The Day the Windmills Stopped Turning

I was always fascinated with the windmills that surrounded my house. They were the big metal ones and had three large propellers and at night, you could see the red lights blinking in a pattern behind the propellers. My brother, Shane, and I would always go hang out by the closest one to our house. We were in the middle of nowhere. We had no neighbors and the closest town was forty-five minutes away. Our mom worked there and the night this happened, she was working late.

Shane and I went out to the windmill when our mom was working and stayed there until the sun went down. We brought our flashlights and at the time, we had the ones you had to crank to keep on. I was ten years old at the time and my brother was twelve, so playing outside was still one of our favorite things. We'd play cops and robbers the most.

A screech broke out in the distance, the two of us freezing instantly. "What was that?" I asked. Shane didn't answer. We looked in the direction it'd come from and for a moment, I thought I saw what looked like a person standing in the tall grass, maybe a mile away. But something was off. The person didn't look... human. Its arms looks abnormally long and its head abnormally large. I didn't say anything to Shane, since I didn't want him to freak out as much as I silently was.

Shane was the first to notice one of the windmills that stopped turning. Then, another one stopped. And another one. Eventually, the one we were standing under stopped turning.

We exchanged confused glances. Even the red lights stopped flashing. In the distance, we saw the lights to our house turn off. "It has to be some kind of freak power outage," Shane said, cranking his flashlight.

"I thought those only happen when it thunderstorms," I replied.

"No, sometimes the people that work on these have problems," he retorted. "That's all it is. Come on, we better get home and turn the generator on."

We started back across the field. The wind had begun to pick up and it was blowing dirt into my eyes, making me stop every five steps to rub my eyes. Shane was beginning to get impatient. I struggled to keep my flashlight on and to keep up with him. Our house was on the other side of a two-lane highway. There wasn't a lot of cars that drove by but when there was, they were going at least eighty.

"Colin, come on," Shane groaned from across the highway. I opened my eyes and they were still blurry. I could see my brother cranking his light as he kicked a rock into the road.

Then, the road lit up. It was a blinding, bluish light and it was hovering over Shane. I rubbed my eyes again and I watched him become paralyzed where he stood until he started to levitate, getting raised into the air. I stared in terror as he got higher and higher until he was suddenly gone. Everything was as quiet as it was before. I stood in shock for a minute, thinking it was still my eyes playing tricks on me, and stepped over to grab his flashlight from the road.

That was when the light came back and I booked it back to the house, dropping the flashlights. I ran inside and locked the door and hid under my blanket until my mom got home and she got the lights back on. She was instantly freaking out about Shane being missing and I told her what I had saw but she didn't believe me and called the police. They must've searched miles of the fields but he didn't turn up. I knew he wouldn't. Since my mom didn't believe me when I told her what had happened to him, the police sure wouldn't, so I stayed quiet.

Sleeping that night was out of the question. I tossed and turned for hours, not only from the heat but from the thoughts flooding my mind. Was it some kind of UFO? Extraterrestrial? If I didn't immediately think to run, would I had been next?

A familiar sound came from outside my window and something flooded my room with light. I stayed where I was, half hoping it was a car's high beams driving by. But that sound... I realized it was me and Shane's cranks on our flashlights. I slowly got out of bed and went to peek out of the window. The second I took a peek behind my curtain, I saw two separate lights and two abnormal figures standing behind them. It was too dark to see their details, but I could distinctly see their huge heads and long, skinny arms. Then, the lights went out and I bolted from my room to sleep with my mom.

That was the last I saw of those creatures. My brother was never heard from again. Luckily, my mom decided to pack up and leave the house to go live in the nearby town to make things easier. I could still see the windmills in the distance; the three propellers, the red flashing lights. Sometimes, one does stop turning and I'll enter instant panic. But it was only one. It's been ten years since that happened. I had left for college two years ago but still come home to visit my mom. I have to drive down that highway to get on the route to my college town. And every time I do, I always think of the day that the windmills stopped turning.

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