The alien mystery · Y/n story by @eliasweirdo

The morning sun blazed over Willow Creek, casting long shadows across the main street. Banners in faded red and gold fluttered overhead, celebrating the town's hundredth annual Harvest Parade. Families lined the sidewalks, children perched on shoulders, and the high school band warmed up with a squeaky clarinet.

Fred

I'm telling you, the satellite data shows a heat signature anomaly right over the fairgrounds. He tapped the screen. Right now.

Sophia

Fred, it's a parade. There are forty food trucks with propane grills. That's your heat signature.

Fred

It's not the same shape, Sophia. It's—

The band struck up a brassy rendition of the town anthem. The crowd cheered. And then, between one blink and the next, there was a shimmer at the edge of the crowd—like heat rising off asphalt, but the morning was cool.

Fred

ELIAS?!

Sophia

Her face went pale as the float's white paint. No way.