YUKON NEWS COLUMN — ALIENS
I saw my alien shortly before I was thirteen.
Home alone that night, I was a lonely, troubled kid, primed for a little eerie magic, and I got it.
I walked into my bedroom and the alien was staring at me through the window — a classic — big-eyes, small-nose, domed forehead, a bizarre brown-green skin/fur/hide.
Those enormous, deep-dark eyes pinned me to the door like a butterfly in a collector’s case, paralysed with fright for what seemed hours. …