CHAPTER 1
Janet
Eugene, Oregon 1983
Janet Howick laid in her bed, trying to fall asleep. She had wrapped herself tightly in her blankets and clutched her teddy bear Nareth, a name she heard a number of times in her dreams. It was the name of the one that helped and looked out for her when those dreams became nightmares.
Nareth tested her, running through complex video games, puzzles, mazes and teaching her doctorate level metaphysics, wave engineering and bio-mechatronics. For seven months, Nareth was there in Janet's dreams, making her happy and full of life. Her school grades skyrocketed, the teachers questioned her on the knowledge of so much, but as Nareth told her, the source of it all had to be kept a secret or the others would find out. Janet was excited to go to sleep and see him. But on the night of October 31st with a tummy full of candy and wearing her princess costume from Halloween, she was torn away from her lesson, and the nightmare began. The safety net in this strange place was gone. The warmth had been replaced with a cold, sterile atmosphere.
Nareth contacted Janet in a unique way without ever being in the same room. At eight years old, Janet could explain it as an interdimensional telepathic connection. His job was done. He had found a human that could withstand the emotional trauma and had the intelligence to work with them.
Janet feared every night after Halloween that year, dreading bedtime, never knowing, would she awake and if she did, where? The white light would fill the room, her body would stiffen, straightening out flat and she would feel the burning pick of metal entering her skin, sometimes just under the skin and sometimes deep within.
Her father, Thomas, a strong, open minded, rational man couldn't understand or work out what happened to Janet. So happy all summer, always dancing and skipping, doing chores without argument and she even planted a flower garden. But after Halloween, the joy was gone, even the color had drained from her face. Thomas had feared the worst, taking her to every doctor he could afford. After all available medical tests had been done, one doctor suggested psychiatric therapy and all that those doctors did was hand out pills, for both of them.
With the bills piling up, Thomas took on extra shifts at the lumber mill, but he was determined to find out what was wrong with his little girl. Reading every medical and child psychology book he could find. One night around nine PM, they were loading a truck in the yard and one of Thomas's men yelled out and pointed up into the sky. A bright shooting star passed overhead. Most of the guys laughed and said "Make a wish," but as Thomas was about to yell, `get back to work,' he saw another shooting star. But this one was due west. The light was a bright white ball that went straight up. Stunned by the sight, Thomas walked into the darkness facing the west and could see the glow of city lights. Eugene was due west. A million thoughts raced through his mind. Seeing the small scars on Janet's arms and abdomen. When she talked about the white light. The odd smell in the house. The news reports of strange lights in the skies at night. And the TV commercial of Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
Thomas ran to the office, grabbed his keys, helmet and jumped on his bike. He raced home and ran up the stairs to Janet's room, passing the babysitter asleep on the sofa.
He burst in ... Janet wasn't there.
Thomas raced around the house, looking in every room upstairs making enough of a racket to wake the babysitter. He ran downstairs. The sitter screamed at the sight of a man dressed all in black and still wearing his bike helmet. The babysitter's scream became warped, the blanket she threw up at him slowed in mid-air, even the TV reception was disrupted turning to static and froze. The house became bright white.
Instinctively, Thomas ran up to Janet's room and saw her floating into the room. She was placed gently on the bed and in an instant the light was gone.
Thomas tore off his helmet and hugged Janet sobbing. The screams of the sitter downstairs sent an image through his mind, his helmet had a thick layer of metallic paint and a fine wire mesh inside.
Janet hugged her father tighter, "Daddy ... don't leave me."
"I won't baby, I won't."
Thomas looked Janet over. She was clean but had that vile smell he had smelt a few times before and Thomas knew what was wrong. He sent the sitter home and ran Janet a bath filling it with Mr Bubbles bubble bath, it was something that always made her laugh but not that time. As Thomas scrubbed her back with the washcloth, he noticed a small puncture mark on the right side of her neck and as he wiped it, it bled.
"Janet, do you know how this happened?" Thomas asked.
"It's where the wire went in," replied Janet.
"Wire?"
"They look inside me to see if I'm Okay. And to see how humans work," said Janet.
"Who are ... They?" Thomas asked.
"I don't know, some are my height and some are giants, taller then you daddy. They told me, they don't want to hurt me, but they need to do their tests."
Thomas wept. The following days, Thomas researched all the alien abduction material he could. All the information available was crazy. So many so-called experts just guessed with outlandish theories of apocalypses and government entanglement, no one knew anything. There was more truth in the movies than in books on the subject. He had missed days of work and got a call if he didn't go, he would be fired.
The next day, Janet went with her father to the mill and slept in the office. Even with all the noise, she had the best sleep in weeks. Some of the guys thought Thomas was doing it tough. Not being able to afford a sitter, they had a collection and got forty dollars together. At second break, the guys confronted Thomas. They heard his baby girl was sick and after seeing her pale and lifeless body sleeping in his office, the men wanted to help.
The guys knew he had taken her to the doctors a number of times and the worry was clear on Thomas's face. He stood there not knowing what to say and as he glanced over at Janet in the other room, the tears poured. One of the men stepped forward, took the money from the hat, shoved it into Thomas's shirt pocket and hugged him. Struggling to form words, not knowing whether to tell the guys or not and before Thomas could decide, they all turned around and went back to work. Thomas left it at that.
Weeks had gone by. The holidays had passed without incident. Janet had returned to school and Thomas only worked the shifts he had to. Things seemed normal, not quite as good as the year before, but they were ok.
Watching TV one night,...