I screamed as she plunged the needle into my arm. But it was no use I’m sixty, a retired pencil pusher, no match for that guy. Jack Tor held my arms in a vise-like grip, while Susan clutched something in her hand. What could that be? Probably squirrels in the back yard. Within a few minutes, I was startled awake by a noise outside. Maybe Laura was right, maybe I was imagining things. I thought I’d doze for a while, try to calm down. Tired from last night, I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes. Laura did the dishes, finished her supermarket list, took our old Buick, and left. As soon as I get back from the market this morning, I’m calling the doctor.” I think they’re aliens from another planet. “I’m not making this up I saw them loading these huge eggs into their van. And, yes, I took my medication this morning.” You shouldn’t be spying on our neighbors.” Over breakfast, I told Laura what happened. I crawled into bed and tried to fall back asleep. I don’t think they saw me, but I got scared and ran back to my house. Startled, the Tors stopped loading and looked around. At first I thought they were burlap bags, but after a second look I saw they were huge brown eggs. They were dressed in black clothing and were loading something into their van. I peered in the window and saw our neighbors. I crept over to their house I know I shouldn’t have, but I’m pretty nosy. There’s a window in the side door to their garage, and light spilled out of it. I put on a robe, walked downstairs and out to our porch, to get a better view of what was going on. What the hell? It’s the middle of the night! ![]() I pulled the curtain aside and saw lights on in their house. Laura was sound asleep next to me, so I slipped quietly out of bed and peered through the bedroom window. Maybe they’re models.”Ī noise woke me up at 3 a.m. A funny accent, but other than that, just a very good-looking couple. “Didn’t I tell you?” I asked Laura as we walked back to our house. How is that possible? I saw the moving truck unloading all their furniture and boxes just this morning. The furniture was all in its place and the pictures on the walls were perfectly hung. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of unpacking to do.” I looked around the house and saw no moving boxes. we just wanted to say hello welcome you on your first day. “What do you want?” Jack asked, frowning. Susan Tor took it, looked at it quizzically and then put it on the table next to her. We all shook hands and sat in the living room. “I Susan Tor,” she said in the same odd accent. “Please, enter my house and sit.” He stuck out his hand. “A pie,” he said, as though he’d never seen one before. “We came to welcome you to the neighborhood.” “Hello, people,” he said in an odd accent. “We’re your next door neighbors.” The man was over six feet tall, ruggedly built, with thick blonde hair. ![]() “Hi, I’m Harold and this is my wife Laura,” I said. I thought that was too generous on our part, but I’m cheap that way. Laura took over an apple pie she’d baked yesterday. “And it doesn’t have anything to do with that. Their faces are perfectly smooth and tanned. “No, not yet,” she replied, busy making dinner. “Did you see the new people next door?” I asked her, the day they moved in. That’s what I told my wife, the first time I saw them.
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