“When your nightmare becomes reality!”
When Jessica Dorsey’s alien nightmare feels too real, she questions whether she’s actually awake.
The Awakening – Reviews
“Ever watch a really good X-Files episode and then it just goes off. You’re left kinda confused and you really need another episode quick to take the edge off. This short story made me feel like that. I’m also using the X-Files as a comparison because
A: It’s True (I was expecting Mulder and Scully at any moment)
B: This is a short story about alien abduction
C: It’s Scary
Jessica suffers from several sleep disorders including night terrors. She also believes she is being abducted and tortured by extraterrestrials. No one believes her, and during one terrible incident, the worst happens and she ends up in a psychiatric ward. The story ends with the reader not knowing what’s true and what’s a result of her sleep problems. It’s not for people who don’t like unresolved endings. Basically, it’s like a sliver or glimpse into poor Jessica’s life, the reader only sees one episode of it. This would actually make for a great comic book series (Hint Hint Author )
I’m giving it a 4 out of 5 stars. The content was creepy and I want to know more about the characters. It’s also a quick read and would be a good campfire story to tell your friends.” –Rebecca Milhoan, BiblioGal
Since I couldn’t sleep anyway, I sat up. The hallway light shone through the bottom crack of my door. The shadow of Phillip’s feet stood there. My heart skipped a beat. He never came to my door after drinking. Usually, he would sneak into his room. So, something had to be wrong.
As I threw the covers aside, he walked away. Quickly, I dressed and headed for the door. I inched it open. The hallway light went out. The light switch was around the corner, so Phillip had to be standing there.
“Phillip?” I whispered.
I proceeded down the hallway. The tile was cold. I stopped and glanced down the curved hallway. The entryway was bare. His room was on the other side of the house, so he couldn’t have disappeared that quickly. He must have walked into the living room.
I walked through the hallway, past the partition wall, and into the living room. The carpet was warm and plush. Again, my husband left the blinds open. Damn him. The moonlight lit up the room.
As I walked over to the front window, I shook my head. I reached behind the couch and grabbed the rod. Something shifted behind me.
He didn’t answer. Something moved.
I froze. My eyes drifted to his bedroom door. It was closed. Darkness enveloped the room. Phillip was not home.
My heart raced. Slowly, I turned around. Somebody hunkered down by the partition wall. Phillip? Something about the figure was not right. It was much smaller than my son. And, the eyes appeared much larger. It was not Phillip. My hair stood on end.
The head moved. The reflection of the moonlight shimmered in its dark oval eyes. I couldn’t move. It took a step toward me, emerging into the moonlight. It wasn’t human. Instead, it was an alien.
I gasped. My jaw dropped.
It stood about four feet, its skin leathery looking. Its lips peeled back, revealing rows of sharp tiny teeth. A long slender tongue snaked out of its mouth.
I bolted. The moment my feet hit the tile, it slammed me into the wall, pinning me against it. Its jaws snapped at me.
I struggled to push it away, but my hands slid off of its oily skin. Its clawed human-like fingers raked across my stomach. I screamed. Blood oozed from the open wound. Razor sharp teeth scraped against my forearm.
“No! Help!” I struggled to push it away.
It snapped at me again. I turned my head, barely avoiding its mouth. It lashed out again, its claws cutting deeper into my arms. Its teeth gnashed together. Then, my gaze fell on my son’s karate spear that stood in the corner by the front door. He kept it there as a reminder to not forget it.
I wedged my knee up in between us and kicked out. The alien fell back. I lunged for the spear. Grabbing it, I spun around. The alien attacked again. I jabbed the spear at it once, twice—then as it neared me, I thrust it. The spear slid down its body, catching the side of it. It shrieked.
Then, its dark eyes met mine. It hissed. Then, it rushed me.
I turned with my back toward the bedroom, keeping the spear tight against my hip. The second it followed me around the corner, I thrust the spear, impaling it.
It flailed about on the tip of the spear. Blood spewed from the gaping wound. Its childlike cries filled the house.
“Oh God…,” I cried.
Its clawed hands gripped the spear. Twisting it, the alien pulled on it, working it out of its stomach.
What the hell? Although its small frame appeared limp and frail, it was much stronger than an adult human male. A low and menacing growl escaped its lips.
The Awakening II: Nexus
“When reality becomes your nightmare!”
Jessica Dorsey has been locked up in an asylum for killing her son, Phillip, and now, her husband, Drew has gone missing. As Jessica continues to have nightmares about aliens, the investigation into her husband’s disappearance takes a turn when Officer Ranier delves further into the case, making him question his sanity.
Is Jessica really a mad woman? Or are her nightmares about to come true?
The following day, I was escorted into an office occupied by Jessica Drake’s doctor, Dr. Lane. The tall, thin man sat behind his desk, his eyeglasses set halfway down his nose. His beady eyes met mine as I sat down on the chair opposite him.
“So, Nurse Callahan said you want to see me regarding one of my patients?”
He pushed the glasses further up his nose.
“Yes, I do.” I fidgeted until I got comfortable and then propped my arm on the side of the chair.
“I’m working on a missing person’s case right now which involves the husband of one of your patients.”
“Oh, I see.” He folded his hands before him. “Which patient is it?”
“Jessica Drake,” I answered, leaning forward. “Her husband Drew Drake is missing. He hasn’t been heard from for a couple of weeks.” I sighed. “I heard there’s an investigation into the death of their son, as well, and that Mrs. Drake is the sole suspect in his death.”
The doctor removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Officer Rainier, that’s up to your police department to investigate, not me. I’m strictly a psychiatrist, and I’m not at liberty to discuss anything about my patient.”
I bit my lip. This was not going to be fun. “Listen, doctor, I understand that, but there’s been some talk, and it’s been in the media that your patient, Mrs. Drake, claimed space aliens killed her son.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Listen, I want the best for your patient as well as you do, but I don’t believe in space aliens.”
The doctor chuckled.
I ignored him and continued on. “Now, somebody killed her son, excuse me, their son, and now her husband is missing. I want the best for your patient as well as you do, so I would like to clear this up as soon as possible, so anything you can help me with, as far as what she saw, what she heard, and so forth, would help us to catch the suspect. With that said, we would like to talk to her.”
The doctor leaned back in his chair. “That’s out of the question.”
“Doctor…” The doctor folded his arms across his chest. “She’s under heavy sedation and being monitored. We can’t risk…”
Risk? “Risk? Risk what? She’s a suspect in the death of her son. Now, her husband is missing, quite possibly dead. A pool of blood was located in the entry way of their home. Now, if her husband had been killed in that very spot, the murderer would probably have left his body there. So, why the hell would the murderer remove him from the house?”
The doctor raised his eyebrow. “He was killed in his home?”
Sternly, I said, “We don’t know if he’s dead. The body is missing, yet there was a large pool of blood in the entry way.”
The doctor leaned forward, his hands still folded. “Are you aware that their son was killed in the entry way? Maybe that was his blood.”
What the hell…? My heart skipped a beat. Why would anyone leave their son’s blood in the entryway?
LYNN MULLICAN was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. She is married to Patrick Mullican and has three adult children, Cassandra, Bridget and Joeseph. She also has three grand-daughters and two grand-sons.
Starting from the age of 7, she began to write short stories and developed a love for the art. At twelve years old, she submitted a short story to her school for a Creative Writing competition and took 1st Place. Throughout her teenage years, she continued to write short stories. At the age of 14, her love of the art took a turn towards the theatrical when she started writing scripts, plays and poetry. In high school, she attended Drama and Journalism. It was then that she wrote her first screenplay, in which she received high praise from a local playwright, Dorothy Seiffert.
In 1985 she met her husband and married him two years later. She became a stay at home mom after the birth of each of her children. It was during this time Lynn wrote several poems, which were published; In Memory and Waking Up One Morning in 1987, A Baby Poem in 1989, 1990 and 1996, The Violent Mind in 1993, The Demon of Love, Mother!, and Night of Intrusion in 1996, and Possession-Obsession in 2000. During this time, she took a Creative Writing course.
Lynn’s writing was put on hold while she raised her children, worked a full-time job, and also went to college.
She also studied Chinese and American Kenpo with the Red Dragons Arizona Self Defense Systems under the direction of Sifu Denis Wooten. She has taken 1st and 3rd Place for Kata in Arizona State Tournaments. She also studied American Kenpo under the direction of Dennis Conatser Sr. She has years of extensive knowledge in self-defense and martial arts under her belt.
Currently, Lynn works a full-time job and writes part time. As of 2018, Lynn has eight published short stories, four of which were published in anthologies, and three published novels; Bad Elements series, Crystal Dragon, Blood for Blood and The Hybrid Unleashed.