Audience: teenage fans of science fiction.

Looking up, once again the clock began to tock, "Tick-tock, tick-tock." Tilting her head to one side she heard the cars out on the highway. Finally the rain was falling down, heavier and heavier.
Sally looked down at her hands and she was forced to scrunch her face up in disgust. Covering them was a sick, sticky, sloppy mass of green slime. And down on the gourn was…
A bright flash of light seemed to explode from inside her head and once again she was sitting in her red velvet arm-chair. Open on her lap was a classic mystery novel and a roaring fire sat in the fireplace. Outside the rain poured into the darkness, with lighting booming across the country side every few minutes, startling the black cat who seemed strangely anxious.
There was a knocking at the door startling the cat along with the mouse being stalked. Sally stood up, laughing at the game of cat and mouse occurring in her living room. Half way to the door another knocking came, this time more urgent, louder. Sally quickened her pace and rushed to open the door though she knew not who it could be be.
"Arrrgh!" There, standing before Sally, was a little green slimey creature. The creature took a step forward causing Sally to release yet another blood-curdling scream. Then the form stood straighter and let out a sound which almost seemed like a retalitory scream, "Grahrrel!"
Sally froze for a second before turning on her heel and bolting toward the stairs, glancing in the living room as she went. She hurtled into the floor at the bottom of the stairs. There, on the floor the cat stood, mouse hanging from its mouth, one foot above the floor, perfectly still.
"Oh my gosh!" Out of the corner of her eye stood the Thing next to the clock, removing its arm from the bottom, the pendulem hanging mid-swing.
Sally forced herself onto her feet and up the stairs and into the guest bedroom where she knew the anceint swords lay. She grabbed them both from the wall, throwing one under the bed and slamming the door.
She jumped into the closet, pulling the door shut, and sunk to the corner. She sat and listened but all she could her was her breathing as the world sat in an eerie silence.
Then a dripping sound could be heard from the hall, getting closer and closer. The bedroom door opened with a creak and the dripping sound began to move towards the closet. Sally's hands tightened around the sword and she raised it, ready to use if she needed to.
In a flourish the door was opened. Sally jabbed the sword up and into the abdomen of the green creature. Staggering back it let out a horrific scream.
Sally dodged out and headed downstairs. She ran to the front door but it was locked. "Where's the key?"
She ran back to the library where the cat still stood, frozen in time. It was like the world had stopped. Then, at the doorway, there it stood. Pausing for just a second it lept forward, about to attack her. Sally hit it where she had injured it just a couple of minutes earlier … or had no time had passed…?
Down it fell with a thud.
Looking up once again, Sally heard the grandfather clock begin to tock, "Tick-tock, tick-tock." There, in the distance the cars would be heard speeding down the highway. The rain once again began to fall, first lightly, then heavier until a regular drum was pounding on the roof upstairs. A flash of lightning hit a tree nearby and the cat let out a howl, dropping the mouse held in her teeth.
Her eyes moved down to her hands, covered in a slimey goo. She scrunched her eyes and nose up and stared at the creature lying on the ground, huge eyes staring up at the ceiling.
There, before her, was proof of their existance. It was true, there really were aliens.