DATE: MARCH 10TH/11TH, 2015
Spenst gasped loudly, jolting awake. Wait... Awake?.. Was he alive? Were the events that occurred at the lake all just part of a horrible nightmare? A quick observation of his surroundings shook that notion from his head. He was not home in his bed. No, certainly not. It appeared to be a capsule of some sort. Try as the alien might, he could not get it open in order to further explore his new surroundings. He also found himself unable to simply phase out of this strange prison.
That wasn't the only strange thing about the situation, though. The Ectonurite took a moment to regard his clothes. They consisted of a large, loose white nightshirt and white old-fashioned nightcap. These weren't his normal clothes, and he was certain that he didn't own any clothes like this. Why was he wearing these clothes? Did someone take his old clothes and put these on him while he was out? Spenst shuddered. That wasn't a pleasant thought.
Was he really dead, then? Was this really the afterlife? The specter didn't want to believe it. If this was the afterlife, was he really going to have to spend it alone in this pod? This was definitely more like Hell than Heaven! What did he do to warrant an afterlife in Hell?! Desperate, the alien banged on the door to the pod, calling out to anyone, anyone who might hear him.
"Hello?! Can someone let me out of here?! Please let me out of here!"