I don't believe in aliens. I don't. I really, really don't.
But something strange happened to me last night. It's the traditional story really, driving alone at night, suddenly it's morning, you're still driving and you've moved by about 20 feet. My friends think I was abducted. I know I wasn't. Because aliens don't exist. And it's silly to think that they do. There must be a rational explanation for what happened. There has to be.

I’m watching TV right now, The X-Files to be exact. Weird coincidence, huh? Scully’s talking about rational explanations. You tell ‘em, Scully! Unfortunately, Scully’s usually wrong. Oh well, it’s only TV. Right? There is no such thing as alien abductions. No such thing. No. Such. Thing. But still, what if- “Oh, shut up.” I tell myself. I’m just being paranoid. There are plenty of other explanations. Right? Scully, help me out here! Amnesia, she’s saying, something about amnesia. That could be it! I could’ve driven round in a big circle so I was right back where I started, and then forgotten all about it! Except…then I wouldn’t have an almost full tank…and I would’ve seen if the car had extra mileage on…so maybe that isn’t it… Still, there are plenty of other things that could’ve happened. Too bad I can’t think of any at the moment. Maybe I should just stop thinking about it. Yes that’s what I should do. Shrug it off and concentrate on the show. On second thoughts, maybe watch something else. I switch to some soap opera and try to let my mind go blank. But my mind keeps wandering, and somehow it always ends up back here, looking for answers. After a few minutes I decide that this isn’t working. Maybe if I eat something…

I go into the kitchen and look around for something to snack on.  I open the cupboard…ah, this’ll do… I bite into a Kit-Kat. Eurgh! It tastes horrible, which is weird cos I love Kit-Kats. I sigh and look in the mirror. My reflection looks...strange. Not quite right. But I can't put my finger on...wait. My eyes. Since when have my eyes been green? They're blue, they've always been blue. I decide it must be a trick of the light and to make myself a sandwich. Knife, knife, where's the bread knife? I look on the counter, moving things around, maybe it's in between this stack of plate- Aah! Oh God, the knife just fell on my foot! It's cut, I think I might have severed the toe. I look down, expecting to see blood everywhere. And I do. Just that it's green. Green blood. But, but-but-...

I feel myself starting to lose consciousness, my vision going blurry round the edges.

"Oh...drat." I say, and fall to the floor with a thump.