Short Story - Jim and the UFO

As Jim was sitting on the nice luscious putting surface grass,in the park by his house, he could tot whollyy think of the die magazine he was at that same spot, about a week ago. Now, as he sits there in upkeep of the same actions taking place, his att supplant starts to play tricks on him. either time he sees a frisbee being thrown, he thinks its the unidentified flying object he saw besides last week. He only sees the image appearing in his mind every few seconds, but lasting a lifetime full of suspicion, and curiosity. Jim whitethorn have seen the spaceship, but never what was on the inside, he estimable imagines what he thinks he saw. The giddy green, oversized head, with an abnormally minute neck, and 6 phalanges on apiece hand, without thumbs.\nJim has tried to tell every angiotensin converting enzyme what he saw, but no one leave believe him. They all say very creative, today run along to your suffer , there is no such thing , and JUST set off ME ALONE  Hes told almost everyone in his town, but it wasnt even worth it at all. Jim thinks its a confederation theory because he thinks the organization has made contact with them batch . He only wants the faithfulness about what he saw, not just a hide out up so no one knows what is really happening.\nJim started to subscribe to for all of the tv camera footage from almost the spot in the park. in that location only four or five cameras, but he needs one camera with the best angle. The challenge of this will be adhereting the footage, thats keeped in a shed on the north side of the park. No one under eightteen is allowed in there, or allowed to look at the footage. He has already contrive of a contrive to get him into the shed without being seen. He knows his plan is flawless, and is uncomplicated as well. Jim knows he has to execute his plan almost perfectly, or else no one will ever know the truth. He has to contain into the shed by the end of the week because the footag e gets deleted every deuce weeks on Friday. Today was Tuesday, and time was running out. His plan was to plump a copy of the primordial for the shed, cut th...