely Based on an Actual Account}

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(The Facts Described here is from an Actual Interview from a Survivor of Alien Abduction.
The Names and Locations are not Necessarily the Actual Real Life Accounting.
Read with Discretion.)

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I'm Soma Chandani, and if you're reading this, you probably know my story. But let me tell you, it didn't start with a whisper, or a pattern of stars whispering secrets to the earth below. It began the morning after my twelfth birthday, with the kind of silence that makes your ears ache for the comfort of even the faintest sound. I woke up feeling...different. Not just because my body had changed overnight into something more womanly, with curves that had my mother's eyes widening in surprise, but because I could feel a strange energy pulsing through me. It was as if I had been plugged into an invisible electrical outlet, my skin prickling with the current of something I couldn't quite understand.

My long black hair cascaded over my shoulders as I stepped out into the blistering Indian sun, the heat wrapping around me like a warm blanket. The vibrant colors of the saris my mother had bought me for my birthday popped against my olive skin, and my blue-green eyes sparkled with curiosity. I had always been a curious girl, eager to devour every book I could get my hands on, to dissect every mystery that life threw my way. Little did I know that the universe had a mystery in store for me that would shake the very foundation of everything I knew.

The day was like any other in my small village; the scent of spices wafted through the air as my mother bustled around the kitchen, her gentle humming a familiar melody. My father, a stern man with a thick mustache and a penchant for the bottle, glared at me from his chair. His eyes, dark and unforgiving, seemed to bore into me, as if searching for something he could never find. But that was before the night that changed everything, the night when the greys decided to introduce themselves.

The first time they came for me, it was like a scene from a movie. I was lying in bed, my heart racing, sweat beading on my brow. Then, in an instant, the room was bathed in a blinding light. And when I blinked it away, there they were, standing over me, their large, unblinking eyes staring into my soul. They didn't speak, not with their mouths, anyway. Their voices were in my head, a gentle nudge that grew into a crescendo of thought. "Do not be afraid," they assured me, their mental tones soothing and oddly comforting. "We are friends of the human race." And with that, my life was forever entwined with theirs.

They were unlike anything I had ever seen, with their grey, almost translucent skin and elongated limbs. Their fingers were more like tentacles, each ending in a suction cup, and their eyes...those piercing black orbs...