E.T.'s Baby Ch. 02

Chapter 2: Going Crazy

Late that night Caroline showered and head to bed. All the lights were off upstairs. The bathroom door was open and she could see what looked like dancing lights faintly outside the window.

"Just a car turning the corner down the road," she thought, staring at the lights.

She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She wanted to see what the lights were because they became brighter, then dimmed. They moved unlike any car lights she had ever seen out of all the times she saw headlights shining through the window. She walked to the window and looked out.

"Hmm, no cars. That's strange," she thought.

She turned to flip the light on. As soon as she touched the light switch, the room lit up as bright as day. She spun around, eyes wide, heart racing faster than it was earlier in the day. The house shook as if there was an earthquake happening. The light shined for what seemed like several minutes. She froze with her back against the door. All she could do was stare into the light. She felt around for the doorknob, finally finding it. She flung the door open and ran out and down the stairs.

"MOMMA!" she yelled, running through the house.

No one was there. They were all gone.

She searched every room calling out for her family, "MOMMA, DADDY, COLE!! Where are you!?!? HEEEELP!!"

The light poured in from every window in the house, and the loud hum of the vibration from the lights pierced her eardrums. She heard the back doorknob rattle, and she ran to the kitchen, praying it was one of them. She stood there hesitant to run to the door. She could only stare at the doorknob. Sweat beaded down her forehead. Her hands shook and her breathing was ragged. Suddenly the free swinging kitchen door opened.

"Caroline," Momma said, standing there staring with a confused expression.

"Momma," Caroline exclaimed.

"Did you see the lights? Where were you guys? I called out for you and you weren't' there! None of you were there," Caroline cried.

"Honey, we are all in the living room. What's wrong? Are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost," Momma asked.

"Momma, the lights!" she shouted.

Tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees on the floor.

"Oh my word, Caroline! Baby, come here. Sit down. Let me get you a washrag," momma said.

She grabbed the rag on the sink and ran it under cool water and rang it out. She folded it and laid it across Caroline's neck, then got another and laid it across her forehead.

Momma sat down in the chair next to Caroline and patted her hand and asked, "Baby, tell me what happened. I can't help if you don't tell me. Did you fall and hit your head? Let me see. Come here."

Caroline leaned her head down and let her mother check for bumps, but she could find none. Caroline sat there with her head in her hands, crying.

"Momma, there were lights in the bathroom window, then everything lit up like it was day. Please, tell me you saw it too," she begged, "tell me you felt the house shake and heard the loud humming!"

"Honey, we didn't hear or see anything except the crickets and the moonlight," momma said.

She was becoming concerned for her daughter.

"Maybe she has spent too much time out in the sun and heat," momma thought.

She looked Caroline up and down, examining her for anything out of the ordinary. She could see nothing, so she stood up and helped Caroline to bed. She tucked her in and checked on her before she and Buck went to bed.

The next morning, Caroline awoke, startled by daddy firing up the tractor and yelling to Cole over the loud tractor engine. She was drenched in sweat and breathless.

"What happened last night? Was that just a bad dream? It had to have been," she thought to herself, staring at the ceiling.

She sat up and looked around. Everything was normal. She looked out the window at daddy and Cole. Her father saw her in the window and he smiled and waved. She waved back. She could see the breeze blowing the wheat around in the field just beyond them. The sun shined on her face and she relaxed a little. She turned around and looked at her closet. The door was cracked open. It's never cracked, and she remembered shutting it last night.

"Oh my gosh, no, no, no! Please no," she whispered to herself. She jumped out of bed, rushed over and swung the door open, dropped to her knees and dug for her box.

It was right where she put it. She opened it, and the lingerie was still folded neatly inside the box.

"Why was the door open," she thought, sitting there with her arms holding her knees to her chest, staring into the closet then back into her room.

She thought maybe she was just dehydrated. She, in fact, had been out working in the sun and heat from sun up to sun down. She hadn't really taken breaks in the shade and she read she could get heat stroke easily in this type of weather. She slowly opened the door to her bedroom and peaked out. The sun shined and a warm breeze blew through the open windows. She opened the door and walked out. The breeze felt wonderful on her bare skin under her loose fitting night shirt. It gave her goosebumps. She tiptoed down the old creaking stairs and peaked into the kitchen. Momma was at the kitchen sink doing the breakfast dishes. She didn't hear Caroline walk in and jumped.

"OH! Caroline, honey. I didn't hear you come down the steps. How did you sleep? You gave me quite the scare last night," she said, helping Caroline to the table.

"I don't know, Momma," she said, looking up at her mother, "I had the horrible dream. There was so much light shining through the windows, and I ran and yelled for you but couldn't find any of you. Then I woke up, and I was drenched in sweat."

Barbara gave Caroline a sympathetic smile and nod and stroked her head and walked to the cupboard for a glass and plate to give Caroline breakfast and some water and OJ.

"No baby, I found you standing right there staring at the back door, sweating like a sinner in church. I touched your arm, and you snapped out of it and started bawling. I helped you to bed and didn't hear a peep out of you all night. Your daddy was worried, sick. He didn't sleep a wink. I think he checked on you a few more times through the night too," momma said, "I want you resting today, Caroline. You can help me. You've been out in that scorching sun for far longer than a lady should be. Your daddy appreciates all your help and hard work, and if he pitches a fit, he can deal with me. You're my only daughter and I'd like grandbabies soon."

Caroline looked at her momma with a smile and a soft chuckle.

"Yes, momma," Caroline replied, and ate her breakfast.

As the day went on, last night's episode stuck with Caroline. She and momma ran errands and made deliveries around town, yet she couldn't shake it. She stared off into space, trying to figure out what she did leading up to the moment it started. What had she eaten? Was it something she could have picked up from the baby chicks? She didn't know. Momma was talking the entire time, but Caroline barely heard any of it.

"Caroline, did you hear me," momma asked.

Caroline turned and looked at her mother.

"Yes, momma. I heard you," she said. Caroline liked today.

She needed the rest. She was convincing herself that rest was all she needed. Maybe she was just sleepwalking last night? Yes, that's it. She had a nightmare and was sleep walking. That makes the most sense.

"I'll take a couple days off and recuperate," she told herself.

She and momma made their first few deliveries and then went to the corner store for lunch. They had the best BLT sandwiches and sun tea. Momma had tried to recreate that sandwich several times, but it never tasted the same. They ordered lunch and sat in a booth by the window. They ate, talked and laughed just like when Caroline was a kid. It was great. As they were throwing their garbage away and walking out, a man walked in. His name was Walter Bridges. Walter was known around town as a "kook." He claims aliens abducted him several times. His hair and clothes were always disheveled and he talked to himself.

"Weirdo," she thought, bolting past him.

Suddenly he turned to her and said, "The mark! Ms. Caroline, you have the mark! The same mark as me!"

She stood there confused and alarmed. Her mother was returning from the restroom and noticed the town kook was talking to her and he was standing very close to her.

She looked terrified. Her mother walked up and put her hands on Caroline's arms and said, "Come on, baby. Let's get on the road. We've got several more deliveries to make before heading home."

The man just stood there and stared.

"How did he know my name?" Caroline thought as momma pulled her out the door.

All the events of last night came rushing back to her. Every second replayed in her mind. She climbed into the car and just stared out the window. She looked like she was about to burst out in tears. Momma tried to calm her down and snap her out of it, and it worked a little, but for the rest of the day Caroline was uneasy. They pulled into the driveway back at home. Daddy walked up to the car and opened Caroline's door.

"Hey, darlin', how was your day with your Ma?" he asked curiously.

She didn't hear him. She just kept staring out the windshield, scared.

"Caroline?" her father called again.

She turned towards daddy, and he saw the panic on her face. He immediately became scared as well. Something was wrong. He knew it. He pulled Caroline out of the car and walked her up to the porch.

He sat with her on the step and tapped her cheek, "sweetheart? Caroline? Hey, snap out of it!"

He called for Barbara to bring a glass of water and a cold washcloth. She did and daddy put the washcloth on Caroline's neck. He tried to make her take a sip of water, but it just dribbled down her chin.

"Barb, we need to get her to the hospital," Buck said with urgency.

Buck & Barb pulled Caroline up and leaned her over their shoulders. Once they started walking, she woke up and looked around.

"Momma, Daddy, what are you doing," she asked.

"Baby, we are taking you to the hospital. You've been a zombie since we finished lunch," momma said.

"What," Caroline questioned, "I have?"

She stopped and pulled her arms off her parents, closed her eyes and gathered her thoughts. She put one hand on her hip and rubbed her face with the other, then looked back at them.

"That man, at the corner store. He said I had a mark, just like him," she said, "Look at my neck and back. See if I have a mark today that I didn't have yesterday."

Her parents both looked at her neck, back, arms, and legs and they saw nothing. They would both know there was a birthmark, and there was none.

"We see nothing," daddy said.

Caroline was freaked out. Maybe it wasn't a dream after all?

"I think I'm going to go take a bath. I need to relax and call it an early night," she said.

Her parents both looked at each other with concern but didn't question her as she walked back inside. The screen door slammed, and they looked at each other, worried, as any good parent would.

Caroline went to her room and grabbed her bath robe then went into the bathroom and got undressed. She sat on the side of the tub, running her hand through the water until it was hot and stared out the window. Her other hand grazed along her skin. Then she looked up at the mirror curiously.

"He said a mark just like his. I need to see it," she thought, as she stood up.

She was completely naked. Her tanned skin was flawless, surprising for as much as she worked out in the sun. She pulled her hair to one side and turned her head enough she could see the opposite side of her neck. She felt around for any blemishes or scars. Nothing. She did the same on the other side. Then she searched her arms, chest and belly. She lifted one breast at a time and checked all around them and searched her soft pink nipples. Her belly was the same. Nothing abnormal that she could see. She pulled the hand mirror from the drawer and try to search her back and ass.

She held the mirror up and looked into it. It was more difficult to search this way, but she did the best she could. Nothing abnormal on her back either. She twisted and held the mirror down by her pert ass and ran her fingers over each cheek. Still nothing. She then pulled each check apart, exposing her tight asshole. She ran a finger over it and along the inside of each cheek. The touch of her finger made her tingle like wearing the lingerie did yesterday. No marks. She searched her legs and feet. There were no strange marks on her body anywhere. Caroline put the mirror back in the drawer and stepped in the tub.

The steaming water stung at first as she slowly stepped in and sat down. She leaned back and closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The blackness was eerie with her eyes closed. Suddenly she heard a strange noise coming from somewhere in the bathroom. She opened her eyes and looked around, petrified. The linen closet was the only closed door inside the bathroom, and she did not want to open it. Her heart started racing, and she became lightheaded. She tried to lift her hands, but they were paralyzed under the water. She didn't know what was happening, if this was reality or another dream. She didn't want to know. She just wanted it to be over. The vanity cabinet doors rattled, and she gasped and whimpered, trying not to make a sound. Then the bathroom door rattled. She glanced over, gasped and shreaked.

Suddenly all the doors, the mirror over the vanity, all the items on the vanity and even the bath water shook violently like there was an earthquake happening! She screamed and tried to move again, but to no avail. She yelled for her parents, but they did not come.

"What's happening," she thought as her mind raced.

Her hands involuntarily raised out of the water and covered her breasts. She cried out again for anyone as loud as she could, but again, no one came. Everything in the bathroom was still shaking. The mirror fell off the wall and crashed down beside the tub, shattering and throwing shards of glass against her naked body. She screamed and cried. Caroline then realized her hands were on her breasts, caressing them. As scared and terrified as she was it felt good, but she still cried, praying this would be over and she would wake up.

She felt something graze against her foot and ankle. She shreaked and tried to pull her foot up, but she couldn't. She was still paralyzed. It crawled up and around her leg. Then a second one against her other leg. She couldn't see what it was, if there was actually anything there, but she felt it. The water rose into a form in front of her and she screamed. The creature, whatever it was, hung over her. She felt the creature wrap around both thighs and spread her legs apart, grazing over her pussy with a third tentacle. She screamed again.

"GRRRRRROOOOOWWWLLLL," the creature let out a low rumble as it moved closer.

Like with her hands on her breasts, the liquidus tentacles of the creature rubbed against her pussy a little harder and still somehow it felt good. Her eyes gently blinked, and she started feeling groggy. Her hands cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her cries faded into moans of pleasure. The creature was molesting her, and she was unconsciously enjoying it. The tentacle between her legs became slippery and spread her pussylips apart and circled her entrance. It slid inside as the creature let out a low forceful vibration, "GRRRRRROOOOOWWWLLLL."

Her eyes now completely closed, and her head lay back against the tub. She moaned softly as the creature filled her pussy under the water and she caressed her breasts. Her moans became louder and one hand involuntarily slid down to her clit. The creature slid its slimy tentacle out of her pussy and up her body. She could feel it but could do nothing about it. She couldn't scream. She couldn't move on her own. All she could do was lay there, in the scalding water, eyes closed and head back, rubbing her clit and caressing her breast. She wasn't in control of her body anymore; the creature was. It raised its other two slimy appendages to her chest and face. One tentacle slid into her open mouth and the other over her hair and wrapped around her neck.

She could feel, and it felt good. So good she felt her body tensing up. Her muscles contracted, and she rubbed her clit faster. Without warning, an orgasmic explosion erupted in between her legs and she convulsed back and forth in the water. She moaned loudly, and she squeezed her nipple and breast hard. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes before dissipating. She had never experienced an orgasm prior to this.

Her muscles relaxed, and she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Her hair and face were soaked. Her fingers were on her clit, still sending electric shocks up her body and her other hand still on her breast.

"What in Jesus' name was that?" she thought, still in shock, breath stifled.

She realized where her hands were and pulled them away quickly. She looked around the bathroom expecting to see the doors shaken off the hinges and mirror broken, but they weren't. Everything was in its place. Nothing had moved. There was no water on the floor and it was still at the same level as when she turned it off with her foot. Caroline sat there in the tub contemplating what just happened.

"Could this be related to what happened last night?" she wondered.

She also wondered if she had just had an orgasm. Her hands were in places she had never touched in that way before, and it made her heart thump hard in her chest. She swallowed hard and tried to stand up and exit the tub. As she reached for a towel, she noticed a spot on the underside of her arm near her armpit. She hadn't noticed it before. It was small, like a birthmark. She stepped out of the tub into the light and raised her arm. It wasn't a birthmark. It was a small raised circle with a symbol in the middle. She pulled the mirror back out of the drawer and looked closer. It looked like a tiny jack from the game her parents used to play as kids. That was not there before she took a bath. She ran her fingers over it and it stung. She winced and jerked her arm away.

"Oh my goodness, what is that?" she cried out loud

Her body trembled, and she backed away from the vanity, staring at the mark.

"Am I going crazy?" she thought.

Then grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her and ran to her room and shut the door and leaned against it and slid down, pulling her knees to her chest.

"I need to go see Walter," she said to herself. Then she leaned her head on her arms and cried.