They had arrived here three weeks ago. Everyone thought it’d be temporary. That they’d be in and out in about a week, and they’d take the ship with them.

It had been too cold for anyone to leave the comfort of their homes for that first week. Those that did were able to catch a glimpse of the workers in red, and those odd machine’s they used to deconstruct this foreign vehicle.

They almost looked like they had hazmat suits on. And to be honest, they probably did. Smoke had risen from the ship for days, which dissipated in the air and gave it a brown hue. Who knew what it was. But it made everyone on edge, not knowing what it was.

The “Men in Red” as everyone now called them, were down at the crash sight from nine to seven everyday. Clipping off metal and pulling wires from the UFO, attempting to open the front hatch which was half-way sunk in snow.

A large whole was caved in at the side, thick wires and a black ooze dripped from it’s shattered metal. It was so surreal. The more they took pieces, the more the thing bled. Almost as if it was alive.

Someone had saw the object crash from the sky and alerted the government officials. They described it as “A meteor falling from space”, it was on fire. But when it hit the ground the thing was covered in a thick layer of ice and large dangling icesickles which threatened to fall and impale anyone under them.

Everyone thought it was a good idea. “Let the government handle it,” they said. “They’ll take care of it all.” And on any other instance it would’ve been. They’d take it back to whatever facility they saw fit and we’d never hear about it again. Talk of it would be dead.

But this time they didn’t take it. And these Men in Red came running down from the hills. With great urgency, in fact. They commanded everyone to leave and go home. That we were in “grave danger”.

No one stopped talking about it. It was all anyone talked about now. About who those Men in Red were, and why the government hadn’t let everyone back to the area. What were they doing?

It gave everyone a sense of dread. Afraid that they’d dig too far. That they’d mess with something they weren’t supposed to, and that’s we’d all die because it of it.

Oh how I wish they had listened. Maybe we could’ve stopped it. Withheld them from finding the compartment. Oh if only we’d have known how true those questions were. How much unknown foreshadowing we actually stated.

Perhaps innocent eyes would’ve been spared.