Silver Lake Mysteries

Scene: Lookout Hill – Late Evening The summer air was warm, humming with cicadas and the distant sound of a radio playing rock and roll from someone’s parked car far down the hill. John Smith, now officially eighteen, stood near the edge of Lookout Hill, his new telescope pointed skyward. A gift from his mother, it was sleek and silver—shiny as the fins on a Cadillac—and perfect for watching the Leonid meteor shower streaking across the night sky. John adjusted the focus, peering up into the great black canvas. One brilliant meteor arced overhead, blazing gold and blue, followed by another, and another. Then, something… different. A brighter light—redder, faster, growing. It wasn't arcing. It was falling. John yanked away from the telescope just in time to see a fiery object streak down and slam into the woods nearby, not far from where he stood. The earth shook, birds scattered, and a plume of smoke and glowing embers rose in the distance. Eyes wide and pulse racing, John grabbed his flashlight and dashed toward the crash site. Leaves and branches slapped against his arms as he pushed through the trees, the acrid scent of smoke growing stronger. He found the crater—a glowing hole in the ground, still smoking, ringed with cracked dirt and steaming debris. At the center sat a strange, pulsing rock, covered in a glistening, almost organic sheen. As he stepped closer, the rock split open with a wet crack, and something moved inside. John barely had time to react before a shimmering, serpentine organism shot out—fast as lightning—and latched onto his leg. It wrapped around him in a blur, not aggressively, but searching... sensing. Its touch was warm, almost electric. In an instant, it surged upward and slipped painfully into your urethra. You feel it worming deeper, consuming… devouring everything in its path, then a tingling sensation and the pain quickly subsides, the entire event happened so quickly you barely had time to howl in pain. He collapsed to one knee, gasping. It didn’t hurt—but it felt wrong. His vision blurred. A cold rush traveled through his veins, and for a split second, it was like he could hear a voice in his mind—not in English, but in understanding. Alien, ancient, and… alive. Then, silence. John staggered to his feet, breathing hard. The crater sizzled behind him, now empty. Whatever had arrived from space—it was now inside him. He could feel it wanting to communicate