“The original book cover of the Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? a Science-Fiction by Philip k. Dick inspired me to write Fleece. The theme for this story was the word ‘abattoir’, and this sheep simply inspired me.”
Lolly quickly took her notebook and recorder, engulfed a piece of coconut bun, sipped a mug of tea, before rushing till her car to drive for about three hours till the next town found on the other island. She was already very late, and she didn’t like crossing the bridge on these moonless and starless nights, for all of that dark and wide space that surrounded this lighted passageway summoned terrible anxieties within her… for she knew that this horrible gigantic creature of the night eyed at all passers-by.
Lolly was a successful worldwide blogger who wrote articles in the form of journal entries about the private investigations she carried out about everything deemed as being paranormal; she was also the author of two best sellers — Dancing With Ghosts and Fiona The Sad Spirit. Having herself witnessed and experienced many strange phenomena since she was a child, Lolly decided to become a private investigator who published her findings on her blog Uncanny World.
Recently, while she was investigating on site about a talking bird that the inhabitants of SD Town witnessed, she met Ranpal, a burgeoning mystic who often filmed the supernatural phenomena he was drawn to, and both decided to team up so as to investigate on the various paranormal activities that people informed them about. Lolly mainly interrogated witnesses, wrote and published, took photos, while Ranpal examined the area or subject that was under their loop, did the necessary research, and filmed and edited the videos to accompany Lolly’s blogposts.
Thus on that day Lolly was going to the small village of Ini so as to investigate on a series of slaughtering that took place after that domestic and reared woolly animals strangely disappeared from their shelter at night. The day before Oley called Lolly for help as soon as she noticed that her cuddle pet that slept on her bed strangely disappeared in the middle of the night. The disappearance of her sheep Woolley affected her so badly that at the end of the line she wailed and screamed, seemed confused and was worried sick… there was so much heartache in her voice that Lolly decided to help her right away.
“Your hair looks like Woolley. Can I touch?” Oley asked Lolly as soon as she opened her door.
Not at all estranged by the situation Lolly said yes.
“Yes… your hair is sheepskin, wool and fleece… curly black fleece… just like my friendly bud Woolley… you need to find her Lolly… please, find her,” Oley said as she achingly sobbed.
“I will,” Lolly said, intrigued by all these strange disappearances.
“You will never guess what happened last year in this little village, Lolly,” Ranpal said enthusiastically.
“No… I am unable to play the guess game right now… I am way too touched… that girl is an emotional wreck,” Lolly sighed.
“Well, in the local journal archives I read that a small meteorite fell around here… and the man that found the rock speculated insanely about this event, and I thought that it would be a good idea to go visit the guy.”
“Let’s take my car, and while I drive you’ll continue the story,” Lolly said.
“The guy’s name is Ulder, and one night while walking his dog Ully, strangely a poodle, a rock of the size of a fist fell from the sky right in front of him. The next day he told everyone what he discovered, but nobody took him seriously. Only a local newspaper covered the story, partly, and while they interviewed him three weeks later, it seemed, as detailed by the newspaper, that he was another man, and that he seemed tensed and paranoid every time his dog ran in the room… he insanely said that it was spying on them, that a parasite came with that rock, and professed that we were all doomed. And you know what? They wrote the article as if it was a humorous speculative fiction.”
“Well, very interesting find, I’ve never worked on alien things, only on ghost-like things… spectral and ectoplasmic, untouchable and translucent. It’s a little village, and everyone knows everything about everyone, and are even perhaps very close to each other… so I guess that they lightened the story so as to make the guy seem less crazy.”
The front yard of Ulder’s house was in a very neglected state, as if nobody lived there anymore. The front door was not locked, and inside it did not smell of roses. On the table lay notes filled of nonsensical scribbles and newspapers from other parts of the world, all opened on the miscellaneous section with the same date that this meteorite fell down from the sky. On one of the newspapers Lolly and Ranpal read an article about people that witnessed a bright flare in the sky, on another one speculator talked about the explosion of a secret space lab, and the last one they read talked about an unknown organism that could have been released during the explosion of that space laboratory.
“Of course, this is all speculation… made up stories from insane minds… denial upon no proof,” Ranpal said.
“That’s why we are the fact-finding committee who tries to shed light on these shady issues, though we are much more incline towards what’s paranormal, I guess we could also help lift the veil upon these conspiracy theories.”
Suddenly a panicked black sheep ran inside the room, followed by a hysterical man with a saw. Immediately Lolly gently caught the frightened sheep, Ranpal took out his electroshock weapon and shot an electric charge on the man’s arm. He fell down, and Ranpal instantly took his saw and threw it away.
“No…” the man said painfully, “don’t touch that sheep… don’t touch it… your hair… your tuft curled woolen short hair…”
“Who are you? Are you Ulder? Are you the one that slaughters all of these innocent animals? Are you crazily insane or what?” Ranpal asked calmly.
“Yes, I am Ulder… I killed all of these animals so as to protect us all… they were all infected by something that only lives on living things that have tuft curled woolen coat or hair… it’s the first time that it will inhabit a human hair… I don’t know what it will do… we can’t let it leave the village.”
“I have already called the cops, Ranpal. Our work here is over. Just lock him up in the other room. We need to return the sheep, and then I have to write, and then you have to edit the film,” Lolly said as she walked the sheep till the car.
“Look! Have you seen that? She is not the same anymore… this is not your friend… it’s that thing… listen to me, there is another meteorite that fell from the sky that same day… this, is a she, because she only takes on females, so, there is a possibility that the other one that fell is a male… and if they mate, we are all doomed. They feed on iron things, but also on human and animal blood.”
“Surely we will find a right explanation for all that you claim… and know that my friend is not anybody else… she is Lolly, she is tough, she fought a demonic entity so as to set herself free from its possession… so don’t think that an alien species bred on a space lab can make her cower, nor make her lose her mind… she’ll fight till her last breath, she’ll fight that thing with all her might.”
Lolly stopped the car on the well lit bridge and stared for a long time at the void.
“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. An interesting quote by the philosophical man called Nietzsche… what do you think about that miss?” Asked the man who suddenly appeared from nowhere, and who strangely had the same type of hair as Lolly.
She smiled, and said, “I do think that the man was right, because from his point of view it seems that we are all puppets on a string that are unable to think from the bottom of our heart.”
“Yes. Little houses and hosts and strings.”
“Tell me, do you like coconut buns and tea?”
He strangely and confusedly stared at Lolly, trying to discern the depth of her eyes.
But Lolly immediately said, “O! Let me rephrase my question. Would you like a glass of thick red wine and a piece of juicy raw meat? And I’ll also invite a dear friend of mine.”
He nodded with a satirical smirk on his face, knowingly that they were both going to eat the world.
And Lolly smiled on the inside, knowingly that she was going to give to her readers one of her best articles.