I saw bats hovering over the area last night, said one boy, almost breathless, to the reporter.
Those were crows, stupid, the other admonished. Flying away from the alien spacecraft that landed here.
They were bats! the boy insisted.
Anything interesting? my aunt called from her room.
Just a crop circle with hovering bats.
The girls at the agency were talking about that at lunch. They are convinced it`s all for publicity.
The video switched to an aerial shot from WBEZ`s helicopter. The circle was impressive.
Then the camera was back on the reporter.
Spacecraft or just spaced out? You decide. Back to you, Jay.
That`s so bogus..., I called to my aunt. I saw a report on TV once where kids confessed to creating them. They demonstrated to the reporter how in the middle of the night they used a stake, a rope, and wooden boards to press down the stalks and form a giant circle.
My aunt came back into the living room dressed in an off-the-shoulder cotton top and pea green yoga pants. I believe we aren`t the only ones in the solar system. They could be aliens. No one has disproved their existence.
Are you kidding? You really believe in aliens?
Do you really believe in vampires? She had a point. Yes, but they are real, I blurted out without thinking. Uh...I mean, no one has disproved their existence.
I`m just saying, Aunt Libby argued as she added some final touches to her hair, it could be the markings of an alien aircraft--or a signal for other aliens. Aren`t crop circles meant to be viewed from the air?
The boy on the news swore he saw bats last night. Maybe it could be vampires signaling other vampires, I suggested.
Hmmm. I like your theory better. Aliens are kind of odd-looking and have green heads. Vampires are sexier. I`d prefer to see them invade our town.
I gave my thought pause as the anchor turned the focus to weather. Our five-day forecast calls for rain and fog.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I couldn`t shake the farm boy`s claim. After all, who better to go undetected in the night than vampires? They could easily see the circles as they fly in bat form over the horizon. There was no way to confirm my theory by sitting in my aunt`s apartment, and it wasn`t like me to not poke around for some clues.
Do you mind if I check my e-mail? I asked.
Sure. The computer is already on.
I searched the Internet on my aunt`s iMac for vampires and crop circles. I scrolled past various movie and book sites until I came to a small website that specialized in paranormal sightings in North America. All the entries detailed unearthly bright lights, alien abductions, and hoaxes. Just as I began to click out of one such site, I spotted something of interest. Instead of green-headed monsters, one blogger claimed that the night before he spotted a crop circle, he`d seen a swarm of hovering bats.
I thought I`d stumbled onto something big. The entry had to be posted by a Harvard scholar, a scientist, or a Nobel Peace Prize winner. Instead it was signed Bob from Utah.
Bob could have been a crackpot like any other, a bored kid in study hall posting erroneous entries on websites, or, like me, a vampire-obsessed mortal with an overactive imagination. But I took his single entry as a sign.
There was one way to investigate my theory further. I had an advantage that Bob in Utah didn`t--I was dating a vampire.
Are you sure you don`t want to come with me? my aunt asked as she picked up an African drum lying next to the fireplace.
I`m beat--no pun intended, I teased, shutting down the computer. Do you mind if I just crash?
Even if I wasn`t preoccupied about reuniting with Alexander, the thought of amateur drummers learning how to bang on instruments for two hours was enough to make me mental.
There`s plenty of tofu patties in the fridge and soy pudding in the cabinet. I`ll call you on your cell at break to check in.
Thanks, Aunt Libby, I said, giving my dad`s sister a hug. I really appreciate your letting me visit you again.
Are you kidding? I love having a roommate. Just bolt the door behind me and don`t buzz anyone in. And please, don`t get abducted by aliens. Your father would kill me.