Wednesday, April 1, 2020

I know what happened to Alice Monroe

*Whatever Happened to Alice Monroe? is a work of fiction hosted by Verb Theatre's BLUE LIGHT
festival. To start from the beginning, go to www.verbtheatre.com/alicemonroestart *


Seems like all anyone wants to talk about lately is Alice Monroe. All these questions, all this wondering,
it's everywhere.

You wanna know what really happened to Alice Monroe? I’ll tell you. I’ve seen it before. House burned
down, victim disappears without a trace, no fire damage AT ALL to surrounding buildings? The answer is
so obvious, I can’t even believe I’m the first to mention it. Or maybe I’m not, and the others have all been
shut down… Perhaps I risk great personal danger to myself by bringing this up, but I watched Alice’s
vines with my friends all the time, and I feel I owe her this for the hours of joy and continual friendship
she brought us. Please, please screenshot this. I want it saved, in case I get vanished too. Here it is:


Alice Monroe was abducted by aliens.


Now to the layperson, I understand this sounds unrealistic, but to the informed, the initiated, the
in-the-knows? This is a classic case. See, the contained nature of the fire is no accident. It wasn’t set,
and it wasn’t an electrical issue. It’s the tractor beam. Think about it! The amount of energy required to
pull someone up into the air from their bed? Of course that’s enough heat to start a fire! Not to mention
it likely pulled some wiring out of place, possibly even warped or damaged the furnace in the
basement. Did you notice the roof was destroyed? They punch through it first with a kinetic blast to
make way for the abductee. 


How do I know all this? My stake in this is more than academic, it’s personal. My grandpappy was
abducted just the same way. Out of the blue, fire destroys his room and his room ONLY at the
retirement home, he vanishes. No trace, just gone… an old man, arthritic hips, requires a walker - he
didn’t run away to hitchhike to Mexico, that’s for sure. Here’s the kicker: we found him, TEN YEARS
later. We got a call from the police department in St Francisville, Louisiana (he disappeared from
Montana). He was found, naked, no belongings, covered in a strange rash, sleeping in THE CENTER
OF A CROP CIRCLE in a cotton farm. The farmer called it in. 


We took him home, cleaned him up. They must have wiped a lot of his memory, because all he could
tell us was that he remembered being lifted out of bed. He thought it had only been one day, but he
had lost a significant amount of weight and grown an impressive beard, so I know they don’t have (or
didn’t use) time travel. Even weirder, when the rash cleared up, it left a string of strange symbols on the
back of his left shoulder. I suspect this is the aliens’ numbering system, and how they kept track of
each prisoner. How many more are lost up there, waiting for their turn to be beamed back down? Why
did they let my Grandpappy go? Perhaps he was causing trouble, sabotaging the ship… he was always
feisty. Maybe we’ll never know for sure. 

I’ve made it my life’s work to learn the truth of what happened, and I’m as close to an expert as you’re
going to get. For my money? It’s time to stop looking for Alice Monroe on Earth. She’ll be lightyears
away by now.

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I know what happened to Alice Monroe

* Whatever Happened to Alice Monroe? is a work of fiction hosted by Verb Theatre's BLUE LIGHT festival. To start from the beginning, ...