Ira fell in step with the group as they trickled out of Studio 17, strolling towards the next. Once inside, he closed his eyes, and abruptly, the unrelenting voice in his head changed from unintelligible whispering to Orson Welles’ characteristic narration of the 1938 broadcast. Gradually, he opened his eyes and he was alone, except…
He screamed. A glowing, pulsating, figure was barreling down on him. Ira spun around and rushed to the door… locked! He kicked at the metal door as the creature engulfed him…
He opened his eyes. He was on stage.
“Mr. Welles, we’re live in 5…4…3…2…1…”
Word Count: 100
Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
The preceding story was based partly on Orson Welles’ 1938 broadcast of H.G. Well’s 1898 novel, “War of the Worlds”.