Likeable Alien Tales

By C. D. Moulton

Three taleswhere the aliens weren't the bad guys
Subliminal Paths
Things are not always what they appear. Subtle things we don't recognize can be the difference.

The Secret of Mud Lake
What was the secret of Mud Lake? That there was a prehistoric monster there was ludicrous, but this was the seventh year in a row where someone ended up dead in that lake. Why? Almost no one went there.
Professor Knight was determined to learn the secret of mud lake.
Would there be more bodies before anyone learned? Would Knight learn the secret – the hard way?

That's Kind of Weird
Tom Statler was just going for a hike in the mountains  He would like a bit of adventure, but was more wanting to relax and think about what he wanted to do and what he had done.
Face it  He had no idea of why he was out here, but was more than happy to be.
It was nothing like he expected. All he knew was from books.
He damned well hadn't learned any of this from a book

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. D. Moulton
• Release date: Nov 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215339893

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Likeable Aliens Tales

three stories

© 2022 by C. D. Moulton

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual persons or events are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated.

Subliminal Paths

Things are not always what they appear. Subtle things we don’t recognize can be the difference.

The Secret of Mud Lake

What was the secret of Mud Lake? That there was a prehistoric monster there was ludicrous, but this was the seventh year in a row where someone ended up dead in that lake. Why? Almost no one went there.

Professor Knight was determined to learn the secret of mud lake.

Would there be more bodies before anyone learned? Would Knight learn the secret – the hard way?

That’s Kind of Weird

Tom Statler was just going for a hike in the mountains! He would like a bit of adventure, but was more wanting to relax and think about what he wanted to do and what he had done.

Face it! He had no idea of why he was out here, but was more than happy to be. It was nothing like he expected. All he knew was from books.

He damned well hadn’t learned any of this from a book!

Contents

About the author

Subliminal Paths

The Secret of Mud Lake

An E-mail

Clifton, Indiana

On to Mud Lake

The Lake

A Few Facts

Communication

What a Night!

A Little Help From My Friends

That’s Kind of Weird

Enough Boredom, Already!

Jungled Up

Mountain High

Up Around the Bend

As it was Meant to Be

About the author

CD Moulton has traveled extensively over much of the world both in the music business, where he was a rock guitarist, songwriter and arranger and in an import/export business. He has been everything from a bar owner to auto salvage (junkyard) manager, longshoreman to high steel worker, orchid grower to landscaper, tropical fish farmer to commercial fisherman. He started writing books in 1983 and has published more than 250 books as of January 1, 2015. His most popular books to date are about research with orchids, though much of his science fiction and fantasy work has proven popular. He wrote the CD Grimes, PI series and the Det. Nick Storie series, Clint Faraday series and many other works.

He now resides in Gualaca, Chiriqui,, Panamá, where he writes  books, plays music with friends, does research with orchids and medicinal plants – and pursues his favorite ways to spend his time: beach bum and roaming the mountain jungles doing his botanical research. He has lately become involved in fighting for the rights of the indigenous people, who are among his closest friends, and in fighting the extreme corruption in the courts and police in Panamá.

He offers the free e-book, Fading Paradise, that explains what he has been through because of the corruption.

CD is the discoverer of the Chadam Protocol for curing cancer.

Facebook page Ambrosia peruviana for cancer.

Subliminal Paths

From Serendipitous Science Fiction and Such Strangenesses

When I consider the possible paths I could have followed on that night I wonder if there is that thing in fate which remains inalterable by any actions of mere mortals.

Is our fate fixed and unchangeable? Is there no one thing the individual can do to prevent or even to modify those things that determine the course of his own life?

Norman Cartwright faced me in the failing light of a pleasant day on the street of Strumpleville, Maine, with the proposition. He, as were all in this area, was well aware that I am of the psychological bent where I cannot pass a dare.

I always was one who would denigrate the idea of the supernatural or of those evil influences some declare to be posed through beings of some dark place. I have always found that the evil is in each of us and needs no outside power to entangle a person in dire straits.

I cannot say if it was evil in me or Norman Cartwright then or if it was a fate cast at the birth of time itself, but – well, a dare is a dare.

Norman had just inherited various strange little plots of land in widely separated parts of this and adjoining states from his famous uncle, Arom Tecumseh Cartwright. He hardly knew the man, but he was the only one in that branch of the family to survive so was now a landowner like it or not.

My dare was because, as you have probably heard, A. T. Cartwright was known best for his obsession with the supernatural. These little places were points where there was a mystery he could not solve in his lifetime. He had spent literally millions of dollars on these things.

There is a little place just a bit more than a hundred miles from here, Norman had said. "There's supposed to be a ghost or some such thing there and no one has ever spent more than one night there and remained sane.

I know your penchant for little questions so thought perhaps you would like to spend the coming weekend there to solve the mystery of Rockhaven Manse.

I have plans for this weekend, I replied into his leering face (I never much cared for him).

Well, there's always the following, what? he said with a sneer. Of course, if you're afraid...? he let the sentence sort of fade out there.

Of what? Stories? I asked equaling his sneer. In case you haven't noticed it is the tradition to offer some great reward to convince us mystery breakers.

The estate is four hundred acres with a private lake and a house, the Manse, which is comprised of thirty two fully furnished rooms, he said, then shocked me by adding, If you stay there three days and nights it's yours!

What!? I couldn't help exclaiming.

I can't possibly afford the taxes on all of that property, he said seriously. "I'll offer most of them in this manner to people who enjoy mysteries and who picture themselves as being practical, logical and fearless.

"If you win the place you can pay the taxes – about two thousand dollars a year with one year due. Owing to the location you can see that is about four cents on the dollar in its value – not including a half million dollar house!

I have little doubt I'll find someone anxious to lay their hands on that parcel!

I'll cancel my outing this weekend to win my little castle, I said carelessly. "As soon as my attorneys have all this in the form of a legal document, of course.

It's not that I don't trust you, but business is business!

He again surprised me by accepting the deal.

*

Rockhaven Manse, as I first saw it, seemed almost normal. It was, as the name would suggest, made of massive stones and was not unlike those Scottish castles one is apt to find in the travel brochures. It had towers and spires, a moat, a large iron gate across a monstrous cave of an entrance – over a drawbridge!

Norman had explained that the bridge was raised and lowered by a gasoline engine in a small shed to one side of the moat. It was the same engine which would raise the massive iron gate.

I started the little engine with little trouble. It was in excellent repair, which somewhat surprised me.

It seems that Arom would come to the estate in the daytime, but would refuse to spend the night in the place. I had read his book, Exposing the Extrasensory Fraud, in which he claimed all such phenomena were staged in one manner or another – yet I had also read the letter to Norman that came with the will. That missive stated flatly that Arom had believed Rockhaven Manse to be the only spot on Earth