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One Junior Knows the Truth:

‘They’ve landed...they’re here...they’re everywhere...they’re aliens...and

they’re Coming Home.”

Homecoming. Let’s analyze that for a second. Homecoming. HomeComing. Coming Home. Who’s
coming home? And where is home? And am I invited? Can anyone really answer these questions? Not
many can because they have been blinded from the truth. They don’t know what homecoming is really all
about, the very reason why each student is pumped full of pep, vim, and verve for a full week. It’s the reason
why suddenly there can be seen mysterious strangers around the campus that, for some reason, seem to fit in
among the teachers with whom they converse. It’s all part of an evil scheme to reprogram fickle minds of
the young students at Pine Crest into preferring the cold walls of the school to the warm surroundings of
home, and the company of the faculty to that of their own parents.
They’ve landed...they’re here...they’re everywhere...they’re aliens...and they’re Coming Home.
It starts with an announcement in the Morning Notice. It says, “Get ready! Homecoming week is on
its way!’’ Everyone shudders at the thought of Homecoming week. Sure, you think the shuddering is from
excitement, but no! It is fear — the very essence of fear, gift-wrapped and delivered in a tight little package!
Next, they start with the mind controlling devices, the most potent and powerful of which is housed in the
studio of PCTV. You are convinced by an alien imposter posing as a faculty member to dress in the
traditional garb of the alien cult. It sounds fun, doesn’t it? Real tempting, huh? You have no idea who or
what you’re dealing with.
So, you’re sucked in with the masses. You don your new apparel and begin Coming Home week.
You can’t help it - they’re controlling you. But you’re probably wondering just who “they’ are and what
“they” look like. They answer is “they” are the mysterious strangers on campus that look like ordinary
people. I’ve watched them as they talk to each other. They seem to be reminiscing about memories passed,
but they are really communicating with each other. They choose human forms that are familiar to the
faculty, such as students that graduated years ago, so that the teachers won’t be suspicious. They all come
together at the big football game to watch the players and witness the results of the experiments. Just look
at their faces, at how pleased and proud they look. It’s sickening to think about.
But at least everyone is cheery. And the week is over, so they must be going home, right? Wrong,
sir, wrong! They’ve performed all these tests and collected all this data, and you think they’d just up and
leave? You fool! It is time for the final procedure of the experiments — the cataloguing. And it happens at
the Coming Home Dance.
As you, the subject, enter into the space pod that they have disguised to look exactly like the gym­
nasium, a combination of high-frequency music, light, and an instant laser projection of a specific image all
hit your senses simultaneously. The image is forever embedded into your subconscious. I asked a certain Z.
Nagpal, an attendee of the dance, his thoughts on the evening. He was, to say the least, mind-numbed by the
experience, saying, “It was alright, I guess.”
Hopefully you won’t need solid evidence to believe me, or evidence at all for that matter. At least
now you know the truth.

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