You've got to understand. I'm the victim here. They've taken my child, and God knows what they've done with her. Instead of wasting time asking me stupid questions, you should be out there looking for them. Them who? Haven't you been listening? Go look for the aliens. They came in the night and took my Rory, and I need to get her back.
OK, fine. Turn on your tape recorder, and I'll start over. No, I don't need a lawyer. It's obvious you think I'm either crazy or lying, but you have to believe what I'm telling you. I'm as sane as you are. I just figured out the truth that they've been able to hide from everyone else.
No, I don't know why they chose to take my child and leave one of their own. I sure as hell didn't ask for it. And I know you're just doing your job, but I can't shake this feeling that something horrible is happening to Rory while we're sitting here doing nothing.
OK, OK. From the very beginning. I've never been afraid of the unknown. Far from it. I welcome it. As long as I can remember I've always watched the Heavens. Waiting for…I don't know…something. UFOs, I guess. Martians, the Grays, Jim Kirk's boys. Whoever decided to drop in for a visit. I was looking forward to being part of the United Federation of Planets.
I guess I always thought there'd be a big production when they finally arrived. A grand descent from the Heavens caught on CNN. Or a big ceremony at the U.N. or a standoff with the military. I don't know—just something to mark the dawn of a new era. But that didn't happen. One day they were just here. Walking among us.
I know. You think I'm crazy, but I'm telling you the truth. The aliens are here, but hardly anyone knows because they've done such a good job of disguising themselves. They're not green or gray like they are in the movies. They don't have huge eyes or webbed fingers. They look just like us. Black, white, red. Short, tall, thin, fat. Male, female. Young, adult. They fit in. Physically.
But if you know what to look for, you can tell they're not really one of us. They can fake our looks, but they can't fake our emotions. They get close, but they're always just a little bit off. They're a little too bland, just kind of zoned. They're calm when normal folks would be mad. They're cool when they should be excited. They run on neutral.
But good as they are, we empaths can tell the difference. Empath? It means a person who can sense another's feelings. Like, right now, I can tell that you don't believe me. No, I don't read minds. Just feelings. That's how I can spot the aliens, despite their human faces. They don't have any real emotions. They're completely hollow inside.
That's how I knew that they took Rory and left a changeling alien baby in her place. A normal mother would have been fooled, but I knew the truth. No, I don't know why they'd do something like that. Maybe that's how they plan to finally take over—by substituting their babies for ours. Or maybe they knew that I was onto them. Maybe this is their way of silencing me.
No, I'm not being paranoid. Take a look at my website. Theyarealreadyhere.com. I posted the warning signs so people can spot the aliens before it's too late. I've found a few other empaths who have noticed their arrival, too, but it's mostly been an uphill battle warning regular people. I've tried taking photos of aliens and posting them, but they never turn out. Somehow they manage to look like humans in the photos. That's how good they are—they can even fool a camera. You really have to be an empath to see past their disguise. That's why they're hunting us down—all of us empaths. They have to get us out of the way before they can implement their final solution.
No, I don't know what their grand mission is exactly. I told you, I'm not a mind reader. But you don't have to be a genius to realize that all they have to do is to infiltrate our political system and they can take over the whole world without firing a shot. All you have to do is watch CNN to see that they've already begun. Look at all those charming politicians with their perfect little sound bites. No real person could be that fake for that long. Any normal human would let an emotion slip through eventually. But not the aliens—they can keep up the act for all eternity if that's what they want. But they won't have to. They just have to play the game until they eliminate the few people in the world who can see them for what they really are. Then they can drop the act and just be themselves.
Of course you don't see what this has to do with Rory. That's because they're better chess players than you are. Do I really have to spell it out for you? OK. If they kill me, then everyone who reads my website will know that I was telling the truth, and they'll continue my campaign after my death. I will have died a martyr to the cause, and they can't afford all that attention. No, they need to keep me alive, but discredit my message. And what better way to do that then to make you think I'm crazy.
No, I'm not gearing up for an insanity plea. I've told you. My Rory was kidnapped. That baby was an alien changeling that they left behind. And while you're sitting here with me, they're probably brainwashing Rory or turning her into a human/alien hybrid.
How can I tell it's a changeling? How many ways can I say this? I'm an empath. I just know these things. My Rory was a beautiful, loving little girl. This little alien creature was nasty and evil and had no human emotions whatsoever. All it did was stare at me all day. I think it was trying to re-program my mind, but I was stronger that it was. And since I knew it wasn't my Rory, it couldn't con me with its little innocent, helpless baby act. I just shudder to think how many other people have been duped into raising changelings. And I hate to think what the aliens are doing with all the babies they're kidnapped. And I really don't know why you aren't out there looking for my daughter before it's too late.
Yes, I know the little changeling is dead. Well, of course I know what happened to it. I strangled it. No, I don't need a lawyer. It's no crime to kill an alien, especially not when it's self-defense. It was not an innocent little baby. It was an alien, and it was trying to get control of my mind. So I had to stop it before it got too strong to destroy.
Yes, I regret having to kill it, but only because I was hoping to trade it back for my Rory. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the aliens who left it, and it was too dangerous to keep the thing in the house. So I had to do what I had to do. Call the police? You're kidding, right? You don't believe me now. You wouldn't have believed me then. You would have just taken the little creature and given it to some other human woman who wouldn't know what she was getting into. No, exterminating it was the only thing to do.
I don't know what else there is to say. I'm sure you think I'm crazy, but can't you see that you're playing right into their hands? They want me sent to some loony bin for the rest of my life so I won't be able to interfere with their plans. But if you do that, you'll be aiding and abetting the enemy. You'll have helped them get rid of one of the few people who can stand between them and world domination. And someday—when the aliens control everyone and everything—you'll be sorry that you didn't listen to me while you still had the chance.
Fine, lock me up. But please, before you do, all I ask is that you go find my Rory. Please, before the aliens turn her into one of them. I know you don't care about me, but my Rory is just an innocent little baby. All I ask is that you find her and give her to a good human family to raise. Please, before it's too late.
And, for God's sake, whatever you do, please don't let my mother see the changeling that I had to kill. She's a sick old woman, and she won't understand that it's really only one of them—an alien baby who just happens to be wearing Rory's face.