She was about 17 or 18. Popular, pretty, smart.
Perhaps too smart.
That's why they came for her, in the dark, searching outside the second story bedroom with lights and small flying drones, peering inside the two small windows on either end of the housetop.
They'd been by before, rising over the house across the street with their huge moon-colored ship, hovering without sound, suspended over the neighbor's house...waiting.
She'd seen them, the only one on the block to see that huge ship. No one spoke of it, no one in the tight little neighborhood had been awake.
Or perhaps, they slept in induced sleep, caused by them.
After the sighting came the calling.
Through dreams and echoing in her head to the point where she thought it madness.
But always, always quiet and urgent.
What would happen if she ignored the summons?
She hid. She kept away from windows at night, not wanting to see that big ship, not wanting for them to see her.
She refused to answer. She refused to allow them into her mind.
In dreams, they got her, but not for long.
Her mind refused to allow them control and she would awaken and force the thoughts from her mind.
Nights without sleep. Long summer nights of hiding.
Threats against her and her threats against them eventually must have worked.
The ship stopped hovering. Perhaps they had been seen by someone else. Perhaps they picked on someone more susceptible to their calls.
They are now only hauntings of her willful mind.
But, they are gone.