Nothing should have been different. I should have just gotten off the bus and gone home. I should have been greeted by a glance from my mom on the phone. I should have just gone to my room and listened to music. But that didn't happen today. No, today was different. I rode my bike home, mom wasn't there. Her car was, but she wasn't. An old VHS tape was on the table. It was titled 'Don't Trust The Arkilene'. There was a VCR in dad's office. I took the tape there.

It was a movie. It was about aliens. Tall, strong, four eyed, seven fingered, and six toed aliens. The Arkilene. Grandma was the main character. She looked so young, it's a pity that she died last year. Her last words were strange. "Don't trust The Arkilene" she said. I thought that last word wasn't said right. I was wrong, she said it perfectly. Just like the movie said it.

The movie itself would have scared any normal twelve year old out of their mind. But I'm not a normal twelve year old. My green eyes sparkled as I watched. Oh how I loved scary stuff. Bloody stuff. Dirty stuff. I thought back to my favorite movie. Completely forgetting about my missing mother.

'Dark Skies,' that's the name. The poor people in that movie. "Don't worry," I had told myself, "aliens aren't real." I still tell myself this now. After watching 'Don't Trust The Arkilene,' it was different this time though. I started seeing shadows. Figures that weren't there. Beck started barking, he never barks unless something is wrong. I got chills, turned around as quickly as possible. Fists raised, ready to fight.

"Rockie! Thank God!" We're non religious. "You're alright!" Dad was home, and he was now hugging me. I hugged him back.

"Yea, I'm fine." I'm scared. "Where is mom?" I'm never scared.

"I don't know, sweetie. She's missing, the cops are on her case." He coughs.

"They will find her-right?" I pulled out of the hug.

"I-" he sneezes and wipes his nose. "I think so."

"Just thinking isn't good enou-"

"I know so." I hate it when people interrupt me.

"Really?"

"Yes." He's lying. He doesn't know anything.

The phone rang, he answered it. "Hello? This is Rory Vein speaking." Vein, what a strange last name. "Really?" He put the phone on speaker. "Yea, we found her in the middle of a field about a mile away from y'all." The cop's country accent is very noticeable. "Stone cold dead, just lay'n there."

"I see..." Dad cleared his throat. "Thank you for telling us. Good bye now." He hung up. The cop's words rang in my head. 'My mom is stone cold dead.' I thought for the rest of the day.