The Wrong School

Chelsea Wing was running late for school as usual with a last minute flurry of packing her bag, cleaning her teeth and checking she had her phone and bus pass

‘Remember that you need to practice for your trumpet exam when you get in tonight young lady so no going around to anyone’s house’

Her mum shouted up the stairs as she made her way out of the house to work

‘And remember to shut the bathroom window and lock up before you go’

Chelsea replied without really taking any notice as she had more on her mind this morning than usual. She couldn’t get through to any of her friends on her phone which was unheard of as they were texting each other usually from the moment they woke up. Today though there was nothing; no texts, no calls, no WhatsApp. It was as though everyone had just disappeared

None of her friends were on the bus to school either which started to worry her because she began to wonder if she’d upset them all over something and they were now blanking her. She thought about what had happened the day before but they’d all seemed fine and she was texting them all just before she went to sleep so couldn’t figure out what was going on   

When she got to school all of her friends were sitting down in the cafeteria having breakfast. Chelsea went over to ask them why they hadn’t been in touch with her this morning or been on the same bus but before she could say anything they all looked up at the same time

‘Good morning Chelsea Wing how are you this morning?’

They all spoke at the same time in the same monotonous tone

‘Stop it you’re really freaking me out’

Chelsea started to laugh, expecting them to join in

‘Sorry Chelsea Wing we did not mean any offense’

Once again they spoke in unison in the same voice

‘You’re all being weird so just stop it. Just stop it now’

She stomped off to her locker to get her books ready for her first lesson

Everywhere she went the school looked the same but it was different. Everyone, pupils and teachers alike, had something strange about them as though they were in some sort of daze. Chelsea seemed to be the only one who could see something was wrong but she didn’t know what to do about it. She tried to call her mum but there was no signal and when she went to the office the staff were as odd as everyone else

Chelsea’s phone vibrated in her hand and she saw a text had just come through from her mum. When she opened it the message didn’t make any sense. Her mum was saying that she’d received a message from the school to say Chelsea wasn’t there and she wanted to know where she was. It also said that the time sent was 10.30am

She checked the clock outside the school office; it was 8.30am

‘You need to come with us Chelsea Wing. Your first lesson is about to begin’

All of her friends were standing behind her gesturing her to follow them

Chelsea realised now that she was at the wrong school and there was nothing she could do about it

The Rocket On Platform Number 1

It seems strange that no one noticed the rocket opposite platform one being that it was on one of the busiest railway lines in the country

It was in plain site all of the time where it had landed on a small metal ledge facing a wall on one side and the people standing on the platform on the other. It just shows how unobservant commuters are each day with their faces stuck to their phones, reading the free papers or just in a world of their own wishing they were anywhere else but here

Beaumont Letts noticed it because that’s what he did, notice things. As a self taught ‘street photographer’ he was always on the lookout for the strange, the unusual, the out of place thing that set his shots apart from everyone else on the net. Now that everyone fancied themselves as a photographer with their smartphones and Instagram he was always willing to look that little bit harder and longer than most. That’s what made him stand out

He’d been out for a few hours but found nothing that he could use so was on his way home when he spotted it. At first it look like some type of measuring device or builders tool which was perhaps what it was meant to look like; perhaps that was its disguise. It wasn’t until he stared at it for a while that he noticed the movements around it like tiny insects crawling about

He put the camera up to his eye, zooming in to its maximum focus. That’s when he saw them. Tiny little people dressed in full space suits busying themselves on the ledge measuring, writing, taking photos and generally gathering information on what they were finding. Beaumont looked around to see if anyone else was seeing what he was seeing but of course they were too busy in their own little worlds to notice. He was tempted to point it out to the woman next to him but a train pulled in obscuring his view. Once it had pulled out he raised his camera again, shooting continuously to capture the mini astronauts at work

His actions must have alerted them as they suddenly started to pack everything away at a rapid speed, pointing in his direction as they hurried into their ship, He was capturing every movement, every action as they made their exit before the small door slide down with a puff of green smoke. Beaumont carried on shooting, thinking about how he was going to be way ahead of the curve with these shots, wondering just who he was going to approach with them and how

He stopped shooting and suddenly thought about was what he was seeing. How could this even be possible? It must be some sort of trick or part of a show. It couldn’t really be what he was seeing, could it? Before he could answer his own questions a purple laser beam shot out from the top of the rocket, hitting his camera lens, sending a red hot heat through his hand. He dropped the camera onto the platform where it broke into tiny pieces as if it had been made of glass, leaving nothing to salvage, not even the Sim card

The rocket took off in a brief flurry of smoke and flame, shooting off into the cloudless sky before disappearing in an instant. Beaumont looked around at the other people on the platform hoping to make sense of what had just happened in front of them all. Not one of them had noticed the scene that had just unfolded. He tapped the arm of the man standing next to him

‘Did you just see that? Beaumont asked

The man looked up from his paper

‘Did I see what?

‘Did you see it? A  rocket just took off from that ledge’

The man looked him up and down before replying

‘Of course it did mate’

He went back to reading his paper leaving Beaumont Letts to wonder about just what had happened to him today on platform one

The Bus Stop Man

It has started off as part of his social work course at the suggestion of his tutor

He’d advised the students to sit in their local town square and observe just how many people there were with mental health problems in their community. This would give them an insight into just what they’d be dealing with when they qualified. So this is what Peter Ehrlich  been doing everyday, sitting with a coffee, people watching

Within the first week he’d identified at least thirteen people who were exhibiting severe mental health issues. The numbers were a shock at first but by the second week he’d realised just how they seemed to blend into the background. Most people ignored them or just kept their distance and he realised this must have been what he’d been doing otherwise he’d have noticed them before now

One man really fascinated him as he had the same routine everyday without fail. He would walk around each of the bus stops in the square as though waiting for a bus but would never get on one, even though he had queued up at each one. He would be muttering under his breath the whole time but never loud enough to hear what he was saying. His routine, along with his clothing never seemed to change over the time he was being observed

The part of his routine that really fascinated Peter was that every three hours he would stand absolutely still, move his head in an almost robotic fashion and angle his eyes up to the sky. Depending upon where he was in the square he’d always orientate himself to face the same way. He’d stand like this for precisely thirty seven seconds (Peter timed him on his phone) before coming out of his trance and going back to his previous behaviour

It couldn’t be readily explained by any condition that Peter had read about so he was even more determined to watch and take notes. This was when it happened. On the fifth week of watching him the man without warning snapped his head around in Peter’s direction during one of his standing still moments. He moved his head in small, jerky movements like an animatronic dummy until he’d fixed his eyes on where Peter was standing. He fixed his gaze without blinking for what seemed like minutes before falling back into his previous behaviour

This had shook Peter up as the way he watched him was completely different to any behaviour he’d exhibited before but the next day he was back to see if it happened again. The man as usual after three hours of bus stopping started his standing still behaviour but what happened next was different. The man looked up to the sky, slowly nodded before turning towards Peter’s direction. He raised his right arm, pointed at him and emitted a sound like an old dial up modem. This sound started hitting Peter from different directions from within the square causing him to look  to find the source

The twelve other people he’d been observing over the weeks were all pointing at him, emitting the same sound. It crashed into his brain causing him to put his hands over his ears to try and block it out as he started to run away. It wasn’t until he’d reached the shopping centre that the noise finally subsided and he was aware of what thoughts were running through his mind

‘We know you are watching us. There is nothing to see here. You have been warned’


Hugo knows numbers and he also knows that they are definitely not human

Hugo knows that there are 16 stairs from his living room to his landing. He knows that all of the houses on his side of the street add up to 2500. He also knows that they are definitely not human

20160209_125550-1It started on the new development. Hugo on his daily walk likes to play number games with the numbers painted onto the lamp posts. Sometimes he would add them, sometimes multiply them. Working out the square roots is his favourite. Hugo loves the fact that there are numbers painted into the lamp posts on the development as it gives him an added incentive to get out into the world and do something that he loves to do

Hugo noticed last week that the numbers had started changing on a daily basis. At first he thought it was just something that was done from time to time by workmen from the council but it was when he noticed what they were doing that he knew something was not right

They would stand around them at 11.27am precisely each and every day for exactly 7 minutes staring intently at the numbers. They would then alll look at each other in turn before walking off in separate directions until 12.07 when they would all assemble in the new coffee shop. They would all order a large skinny latte, extra hot, to drink in with an iced finger bun to go with it. They would then all sit at the largest table that sat six people facing each other

None of them would speak for the 17 minutes that they sat there drinking and eating at precisely the same time, leaving by 12.37 and going off in six separate directions that Hugo estimated to be at exactly the same angle and pace

Hugo’s hypotheses is that they are not human and are taking instructions from the numbers on a daily basis from an extraterrestrial power that is guiding them on a secret mission on planet earth. Of course no one wants to listen to him or hear his theories at his college and neither does his mother or Keyworker so he is just going to have to work out what all of the numbers mean for himself

Hugo believes that they must have noticed him taking down the numbers on a daily basis into his notebook and decided to take action. They no longer go to the lamp posts to receive instructions but instead follow Hugo wherever he goes. They are always on the bus to college or when he goes to his appointments to see his Keyworker. They follow him and his mother around Tescos (although she insists she cannot see anyone) and have also taken to placing themselves strategically around his immediate vicinity.

Hugo has worked out that they are able to communicate telepathically to each other as long as they are within 117 metres of each other (or that is what it would appear) as they never seem to speak but are obviously communicating to one another. They can also stand for at least 17 hours without moving, eating, drinking or using the lavatory

Hugo has been trying to crack their code but to no avail which is frustrating because Hugo knows numbers. He also knows that hey are definitely not human

Now that they are beginning to stand directly outside of his house each night and point at him whenever he looks out from behind his bedroom curtains and because he knows numbers, Hugo believes that he only has a 7 percent chance of surviving the week before they come and take him away