Alien

I wasn't crazy.

I know what I saw. That night the way it moved unnaturally in the skies. It wasn’t from our world. Yet, no one believed me.

How could they? They don't know anything. This was just a small taste of the bigger picture. Everywhere they left signs from crop circles to the pyramids. They were out there. Somewhere in the vastness of space. They were out there. And I can prove it.

I looked into every sighting and anomaly. Not once did they show themselves to me.

Everywhere I went, this black car followed me. The black suits were after me now. Were they trying to stop me? To silence the truth?

I won’t let them do what they did to others like me.

I didn’t have to wait long for them to arrive. It was my turn to be disposed of along with the evidence.

A car pulled up on the driveway. The men in black stepped out and walked to the front door.

I waited at the door with a knife in hand. As they were about to ring the doorbell, I opened the door. In one quick motion I stabbed the man closest to me. The knife struck thin air.

The man’s stomach expanded into a circle around the weapon. He closed the gap absorbing it.

The men shove me inside my house. Their poor mimicry of a human face morphed into featureless ones.

“You see too much,” The right one hissed, “You cannot exist here.”

The left one manifested the same knife in its hands.

“You have to go.”