You, yes, you. Please stay until the end of this text. I swear I prepared this subject with love and dedication; you are not going to regret it. Honestly, this script is one in a lifetime experience, and you deserve to know it.
Last week, around 11:30 p.m. I got home from work and took a cold shower in my small bathroom with Breaking Bad curtains. After running 17 kilometers—in a mud trail—it is the best you can expect.
Without any complication, I finished my bath, took a towel, felt alive again, and went to the bedroom.
I get dressed in a cozy sweatshirt and a cotton pajama and went to the kitchen to take some food. The kitchen has a long window in front of the sink, allowing us to see everyone crossing and being on the street. Even though our house—I live with my brothers—is the highest in the neighborhood. We can not cover every sight on the road, so we built a massive garden in the back to do it. When you live in a dangerous place, that is the best thing to do.
As I sit down to write this story (7:00 a.m. Saturday morning), I am figuring out how to start this delicate subject because what you are next to read is real. It happened this week.
After finishing supper that night, I decided to go outside and stare at the stars. Five minutes later, an impressive light—you have seen nothing like this before—appeared in the night sky. You did not need to barely close your eyes to notice it. It was a large silver object without movement.
I spit the coffee to the sky so strong that I burned myself and had to change my clothes. My face was filled with awe, and I stayed motionless—like If I had been hit by lightning. My eyes were wide open, and my mouth even more. However, a second later, it had disappeared.
"What the heck was that? Was I dreaming?" I said, "I will check the cameras in case they caught something I did not." And I left the garden.
Later that day, after waiting 50 minutes for the laptop to download the video I wanted from the camera. (What I genuinely think was a UFO.) I sat at my red chair next to the other window facing the garden and opened the Windows Media Player. As a video editor, WMP is one of my daily tools. Therefore I hoped it worked adequately.
I can assure you that I could play previous videos. However, this time that does not work at all. I thought I could change the format—at that was it—it should start. But no. My laptop showed a low-battery sign. Although my charger was connected, and all of a sudden, my computer turned off.
I get out the camera's SD card, and it was on fire.
For the second time in one hour, I had burned my hands. But in the moment's emotion. I immediately ran to the garden to grab the camera's second memory. To my surprise, It was roasted like a chicken, too.
Nevertheless, everything I told you was not the best part of that night, I assure you. At midnight, something gigantic fell over the garden center—The exact same place where my chair used to exist. And that thing was a...
Wow, lie is pretty hard. I hope you liked it.
Onward...
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