Goosebumps Verify Aliens Are Real

They are all laughing and guffawing. But they do not read the books I do. And they do not have my heartfelt messages. The ones that are so absolute That I know what I know without knowing how Yet I do know. Verification comes in goosebumps. It is an inner knowing none of them have. I do not tell them either For it is something else they would laugh about. What is going on? I ask them. John thinks aliens are real, Tim says. They explode into enormous carnival rides of laughter. John gets mad and huffs off. I follow him. Come on back! Someone yells. I ignore this. I think we do have aliens I tell him. He says “yeah, right.” Don’t bother, an inner voice says, but I ignore it. I have thought it for a long time, I say. He says something means and shoves off. An inner voice says “told you.” Yes, I knew better. I had been trying to get someone to listen for the past ten years. It is an inner knowing that aliens do exist. My neck saturates itself with goosebumps Verifying that aliens do exist. That is how I know.