I decided to take a short cut through Zane's neighbor's yard, I finally reached his property that bared his farm and a rustic barn. The log cabin styled house was modest, but looked cozy. It had a front porch which had a lantern and a wicker glider. I knocked, anxious to collect my money. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited, it seemed like ages, no one answered, some faint bass music could be heard playing. I noticed the door was open to my surprise, I pulled it and it clicked open, I peaked my head in. Thick dust permanently settled on the living room furniture which was made up of an older tube television that sat on the wooden floor, that was covered by a faded, red rug, a gray love seat, and a tiny coffee table. I heard earthy, music that sounded almost like the singer was in serious agony. I cringed as I crept further into the kitchen. The black tiled floor was dirty and the dishes were overloading the poor sink. A window created a ray of light that landed on the porcelain dining table that only had two stools. There was a closet door was open and I couldn't help, but glance inside.
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Aliens ✔️
Science FictionSure, extraterrestrials are real, but most rumors about them are false. The fact that they live in another planet or solar system is a myth. I , Cloe Walters, have damning evidence that they live among us.
