The Encounter Blog interview with Etta Castle Teague HL: Having all of this knowledge must have made you pretty level-headed. I honestly can’t image you having ever been afraid of anything, especially since you’re so willing to go toe to toe with an alien entity that has no true mass of its own. ECT: Oh, I’ve been pretty scared in my life. I, like any other person, had my fair share of nightmares growing up. It was only on occasion that they hit so hard that I would wake up either having wet myself or, being fueled with enough fear, that I would sneak into Mr. Albert’s bedroom, and ball up under the covers right at the foot of his bed. Sometimes it was both the wetting and the running. Having knowledge didn’t always take the edge off, you know? I was still terrified like any other person would have been. HL: You seem pretty relaxed now. How’d you overcome your fears? ECT: One night Mr. Albert caught me getting into his bed. At first he looked annoyed, but then he was compassionate. After getting me washed up and changed he told me that fear is a wicked enemy that we all have to face. If we can’t overcome it then we’d better learn to dance with it.
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His body felt suspended, hovering within a tangent of weight and weightlessness. A strange, yet terrible euphoria washed over Clive with a rocking motion akin to waves against the shoreline. He had no control over his body, no control over his thoughts.
His thoughts. Some of them were so pleasant that his soul laughed, others were so terrifying that he wanted to cry out. He had buried down the few scattered memories he had as a child, tried to drown them with alcohol, the ones about Them, the ones about his abduction. The memories were so vague, but the feelings that had stayed rooted deep within him screamed and seared his being as if they were fresh.