by Austin Temple

Created on: July 03, 2009

So I'm pretty sure my neighbor is an alien.
I never see him come outside in the daytime, there's always random smoke and noises coming from his basement, and every time I peek in through his windows he gets mad! I tried to tell him I just want to get a better understanding of him (so I don't have the FBI or CIA or whoever take him away) but he wouldn't listen! He used strange words like "invasion of privacy" and "creepy". I'll tell you what's creepy, him.

My mom says I should have grown out of hobbies like spying on my neighbor. I say "Mom it's not a hobby!" and she says "You're 17 now get your homework done!" Pft. Moms. She says the Mr. Nilnet (she says he's French, I say that's an alien name) is a recluse, that his "genius" isn't fully understood in public situations. Genius? What kind of genius is he?
That's when my mom showed me the newspaper, and all of my suspicions were confirmed.
Mr. E. L. Nilnet was apparently a famous inventor, which I found odd considering I'd never heard his name before. Apparently he made a very good living inventing things and selling the rights to the patents to major companies. Why not just take the credit for himself? Because then he'd have more attention drawn to him, of course! Then his secret would be known to the world...
"Let it go, dude," my friend Mikey said. "He's just an old guy who doesn't like to go outside."
"No. He's an alien, and I'm going to prove it!" I told him about a plan I'd been working on for quite some time, I wanted to sneak into his house one night- just to observe! Not like... not like in a perverted way, this was in the name of science!
Mikey didn't look impressed. "That's illegal. Alien or not, he's not breaking the law or hurting anyone."
I told him I wouldn't put my plan in motion... but my fingers were crossed! Under the kid laws everywhere- that exempts me from any promises made in the time the fingers were crossed. I was going to break into Mr. Nilnet's house, and I definately was going to prove to everyone that he was an alien.
Then I'd tell the FBI and get rich, but now I'm getting ahead of myself.
That night I made the preparations... there really weren't any preparations, actually. I just stayed up late.
Getting into his house was going to be a problem, but I'd already figured that out. Directly across from my upstairs window was what looked like a ventalation opening on his house. Our houses were close together, so I could just lean out my window and do it.
And as quickly as I told

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