Their Midnight Agenda {✔}

Chapter 3

When I got home from school, the first thing I did was go to my room. Call it paranoia, as I hadn't uncovered any solid proof of what was going on, but I didn't trust those not-Terrys and not-Moms. I wasn't going to interact with them until I had to. I opened my laptop and began searching. Thousands of results, of queries, theories, hits. And maybe a few of them would be an answer. The closest I got were results for sudden personality changes were dementia and traumatic stress disorder, but I quickly ruled it out. All the stuff I found wouldn't explain why they suddenly lacked emotion, why they acted like I was a passing visitor, an acquaintance, not someone that they had raised, that they had been with my whole life.

Abruptly, I remembered the thread about aliens. I went to my browser history and revisited the page. More people had added on to the Facebook thread, describing more strange happenings they attributed to aliens. One post read, "A few days ago, my wife started acting strangely. She wouldn't look me in the eye often, and when she did, it was with these cold, inhuman eyes. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she never gave a good answer. It wasn't that she didn't know, but just that she didn't care enough to tell me. Suddenly, she acted as if I was just here one day and gone the next. I just want my wife back. This isn't her. Her behavior is completely alien". This is exactly what I was saying, experiencing. And more people came forward with their stories of people being switched replaced, behaving unlike themselves. Their locations were all within around 10 miles of me. I racked my brains to find the binding thread that all out locations had in common. Then it came to me. Area 51. We all lived near the Area 51 base and research center... a research center focused on space and aliens!

It couldn't be... but my suspicions were confirmed. All the signs added up, but I refused to believe I was in the middle of an alien invasion. I went to bed unclear of what to do next.