The farmer's daughter investigates....

“What was that?”

Mary Lou Allen opened the door to the farmhouse, and saw a weird glow in the distance. She had been sitting before the TV, watching her show, slender legs folded beneath her when, all of a sudden every window in the house had rattled, as if an airplane had flown over head real close. And then, in the distance, that weird light.

Pa was away, and her Ma was at her Aunt Hilda’s house, it was just her. Her father had been very strict on that particular matter, saying that the farm was in her charge, and that she was responsible. Mary Lou was seventeen, with long blond hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was perhaps 5’4, with long slender legs, a narrow waist, and large full breasts. Her face was heart shaped, with big cornflower blue eyes, and a small mouth with full lips. Nearly every boy in town had fantasized about her at one point or another. Certainly any one of them would have jumped at the chance to be there that night. Of course, if her father had come home and found them in the hay, well, shotguns would have factored into what followed.....

She pulled on her shoes, grabbed a flashlight, and headed out towards the cow meadow. Tramping down the narrow dirt track that led to the fence, she became somewhat nervous as she approached. The glow, whatever it was, was coming from the cow field. Oddly enough, she didn’t hear any of the animals lowing, and given the commotion they certainly should have.

She climbed over the fence, and then stopped, eyes wide at the massive mile of the dirt that had been raised in the middle of the field. Something had crashed here, maybe an airplane? She took one step forward, and then felt something ooze between her toes, soaking through her shoes. She looked down, and saw, only two inches away, one of the cows, ripped to pieces, its blood soaking the ground.

She opened her mouth to scream, and just then a brilliant light came from the crater ahead. There was a hissing around, and the soft scrape of metal on metal, and then....