He was a fisherman and a liar, which is pretty

He was a fisherman and a liar, which is pretty redundant. But he also looked like a soldier from the civil war. He had that kind of boyish face with serial killer eyes and

a horse with a musket holster, dressed in Confederate garb. He tricked it into fishing with him by saying there were oats in boats (not a lie, but misleading). One night, a storm

blew in off the coast, picked up our supply of oats 'n scattered 'em all around. I guess that's how the oats got in our boats. You never can tell. As the mounted soldier stepped in

Area 51, he donned his cloak and dagger. He put on his mask as well. I knew this was not Halloween so this was even more nightmarish. What the hell?

He unzipped the corpse bag revealing a slim smooth grey skinned body with a largish head and overlong fingers. I watched in horror as he poised his dagger over the sternum

. "Are you sure you're doing the right thing?" I asked. "Remember what happened in Roswell." He didn't answer, silently making a neat incision through the creature' s abdomen.

Having cut the mysterious creature open, my companion reached into its abdomen & pulled out a rabbit, then a string of colored silk handkerchiefs, two doves, and a xenomorph. Shit.

She offered me the handkerchiefs, but they were covered in the creatures blood and as I wiped my sweating brow the thickening blood left a smear across my foregead...

On the inside we both felt like outsiders, and blood was the life. "Welcome to my world," I whispered as wolves howled around us.. Her world went dark.