Chapter 3: Panic

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I run over to a nearby living room window and open the blinds. What I see is terrifying. My house was being ripped from its foundation! Not gradually, like piece by piece. Nope! Literally being pulled into the sky by some unknown force! I run back upstairs to throw some normal clothes on and grab my phone, then I head back to the living room. I open my front door and discover that my house is about ten feet off of the ground and was steadily getting higher and higher. Against my better judgment, I take a leap of faith and land in what was left of my front yard.

After impact, I look up in horror as my home is lifted into the sky, fresh dirt still falling off of it. It was almost like it was being raised on a tractor beam. I look around for someone to call on for help, and to my surprise, I see more houses being abducted. They weren't houses I recognized, though. My gaze shifted to the yards of the houses and I found more scared and confused people. I scramble to my feet and attempt to hone my vision in on the distant figures. They seem to be really familiar.

Could they be who I think they are?

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