At the Sheriff's office, a young boy knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” The grumpy older Sheriff answeres.
“Dad, it's me.” the boy says to the door, loudly over the sounds in the back-ground.
“Oh! John! Come in!” The Sheriff said, and sat straighter in his chair.
“Hey, dad. I have something to...um...report.” John said, sitting down on the chair across the desk.
“Go ahead, son.” The Sheriff says, giving a small smile.
“Okay, there are three girls at my school. They are...strange...different. Everyone in the school knows it.” John said.
“Uh...huh? Son, can I ask you a serious question?” the Sheriff asked.
“Son, you don't expect me to arrest three girls because you are dating all three, do you?” He asked. John looked at him, horrified.
“No! No! I mean...Dad...do you remember how they called Grandpa crazy because he really believed Aliens were real?” John asked. The Sheriff's face grew somber.
“Yes, I do.” He answered.
“Well, I think those three girls are Aliens, Dad. They can do things...weird things.” John said, looking really nervous. He felt ridiculous. This is what his grandfather had talked about, over and over, as if he was mentally ill. How there were “strange people out there. People who could hurt...” But the Sheriff had come to stand next to his son.
“Yes?” He asked, breathless.
“Well, they pulled out three empty Tupperware boxes and waved their hands over it...and there was food there.” John said, blushing deep red from his confession. 'This is like being questioned.' He thought to himself.
“That's amazing, son.” The Sheriff said, rubbing his chin.
“You aren't....going to...you know...hurt them, are you, Dad?” John asked, now very self-conscious.
“No, son, no. I'm just going to...figure out if you are right.” The Sheriff said, an almost greedy look on his face.
'Just like Grandpa had....' John though, realizing in horror what he had just done. He had either just helped his dad release a part of himself that no one ever had wanted to see, and that soon, they were going to catch aliens, or he had just wrongly accused three, very hot (he had to admit) girls of being Aliens. Now, he would never have a chance to date one of them, if they found out. He sighed and ran his hand through his long, shaggy brown hair. He grabbed his jacket and backpack and started out the door.
“Oh, wait, son?” Sheriff asked.
John sighed and stopped, turning toward his dad.
“Yeah, Dad?” He asked.
“I think it's best if you did two things for me, son.” the Sheriff said, taking out a long pad of paper.
“What's that, Dad?” John asked.
“Well, first I don't want you to tell anyone about our 'conversation', just in case we are wrong.” John's heart skipped a beat, maybe his dad would forget it after time had gone by.
“The second thing is, I want you to get close to one of these girls, and see if you can figure out something. Even date her, if you have to.” He said, shrugging.
“But Dad!” John complained.
“No buts, son, do as I say.” The Sheriff answered. John sighed as he walked dejectedly out the door. What had he done?
