Everything started out normally as everything always does in these sort of situations. The night was brisk and clear, the Moon full and very bright. In everyway a normal Autumn evening circa 1954. Dorothy, that boringly normal night was driving a 1949 Studebaker automobile, that she had just purchased from old Tom Callahanm, that very afternoon. Dorothy was a widower and had been since 1945. Her husband, a stenographer, stationed in England during the War, had died in an accidental fire, six months before the end of the War. Since that time money had been tight. Hence the used automobile. Dorothy was now 45 and was childless. She worked as an elementary school librarian.

At this point things begin to get interesting. As Dorothy is driving along a back road that the County has yet deemed not important enough to pave and which, this being October, is isolated and creepy, what with the lack of leaves on the roadside trees and the full moon and all, the strangeness begins. At first the green light is almost unnoticeable. It barely hits the automobile at all. Then, slowly, it expands and within several minutes it has covered a circle with a fifty foot radius, which includes the Studebaker. At this point Dorothy looks up. As she is attempting to locate the source of the mysterious light, her automobile stops dead, like a vampire with a stake in it's heart.

Dorothy now begins to panic. She has never been particularly brave and what she has just seen has put the fear of God into her heart and yes, her very soul. What she has seen couldn't have been real, it belonged on a motion picture screen with all the other atrocities of Hollywood. It belonged in a motion picture she would never, if she lived a million and a half years, go to see. Dorothy was staring at a Flying Saucer, her eyes as wide as dinner plates and if she wasn't then she swore, she was Jane Mansfield. She managed, despite her trance-like state to open the Studebaker's door and get out. She began to run on her spindly legs, down the dirt road. As she did, looking much like a chicken who knows it is her turn to be dinner, the green light moves towards her, enveloping her rather quickly.

Dorothy now felt a tingling come over her body. It was pervasive and exciting, almost sexual in its nature. Dorothy was intrigued and somewhat happy by these turn of events, as she was a middle aged widower and had never had had much satisfying sexual experiences earlier in her life and this feeling was unbelievably fantastic. This must be what sex was like in Heaven, she thought. Then pushed that thought out of her mind since it was outrageously blasphemous and sinful. All the while she did not stop running.

One by one pieces of her clothing start to fall off her now smaller frame. Until, quite unexpectedly, Miss Dorothy Wannamaker is running naked down the road. She does not notice these turn of events. She is overwhelmed with the warm tingling consuming her body and the fear pushing every neuron in her brain that is not consumed with sexual feelings.

She begins to grow smaller and younger. The light still follows her. She is fifteen now. A second later she is ten. Then five. Now two. Now eighteen months. The light suddenly vanishes. Dorothy is left alone. Still she runs, as fear completely takes over when the tingling stops. She leaves a river of urine along the dusty road.

Two hours later when she has finally reached the outskirts of the nearest town, she is blinded by another light. A bright, white light. The headlights from a police patrol car. Dorothy, unsure what to do and not fully cognizant of her situation, stands in the middle of the road shielding her eyes. When the police officer comes over to her, she tries to explain who she is and what happened. But, her diminutive size, squeaky voice and the sight of her peeing as he approaches, does not convince the policeman. Thinking her a lost child, he reaches for her and easily picks her up, cradling her in his arms.

It is at this point, when she is resting in the policeman's arms, that Dorothy realizes what has happened. She cries all the way to the station.




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