It all started when we moved here 5 years ago. I was 10 at the time, and was pretty eager to make new friends. I was bullied back in Chicago, so a fresh start was awesome. The man that lived next door to us was named Peter Tyl. This was before he went all bonkers. He stepped onto his porch in a suit and tie, 45 at the time, with a clean stubble.

He said, "Hello!" and introduced us to his wife. I was bored. I don't remember much from after that.

Fast forward 5 years.

I was in my room with my girlfriend Samantha Collins and my best friend Scott Lafferty. We were playing Tecno Football together when Sam starts rubbing my leg. I remember saying something to her and she responded with, "I just want to cuddle..." and I say, "Later, babe, I promise." Scott kicked my ass twice in Tecno Football when I shouted a swear that's technically not aloud in my house.

Mom came in, kicked out my friends, and that was that.

She said something about being late for church, and Dad and I went over to Peter Tyl's house to clean it up. His family wants his shit gone since they put him in the looney house.

We opened the door and it smelled like he lived in a dumpster. There were boxes all over, bags of dirt on the ground that smelled like fertilizer, and some papers on the floor. I grabbed a bag of dirt and was confused. I asked Dad, "Why does he have all this fertilizer??" and Dad was like, "He didn't believe in plumbing." As soon as he said that, I dropped the bag.

Gross.

We decided to split up and look for clues. I responded with, " Ro-kay, Rag-gy!" He didn't get it. I opened up some boxes looking for any crap people would buy when I came across a chest with an emerald on the top. I opened it up and some alien toys fell out along with some crusty yellow papers.

I looked at one of the old papers and saw it was a journal entry. I looked at my watch to see how much time we had. Couple minutes. Enough time to read this stupid paper.

So I started reading it and it makes no sense.

Mr. Tyl writes in fragments of sentences, making it hard to decipher what the hell he means. I tried my best, though. So here is what I interpreted the page said.

"Today was an excellent day. I saw people come from the sky."

Poetic.

"The sky."

Huh?

The only full sentence that made sense from my point of view was...

"My lord, they have come for me. They know where I am. They will take over our society."

And I think we both know what he means by "they".