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As he sat on the his favourite bench on looking out over the Saddleworth moors, he felt his calm and peaceful nature returning to him. It was as though the week of just annoying staff members, client and family was but a distant memory.
A warm breeze picked up over the ridge he was sat one. The rest of the visitors to this point were long gone and the Ice Cream van was just exiting the car park.
John was finally alone on the moor, the Summer solstice had passed so this was the first day the night would be closing in. He didn’t mind the late June sun streamed down on him. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the quiet.
He felt a large shadow passed over head, The paragliders are taking a risk at this time of night, surely the air currents are less strong?!?.
He drifted back into the void of his mind. In state of almost mediation, feeling the warmth of the night on him.
But nothing was stirring, he turned away from the window. Surveying the room, he paused as looked at his bedroom.
Sniff!
His nostrils flared, a sicky smell like egg… No sulphur entered his nose. He turned back to the window, on the lawn was purpley grey smoke swirling round forming a small egg shape about three times the size of a rugby ball. Even as his mind understood what he saw it grew in size to a human height then to a giant size.
In the 20 seconds he had watch it was the height of a lamppost. The smoke faded and the creature, unfolded itself and stretched.
The fourth of June was a warm day, the hunt for sun block was the theme of the morning.
Poor old Jon had been drinking heavily the night before, so all sounds were amplified 100times. The bang of the dog’s tail drilled into his brain.
“Alright alright I am up”
He staggered down stairs , the dog was not there to great him. He rounded the corner to see the lounge door was open. Strange it normally shut !
He entered the room…