Bethany 
Ilkley Moor – Two Weeks Later
Philip Spencer sat in his dimly lit cottage, poring over sketches he had drawn of the green-skinned beings, The hypnotic regression sessions had brought more than just mere memories. They had awakened a feeling of hum, pull, and something in the moor was calling him back. Something in the moor was drawing him in.
The moor had not been quiet since the incident. Locals whispered about flickering lights in the sky, strange animal behavior, and odd electrical disturbances. A group of amateur radio operators even claimed to have intercepted a repeating frequency just outside normal bandwidth, like a coded message that was reused to be ignored…
Driven by a need to understand, Philip contacted Dr. Eliza Hargreaves, a UFO researcher from Leeds. Unlike other people who had made fun of him, Eliza listened to him with scientific patience. In her dimly lit study, siting on the table, she said “They didn’t erase everything,” she said after reviewing his hypnosis tapes. “That’s intentional. They want you to remember..just enough.”
The night on the moor, Philip and Eliza both ventured onto to moor with a spectrum analyzer. Hoping to find some clue in the drawing sense that Philip felt. They carried with them an old Geiger counter and a thermal camera. The mist rolled in again-thicker this time and unusually warm.
The Geiger counter clicked rapidly on the site of Moor.
“Radiation spike,” Eliza whispered. “Localized.”
Moments later, a sudden vibration passed through the earth beneath their feet. A deep, bass-like rumble followed—so low it felt like it bypassed their ears and sank straight into their bones.
A stone monolith, one neither of them had noticed before, began to glow faintly beneath the moss and lichen. Lines of light traced alien symbols across its face—glyphs that matched the ones Philip had scrawled in his post-hypnotic dreams.
Then they heard it: a voice—not out loud, but in their heads.
“Return what was given. The test is not yet over.”
Philip collapsed, clutching his temples. In his mind’s eye, images flashed: Earth’s oceans boiling, vast cities abandoned, and a starship silently orbiting the moon.
He came to seconds later, Eliza frantically trying to rouse him.
“What did you see?” she asked.
He hesitated. “They’re watching. And… they’re not the only ones.”
Elsewhere – Unknown Coordinates
A being watched multiple holographic feeds flickering in the air: Ilkley Moor, Philip Spencer, Eliza Hargreaves. Another presence entered the chamber—taller, sleeker, eyes glowing blue.
“It has begun,” the first said in a clicking dialect.
The taller one responded, “Then Earth must remember what it forgot.”
To be continued…
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