It was 3am. The night was deathly still. A few clouds over head. Some stars fighting their way past the light pollution twinkled in defiance. It was that kind of quiet you could hear a pin drop down the block. She smoked her cigarette sitting on the car parking cement marker in the gravel parking lot behind her apartment building. She watched absolutely nothing happening. No cars driving by, no noises in the distance of people getting in their cars to go somewhere. Not even any neighbor lights were on. She had smoked out here at three in the morning countless times, but tonight felt eerily quiet. Like something bad was about to happen. She didn’t always have this feeling. Usually she felt safe in her neighborhood even though the cops had warned her before that it wasn’t safe around here.
Most nights she felt calm reassurance while smoking and looking up at the stars. She’d silently pray to God and talk about what was on her mind. Or sometimes she tried to still her mind’s incessant chatter. She had seen some pretty interesting things sitting on that cement marker. Rabbits playing by the trashcans. Skunks running past her at full speed. People walking by pretending not to notice her. She’d even seen some sort of plane fly over that was so dark she could barely make it out against the darkness of the sky. It was completely silent and seemed to glide by so close it felt like she could reach out and touch it. It was the strangest thing she’d seen at that hour. She had to call it a UFO only because there was nothing else to call it. It did not have a head light or navigation lights, just three red lights on the bottom in the formation of a triangle.
That wasn’t the first unidentified object seen over her area either. One hovered over her town long enough to get video coverage and make national news. On another day, her daughter and her were walking home and saw two planes heading toward a collision point with each other. One of the planes was strangely shaped with short wings and a long body. They disappeared over the rooftops. They walked to the other side of their apartment building, which only took a few moments, but by the time they got to the other side both planes were gone. Her daughter ran out to the street still looking for them, but they were nowhere to be seen.
This definitely wasn’t a normal area to live in, but so far things had been safe. The cops practically live on her block though. She would be good friends with them by now if she didn’t isolate into her home so much.
She shrugged off the bad feelings, snubbed out her cigarette and went in. Her apartment didn’t feel much better. There had been even stranger things going on inside the walls then outside of them. Something her and her daughter had to live with constantly. Nothing they tried had worked. Not permanently anyway.