The Freezing Cold Night

10:21 pm
"Night-night, little one," I heard my wife say to our only child, our baby son, as I turned on my radio. All though I consider myself pretty tech savvy with my galaxy smart phone, I think that having and using old technology is important to appreciating the technology we have today. The radio slowly woke up, then, due to the fact that the radio was only producing static I turned the wooden knob slightly to the left. This action cause the radio to start spewing slightly static infused words from its speakers "*static* It has been *static* reported that *static* aliens have landed *static*," suddenly the reporter is turned completely into static as I hear three knocks on the door. Turning the radio off I walked over to the entrance to the house. I started thinking to myself during this small walk, 'Why are they doing another dramatic reading of War of the Worlds? Don't they remember what happened last time someone did that?'
Opening the door I saw a family of four, two parents, a son, and a daughter, all freezing in the coldest night on record for Rhode Island. Just then my wife calls down,
"Who is it honey?"
Responding to her question honestly I answer, "I don't know honey."
"S-s-sir?" The cold mother tried and failed to get my full attention.
"Ok, do what you want, but I am going to bed," She said.
"Ok," I called back.
"S-s-sir-r-r, c-c-could-d-d w-we c-c-come in-n?" The freezing mother said finally getting my full attention.
"Yes, yes, please do come in," I said in a hurried voice to get them inside as quick as possible, before they froze to death. As they started to file into my warm house I offered, "Would you like a warm beverage, like hot chocolate?" Closing the door I looked at the mother's face, the expression registered as confusion with me. Even though the expression hung there on her face like a deer in headlights, I looked at her expectantly. The expression must have been enough to convince her because she responded,
"S-sure" I walked toward the kitchen as the family laid down on the couches. I pulled out a pot, placed it under the facet, and continued to fill it about half way. Then turning the electric stove on, I placed the pot on the stove. I then started to walk towards the stairs thinking, a watched pot never boils, so why not kill time in the meantime. I then climbed up the stairs quietly, trying to disturb neither the baby, nor my wife. Then as I reach my wife and mines bedroom door, slowly opening the door and creeping toward the dresser, watching my wife at the same time to see that see doesn't wake. Opening the top dresser drawer, I pulled out four blankets. I carried them toward the stairs, careful not to trip while going down them. I reached the bottom and distributed them to each of the freezing people crashed on the couch.
"Th-th-thank you," turning to see where the weak response came from, I saw the daughter look at me. Walk back to the kitchen to gather the rest of the supplies need for the hot co-co, I thought, thank God that the daughter spoke, I was beginning to think that the mother was the only one who spoke English. I walked over to the cupboards and proceed to pull out four cups, clasping two of them in each hand. Turning around, I almost tripped over our cat Almond. I cursed under my breath at my brown, furry friend as I walk across the kitchen to grab the packets for the hot chocolate. I placed the mugs on the counter, so that I could stand on tip-toe to grab the co-co mix. Then ripped the packets open releasing a fine powder into the air. Then turning around I saw that the pot was about to boil over, I left the packets of powder on the counter and grabbed the mugs. I plunged the first mug into the steaming water, barely holding on to the handle. I repeated this three more time almost burning my hand off each time. Then after wrapping the cups in paper towel I brought the cups over to the packets. Then with the steam rolling off the tops of the mugs I dumped the packets of hot chocolate mix in. Then I grabbed four black coffee stirrers from a cup that sat near the coffee maker. As I was stirring the cups I realized how stupid I was not using the coffee maker to heat the water. I grab a tray from the drying rack, wipe it with a dry rag to clean up any access water and then place the cups of hot chocolate on it. Then as I turned around with the tray I realized I forgot to turn off the stove. So instead of walking to the guest and back to the kitchen again, I, instead, twisted the knob to off while balancing the tray in the other hand. As I turned around I again almost tripped over the cat, which almost made me drop the tray, which was still in one hand. "Thank god I was waiter before, and dang that cat seems to appear from nothing," I muttered under my breath. Then grabbing the tray with two hands started to walk over to the couches, all the while keeping my eyes on Almond. As I walked over to my guests I thought, 'I am going to bed after giving these drinks to them and making sure they are comfortable.' Arriving at the couches I said, "Here you go."
"Thank you, y'all are really nice people, we w're told to go away by e'eryone else," the father said through a thick southern drawl.
"You are welcome," I replied. Then looking at my tray I noticed that I still had one hot co-co and realized that it was for the daughter. So I asked, "Where is your daughter?"
"She is in the bath room," the mother replied.
"Ok, well as long as you guys are comfortable I am going to head to bed," I told them.
"We are good," The mother said. So with that I head upstairs to bed. Putting on an old pair of blue shorts and an old grey shirt I climbed into bed. My brain was unusually silent. As I was about to fall into sweet, sweet sleep my brain thought three things, one, I didn't ask their names, two, I did not tell them were the bathroom was, three, Almond died two years ago. I reconciled these with two thoughts, I will ask them tomorrow and it wouldn't have been to hard too find. Thought I did not have a response to the last one it did not prevent me from falling in to the abyss of sleep.

2:21 am
I hear the baby monitor go off. I lay in bed for a few minutes as it goes off not wanting to disturb the cat that was lying at my feet. Then, just as I was about to get up, the crying stopped. I turned my head, trying, again, not to disturb the cat, to see if my wife was still there. She was. Writing it off as our baby maturing, I drifted back to sleep.

11:13 am
I wake up to the sun filtering into the room; I turn over to see the clock. Seeing that it says my normal wake up time; I look around for my wife. I find that she is sitting in a chair petting Almond. She seems to think nothing of it. So I ask her,
"Didn't Almond die two years ago?"
She replies with a resounding, "No."
"Ok, then," I reply. After my response I feel outside memories trying to flood my brain. I then realize that I must be the only one who realizes what the aliens are doing here other then them. I decided that I had to try to stop the aliens before they possessed my wife. I figured that they had to possess things by touch. They blanket had cat hair on it, and they probably touch the baby. To confirm this I cracked the door to my room open a bit and looked down the hall. The door to the baby's room was open.
"Honey what are you doing?" She asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, just stay away from the guests," I said realizing that she would not understand.
"What do you mean?" She continued.
Not having the time to deal with this I said, "No time to explain." I then raced out of the room no plan in mind. The cat sprung out of my wife's hands racing me to the stairs, which spurred my wife to follow it. Luckily I beat both of them to the stairs. I raced down the stairs. Then when I was downstairs I approached the father and stopped. This caused my wife to almost tackle me and the cat to race by.
"Get out," I yelled at the father as I pointed to the door.
"Honey, what are you doing," my wife cried out from behind me.
"Saving us," I replied. Then the father laughed and said,
"Looks like you are too late." Then I saw a blinding white flash from behind me. Knowing that they got my wife, I decided that there was only one thing for me to do, run. I started to sprint, but the father soon caught up to me and tackled me.
"Nice try," he said as there was a blinding white light and the world faded to black.