Records. Schematics. Paintings.
All of one bizarre thing: Aliens.
As I rifled through the box, my head spun. Who were these obsessed people?
The files appeared to be government records, counterfeit, I assumed. As I paged through them, keenly aware that I was on borrowed time, I was engrossed by a supposed story of alien supremacy. Of chaos, covered up.
It appeared these people were building a case. They were trying to tell a story about our history, to start some sort of religion.
It’s practically the most American thing you can do.
But I digress.
It appeared these whack jobs believed in one thing: Aliens on Earth.