Looking for Aliens

Today I am looking for aliens. I don’t know if I will find them. The fog comes rolling across the valley and up Signal Mountain, where I live near Chattanooga, Tennessee.

I walk out the door and nearly trip on a large box that has landed on my stoop. It is covered in yellow tape that says Classified. The wind begins to blow and the old windmill starts to spin. It creaks louder and louder as it spins faster.

I bring the box inside, open it to reveal the documents inside. I scour them for evidence of aliens, but fail to find any. I remove some documents just in case and replace them with my own redacted versions. 

I hear a loud whirring sound outside that I don’t think is the windmill. Suddenly, a blindingly bright light fills the room, coming through all the windows and underneath the doors. They found me!

I’ve got to pack the box back up and ship it to a secure location in Texas.