Hey Mom, there's some-thing in the back-room. Hope it's not the crea-tures from a-bove. You used to read me sto-ries as if my dreams were bor-ing. We all know con-spir-a-cies are dumb. What if peo-ple knew that these were re-al? I'd leave my clos-et door o-pen all night. I know the C. I. A. would say what you hear is all hear-say. I wish some-one would tell me what was right. Up all night- long, and there's some-thing ver-y- wrong. And- I know it must be late. Been gone since yes-ter-day. I'm not like you guys. I'm not like- you. I am still the skep-tic, yes, you know me. Been best friends and will be till we die. I got an in-jec-tion of fear from the ab-duc-tion. My best friend thinks I'm just tell-ing lies. Al-right. Up all night- long, and there's some-thing ver-y- wrong. And- I know it must be late. Been gone since yes-ter-day. I'm not like you guys. I'm not like- you. Dark and scar-y, or-di-nar-y, ex-pla-na-tion, in-for-ma--tion. Nice to know ya, par-a-noi-a. Where's my moth-er, bi-o fa--ther? Up all night- long, and there's some-thing ver-y- wrong. And- I know it must be late. Been gone since yes-ter-day. I'm not like you guys. Twelve ma-jes-tic lies.