[ WP ] Is n't it strange that there 's something in the sky , high above us , that no one is supposed to look at ? No , I 'm not talking about the sun .

`` I think,'' I paused to take a deep breath `` I think it might have tentacles'' 
 
 A quiet roar surrounded me as the council spoke amongst themselves in quiet terse whispers. I continued to stare down at my lap where my hands were slowly fidgeting trying not to look at any of the adults in the eyes. 
 
 “ Did you look directly at it boy? ” a loud man in a dark blue patterned uniform asked me from across the oval table. “ No sir, ” I replied “ But I think it was shaped like… ” the men around the table leaned in slightly as I worked up the courage to address them. “ like… like a soccer ball but less round. ” The men nodded their heads and started whispering again. 
 
 “ We think it's a dodecahedron. ” a man in a white coat said “ From intel gathered from the others that ’ s what we think it ’ s shaped like. ” More murmurs of agreement permeated the small underground bunker. “ We don ’ t understand its motives but we believe it is on a scouting mission of some sort which is why it attacks any living thing that looks at it... Well, ” he paused mid-sentence “ almost any living thing that is. It doesn ’ t seem to attack children. At least not right away. ” 
 
 The darkened room became very silent. After a while the man in dark blue military clothes stood up pushing his metal chair back and scratching it along the concrete floor below him with. “ I ’ ll inform the Admiral of this, everyone else stand by for the next child. ” 
 
 I was led out of the room by a different military person and up the stairs leading outside. I squinted as they opened the bulkhead and my mother let out a cry of surprise and grabbed me up in her arms. I could tell she had been crying by how she breathed and her tears smeared across my check as she squeezed me. 
 
 From behind her I could see a line of other parents scattered about with their own children. Some were crying and others had hard faces of concern and others had expressions I couldn ’ t quite make out. We walked across the grass and dirt back to our car. I looked back at the group of people waiting to be interviewed and had to quickly look back down as the menacing aura that surrounded ‘ it ’ started to creep into my peripheral vision. 
 
 My mom let me sit in the front seat on the ride home telling me that I had been a big boy and deserved a big boy seat. I noticed she had removed the rear and side mirrors on the car and that she was still crying. When we got home she had Ricky who lived next door help us with boarding up all the windows so nobody could see outside. 
 
 That was two months ago and my mom has started talking to herself. I suppose it ’ s nice to hear her voice than to have to listen to the new noises that recently started. They sound like animals moaning but from everywhere all at once. Mom told me never to go outside anymore and to try and stay quiet as best I can. I haven ’ t told her yet but I can see through a sliver between two of the wooden boards covering the window in my room. Last night I could see motion in the streets but I couldn ’ t see what it was. 
 
 Tonight I think I ’ m going to take a better look. 

