March 5, 1996 was the worst day of my life. It was the day that I boug
Published Wednesday, 9th Sep 05:37 BST
March 5, 1996 was the worst day of my life. It was the day that I bought motor trade insurence. I spent all day trying to compare rates and getting quote after quote. I finally settled with Motor Trade Insurence Company West. They seemed like a pretty good company to me, but I was dead wrong. Motor Trade Insurence Company West was not run by reputable people. In fact, they weren't even people at all. They were aliens from another planet.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm crazy. But I can assure you I am telling the truth. I went to their company headquarters one day to ask them a question, but it was after closing. I looked through the window, and saw the man at the front desk taking off a human face mask, revealing his alien face. The worst part was that it saw me. Before I could run away five of the alien creatures surrounded me and took me deep inside their headquarters.
I didn't know what they were going to do to me. At first I thought they were going to kill me, but it soon became clear that they just wanted to talk. They told me about why they were here on Earth. It wasn't exactly good. They were there to take human samples and figure out the way we lived. They wanted me to help them. They thought that I would just be their little spy. But I wasn't going to let that happen.
I got up and started to leave, but of course, they couldn't just let me go. I had seen what they truly were. If they let me go, I would tell the authorities as fast as a jaguar after a little pig. So they kept me in Motor Trade Insurence Company West until I would help them.
I never did. In fact, I'm writing this story inside the building. If anyone is reading this, please come save me. I don't know what the aliens are going to do after they get all their samples and figure out how they live. I don't know what they are planning. But I have a feeling it isn't good. You have to stop them. Not just for me, but for the whole human race.
I have to stop writing now. I can hear them at the door. Please think about what I have said. Good luck.
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