“….and he hovered above my body for at least 30 seconds or more while I lay there paralyzed,….I was trying to tell my body to move and breath but it wouldn't,….it wouldn’t budge at all,…I heard it’s foreign language rapidly chatting and rattling against my Ear Drums….I,….I just wanted to go back to sleep…” a single tear rolls down her face. “It’s OK Denise, see, you’re fine now” Counselor Joycelen softly pats her on the back and turns her attention to the young man with his chair propped against the wall. “Adam, do you believe in the Paranormal? Or have you an Experience to share with the group?”

Adam holds his head down and fiddles with his Indigos Civilized Enlightenment brochure. “Everything’s OK Adam, You can tell us.” Counselor Joycelen encourages him to talk. He lets go of the air in his mouth directing it toward his forehead, it ripples through the smooth bronze hair sitting just above his eyebrows. “Actually I have, I can dematerialize…”

“WAIT !” Glawst shouts “Wait, Just stop right there I want my deposit back! Give me my Money back Right NOW, this is a load of Horse manure if I’ve ever stepped in any, there’s no Incontrovertible, Scientific, Peer Reviewed proof documenting the existence of Demons, Ghosts, Ghouls, Goblins, and Spooks, or any Evidence suggesting that ‘humans’ can willfully dematerialize” Glawst stares into Adams eyes pointing a thumb at his face. “You people are a lying bunch of schizophrenics and YOU Lady are a Con Artist. I want OUT!” Glawst makes his way out of the room. “Mr. Glawst Please reconsider our agenda here at ICE, we’re striving for the Civilized Enlightenment of all mankind, Indigo or not, if these disturbances are allowed to fester an untold number of Men and Women may soon vanish in this New Age.” Counselor Joycelen holds out a firm open hand at Glawst as he turns around. She nods her head in a Persuadable manner gesturing for him to stay.

“I Decline” Glawst shreds the ICE brochure into little pieces in front of Joycelen and throws the fragments at her feet. He whips his gray wool coat over his shoulders and slides a hand over the three black strings of hair loosely covering his bald head. The slinky fellow snatches the matching wool cap off of the hat rack and heads for the exit slamming an ICE glass door behind him. Counselor Joycelen collects the small particles of pamphlet laying between the golden clay tiles and Meeting room carpet. A brief moment of hatred raises her blood pressure but she tames herself and regains her cool composure, this hate she says to herself is owed to the night. In the back of her mind she despises the Useless Nonbelievers. “Do you need any help Joycelen?” an ICE member asks. “NO” she runs her fingers over the pile of scraps while calmly walking into the center of the meeting room holding up her results like a trophy. The group gasps.

“You can heal paper?” Adam says. “Oh, I can do much, much, more than this, but it’s not my place to show off in this hour, Now where were we Adam?” Counselor Joycelen points to her new subject with one arm extended, the other is folded against her chest. The group quiets down as the Counselor takes her seat, all eyes focus on Adam. “Well, I’ll tell you all what I can’t do. I don’t know how to put shredded paper back together.” Adam says. The group bursts into laughter, an Antique Grandfather Clock sitting in the Lobby begins to chime 6:00 pm. “We’re about out of time here..” the Counselor says aloud, These are the last Indigos but not the least in this city to be trained and nights falling upon us, the others are about to fall asleep she’s thinking to herself with a slight grin on her face. “Alright I’ll tell you what” Counselor Joycelen stands up and walks behind her chair, she bends over the plush cherry colored backrest and folds her arms on the top. “Now, all of you, Pay Close Attention,”

The Icy Shadow

“How did the meeting go Glawst?” a voice says over the Phone. “I’ve alerted the proper authorities via Channel 12 News, I’m typing up my editorial now for the Compass Chronicle, everyone will know about these scam artists tomorrow, No one has proof surrounding the existence of Lucid Dreams, Futuristic Thoughts, Alien Visions or what have you, they’ll certainly be out of business in the blink of an eye I’ll bet you…

…‘ding dong’… “What’s wrong?” the voice fades in then out. “Wait a Sec, I’ll have to put you on hold, someone’s at the door” Glawst says. ‘ding dong’ “Just a Minute, I’m coming” Glawst opens the door, a cold chill rushes through his body, he briefly loses his breath. Glawst clicks on the talk button and places the phone against his ear. “Were you expecting company Glawst?” the voice waits for a response. “No, I wasn’t and there’s nobody at the door either but I just heard the bell ring, hey I’ll call you later OK” Glawst hangs up the phone and steps outside in his red pajamas the cold wind stings his face. Glawst winces looking left to right, the street lights across from his home begin to flicker. Glawst reaches for his bifocals tucked on to his collar and places them on his face, a tall dark shadow stands underneath the pulsating street light and nods persuasively in his direction.

“HEY GLAWST” a neighbor screams storming out of his home. Glawst jumps out of his skin startled by his unexpected company. “SHELTON D. GLAWST, You’re out here ringing my freaking doorbell? What are you some sort of Peeping Tom pervert now? Getting a good kick out of ringing another man’s doorbell 2 in the morning with your jammies on are ya?” the neighbor marches onto Glawsts lawn wearing a baby blue house robe over a white tank top and valentine boxers, he angrily stops beside him. Glawst quickly pleads for his innocence “NO, not at all Mr. Madden and that’s exactly why I’m out here now. I heard my doorbell ringing too, and saw a shadow or something across the street just now. It’s probably some street thugs from Glocklann, I wrote an editorial exposing the whereabouts of their gang leader a few days ago so they may want Payback.”

Glawst waits for Madden to utter a word of agreement. Madden looks awkwardly at him “soliciting shadows huh? There’s no one out here but you and me Glawst, and I Just heard my doorbell ring got it? You are the biggest Rat in town Glawst. I hope you get what you deserve.” Madden makes his way back home crossing Glawsts frozen lawn, his black flip flops leave a trail of water on the stone passage between their yards.

The cold wind begins to speed up, now mixed with freezing sleet. Sharp frozen knives pinch at Glawsts face, the power begins to weaken and stall. Glawst is pushed back inside as the temperature drastically plummets. “Check” all doors are locked, “Check” for the flashlight, “Check” got my winter rations, “and where’s my radio? Where is it, where is it…. Darn it I misplaced my radio of all days” Glawst hits send and makes his 3am editorial deadline, the power fails. He grabs a knitted blue quilt from the closet and hunkers down for the night. Zzzzz zzzzZzzz. The entire city goes to sleep.

OOBE Concert

When Their Dreams are all ForSAYkehnn
Yeah eh eh yeh
The Useless are Ovah takehnn
And OH NO we dare to waste themmm
Destroy all their Rules and Break’emmm


“Indigos! Put your hands together and sing it with ME” Simeon arouses the Crowd. “Louder Now”


When Their Dreams are all ForSAYkehnn
Yeah eh eh yeh
The Useless are Ovah takehnn
And OH NO we dare to waste themmm
Destroy all their Rules and Break’emmm



“That’s right Indigo’s We’ve been mocked for far too long, I want you All to Go Out Tonight and Invade all of their Dreams, Snatch away their Lives, All of their hopes and Goals, Break them down. We Are Power, We Are Vision, We Are the Future of Humanity, Nothing and No One can Stop Us!” Simeon reaches for the Blue Night Sky and begs the crowd for one more Electric Verse as he looks over at Joycelen Ice. Her eyes pour over the crowd of Indigo OOBEs all gathered in this dream all because of her ICE organization.


Counselor Joycelen walks back stage smiling at her accomplishments. She’s traveled many years and many miles for this to happen, finally a Place where all Indigos may gather without a trace and plot the extinction of the non Indigo.


The elder Indigos congratulate her popular achievements, they can’t believe their numbers have grown into the millions.

Public Broadcast

“WHO officials are encouraging world Citizens to accept the Norcasp Vaccination due to an increase of Flu deaths this winter. Millions across the Globe have suddenly vanished or died in their sleeps from what looks like a Virus that has no symptoms whatsoever… uh we do have one witness from the city of Compass that saw the expiration of her spouse and Mrs. Crease could you tell us word for word what happened. “Yeah sure but technically he’s my fiancé or was, so I got home from work around 5am and saw that Shelton went to sleep during the black out, he reached REM minutes later then vanished into thin air.” “That’s it?” “Yeah, that’s what happened.” “Ok, so if I could give any advice to the World community this Winter Jim, I’d have to say don’t fall asleep.”

Very good story. Interesting read nonetheless. You get a star on this post for excellent writing skills!

This is a good read. If it were a book I would buy it and read it...very interesting considering You have not really given us much yet, but just enough to hold our attention....or at least mine.

Good Writing skills, only a few times I thought maybe the wording could have been different but it's not my story....

S&F ......Looking forward to reading more soon...


ps..I'm guessing at some point what happens to these characters will all tie in together?

I loved it! The indigo's going Freddy Kruger on the non indigo's and taking them while they dream. That was a good idea. I hope it never really happens but you never can tell with those indigo kids.

I hope you do well in the contest my friend,

wupy

Thank You AXial Lucid mwupy and T OODLES,

As I've said in masquas thread I enjoyed writing ICE. I have no recall of the Indigo people before A T S
So Yes AXial this is a great site for the curious.
Lucid I kept what your name represents in mind for this tale and there is more to the story.
Glad you liked this one toodle
And mwupy you won't be surprised when ICE HEADQUARTERS moves to Elm Street!

excellent.excellent


an OOBE concert, Mr Juice its brilliant!!!

I reckon it could catch on
OOBE festivals, Love ins, OOBE tours of the universe with specialist guides ...
the mind boggles!!!

Wow! This is a great story, I loved it. Couldn't wait to see what happened next, and burst out laughing when I visualized what the neighbor was wearing at 2a.m.!

Good luck in the contest!

liw

Icy cold and deadly, the story is a poster child for what I had envisioned when I thought of this contest. No need for guns or bombs, no 'front lines' or tanks when a new kind of human comes upon the earth. The transition should be unlike anything humanity has ever experienced before.

Loved the writing style too. Nothing like mixing humour with deadly consequence.