Extraterrestrial

It was a late night in Texas, in the middle of June. I was in my late 20's and I lived alone. I made a good salary as journalist and lived in a one-bedroom apartment. I was spending the night alone, again. I wasn't the most attractive or outgoing so it was no surprise. I was almost asleep when there was a strange noise coming from the kitchen. Thinking it was a mouse or something I got up from the sofa and went to check it out. As I turned the corner there was a bright flash and a huge noise. The force of the light and noise knocked me onto my back. As I faded from consciousness I felt strange hands grab me.
When I came to I was laying on my back, my senses slowly returning to me. It was dark everywhere but I knew I couldn't be in my house. The air reeked of something foul and awful but there was something more, something I could barely identify, gnawing at the back of my skull. It was a noise, almost inaudible but definitely there. It was a buzzing. I could have dismissed it as the ringing in my ears if it weren't for something else. I could now hear footsteps. They were coming closer and I knew they were coming for me. As the sound grew louder my spine grew cold and my heart started racing. I tried to move but it was as if my arms and legs we're too heavy. Now I could hear voices along with the footsteps. As they came close to me I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then there was a bright light in my eyes. I couldn't see but I could make out two figures but something wasn't right about them. Their heads were too big. When my eyes had readjusted to the light I noticed I was on a table. Next to the table was a cart with sharp tools but they didn't look like any I had seen. When I looked at the figures before me my heart stopped. They had heads bigger than any normal person could have and their eyes were large and devoid of color except for their red pupils. Their bodies were tall and impossibly thin. Their skin except for their heads was shiny and reflective, almost metallic. When the creatures spoke their mouths didn't move and their eyes stayed locked on me. One of them moved to the cart of tools. As he reached for one that had a blade on it I noticed what made the smell. Along the walls of the room hung hundreds of bodies with holes cut directly in the center of their chests and each with different limbs removed and replaced. There were bodies with hands for feet or multiple legs for arms. The holes were dark and hollow as if the light was disappearing in them. The creature returned from the cart with what looked like a scalpel but instead of a singular blade their appeared to be a circular cookie cutter on the end. As the creatures approached I heard a word I recognized "Soul". I screamed as they plunged the tool deep into my chest and I felt the most unbearable pain.
I woke up screaming in my chair. Must have been a bad dream. Family Guy was on and the clock read 3 in the morning. I needed to go to the bathroom even though I felt silly for thinking I should check. As lifted my shirt in the mirror I stopped. There was a circular scar.
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