Delalien

As it fell, the machine stopped recording.

“Did you get the shot?!” The director, Benjamin Horford shrieked. The keys from the keyboards scattered like teeth pucnhed out of a mouth.

“Goddamnit. did we get the shot?!” Horford barked.

The being, ghoul, whatever the hell it was toppled over the computer and took to the sky again.

“If we don’t have proof of the sighting…wait, Stoutman, what the hell are you doing?”

“The alien decided to come to Delaware and I captured it on film.”

Horford shook Stoutman’s hand and smiled. Then he looked at the monitor. The screen was blank.