Conspiracy theories are some of the most interesting kinds of stories told to the public, ones that bury truth in the details to help back up their claims. They are often fascinating to listen to but some of them easily fall apart the more evidence found to prove the opposite. Of course, there are some that are very real that are buried under all the bad ones. And sometimes, they are buried for a reason.
I waited outside in the car as my dad was inside the store, getting a flu shot. Nobody in my family really believes in flu shots. We don't usually use medicine when we have a cold unless we urgently need it. The only reason my dad is getting one is because his job is forcing him to. My dad, unfortunately, works somewhere where he's constantly around old and sick people, so they are required after a certain amount of time.
I know for a fact that I'd hate to work at a job like that after I graduate. A lot of the people I grew up with were really into the idea of working as nurses at retirement homes, but it never matched my interests. I'm not confident enough in myself to take care of people, especially in situations where their lives could very well be in my hands. I'd never be able to live with myself if something like that were to happen to someone I had to look after.
Sooner than I expected, my dad came back to the car with a visible bandage over his shoulder.
"Did you really have to go for one that has a cartoon bunny on it?" I laughed. "How old are you?"
"You're just jealous you're not cool enough to have one," my father joked. He and I got along really well, almost more like brothers than a father son duo.
He started the car and took off back to the house.
Not too long after getting home, I noticed my dad stumbling slightly as he walked up to the front door. I motioned to reach and catch him as I thought he was going to fall. He looked at me as I was doing it and chuckled. Was he okay? He was never this giggly.
He made his way back to his room and changed his clothes for work. I, on the other hand, made my way back to my room. All I really wanted to do right now was to get online with my friends and play some video games. I turned on the game 'Goalie of Soccerville' and jumped straight into the game with some of my friends. They would openly play with my, but each had their own excuse of why they couldn't call as we played.
After scoring my team a few points, I head a loud banging coming from the other side of the house. I threw off my headset and sat my controller down in my chair and raced over to where it had happened. It was my dad, he'd fallen to the ground and was knocked out cold.
My mom had to call his work and tell them he wouldn't make it in. She told them that we had to rush him to the hospital after passing out. We were awaiting results as to what happened to him. They wouldn't let us see him for a few hours.
I got a few texts from my friends, asking what all had happened and if my dad was okay. Of course, I could only tell them so much, as I didn't have much answers myself.
Eventually, later through the night, the doctor came out to the waiting room to talk to us. They said they couldn't find a reason for his passing out. They said he was doing okay and that he could go home anytime he liked. So, of course, we took him and left.
The next day was when things really started to get weird. My dad was acting so much more laid back than usual. He acted as though he didn't have a care in the world. He talk to me and my mom as though he was a kid, or on drugs, or something. The way he moved and spoke and got on through his day was all far stranger than we were used to seeing.
He was usually the kind of dad that would goof around a little bit to make people laugh, but was pretty serious any other time. This time it was goofiness cranked way up to the point we thought he was on something.
But the weirdest part came when he brought up the aliens. He spoke as though there was a space ship returning to Earth and was ready to abduct more and more people, to convert them to their own race. I'm not sure what all he was on about but he sure seemed like he knew exactly what he was talking about. We just shrugged it off as another piece to his odd behavior.
The next night there was a really bad storm. The wind was howling, blowing the trees and grass hard in one solid, continuous strand of wind. The rain followed suit in the same direction, raining almost hard enough that it was difficult to see past it.
I hard my dad run outside and saw him look up at the sky, waving his arms. My mom and I debated on whether or not we should go get him but we decided we'd better let him have his little moment. If anything he'd come back inside and realize how ridiculous he was acting.
Instead, and to our surprise, there was a bright flash of blue light that lit up the entire inside of our house. We looked back out the window and he was gone. We went outside to look for him but he was nowhere to be found.
I looked up to the sky. It looks like he was right, the aliens had taken him.
I waited outside in the car as my dad was inside the store, getting a flu shot. Nobody in my family really believes in flu shots. We don't usually use medicine when we have a cold unless we urgently need it. The only reason my dad is getting one is because his job is forcing him to. My dad, unfortunately, works somewhere where he's constantly around old and sick people, so they are required after a certain amount of time.
I know for a fact that I'd hate to work at a job like that after I graduate. A lot of the people I grew up with were really into the idea of working as nurses at retirement homes, but it never matched my interests. I'm not confident enough in myself to take care of people, especially in situations where their lives could very well be in my hands. I'd never be able to live with myself if something like that were to happen to someone I had to look after.
Sooner than I expected, my dad came back to the car with a visible bandage over his shoulder.
"Did you really have to go for one that has a cartoon bunny on it?" I laughed. "How old are you?"
"You're just jealous you're not cool enough to have one," my father joked. He and I got along really well, almost more like brothers than a father son duo.
He started the car and took off back to the house.
Not too long after getting home, I noticed my dad stumbling slightly as he walked up to the front door. I motioned to reach and catch him as I thought he was going to fall. He looked at me as I was doing it and chuckled. Was he okay? He was never this giggly.
He made his way back to his room and changed his clothes for work. I, on the other hand, made my way back to my room. All I really wanted to do right now was to get online with my friends and play some video games. I turned on the game 'Goalie of Soccerville' and jumped straight into the game with some of my friends. They would openly play with my, but each had their own excuse of why they couldn't call as we played.
After scoring my team a few points, I head a loud banging coming from the other side of the house. I threw off my headset and sat my controller down in my chair and raced over to where it had happened. It was my dad, he'd fallen to the ground and was knocked out cold.
My mom had to call his work and tell them he wouldn't make it in. She told them that we had to rush him to the hospital after passing out. We were awaiting results as to what happened to him. They wouldn't let us see him for a few hours.
I got a few texts from my friends, asking what all had happened and if my dad was okay. Of course, I could only tell them so much, as I didn't have much answers myself.
Eventually, later through the night, the doctor came out to the waiting room to talk to us. They said they couldn't find a reason for his passing out. They said he was doing okay and that he could go home anytime he liked. So, of course, we took him and left.
The next day was when things really started to get weird. My dad was acting so much more laid back than usual. He acted as though he didn't have a care in the world. He talk to me and my mom as though he was a kid, or on drugs, or something. The way he moved and spoke and got on through his day was all far stranger than we were used to seeing.
He was usually the kind of dad that would goof around a little bit to make people laugh, but was pretty serious any other time. This time it was goofiness cranked way up to the point we thought he was on something.
But the weirdest part came when he brought up the aliens. He spoke as though there was a space ship returning to Earth and was ready to abduct more and more people, to convert them to their own race. I'm not sure what all he was on about but he sure seemed like he knew exactly what he was talking about. We just shrugged it off as another piece to his odd behavior.
The next night there was a really bad storm. The wind was howling, blowing the trees and grass hard in one solid, continuous strand of wind. The rain followed suit in the same direction, raining almost hard enough that it was difficult to see past it.
I hard my dad run outside and saw him look up at the sky, waving his arms. My mom and I debated on whether or not we should go get him but we decided we'd better let him have his little moment. If anything he'd come back inside and realize how ridiculous he was acting.
Instead, and to our surprise, there was a bright flash of blue light that lit up the entire inside of our house. We looked back out the window and he was gone. We went outside to look for him but he was nowhere to be found.
I looked up to the sky. It looks like he was right, the aliens had taken him.
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