I was terrified
to discover the person in front of me
was a monster.

I ran for my life.
But in my mother’s eyes,
he was just an ordinary man.

Watching me flee,
the man named Harry was surprised —
cuz only one in a million people
could see through his disguise.

He was an alien
hiding on Earth.
To protect his identity,
Harry decided to have a talk with me
about life.

Late at night,
he snuck into my room
to silence me.
I woke up suddenly
and bit him hard.

Harry winced in pain.
I screamed out loud.
My parents came running.
Harry quickly hid under my bed.

“Hey, what’s going on?”
“There’s an alien under the bed!”

But my parents didn’t believe me at all.
They blamed it on too many sci-fi movies
giving me nightmares.
Then they carried me away.

Harry’s attempt to communicate with me
had failed.

The next day,
we met again.
Turns out Harry was the town psychologist.
My parents worried
my nightmares meant mental problems.
They wanted Harry to give me therapy.

Harry kindly asked me
to keep his secret —
otherwise he’d solve my head.

I was terrified.
I jumped right out the window.
I ran straight to the police station.
I reported to the chief
that Harry was an alien.

The chief didn’t believe a kid’s nonsense.
He wanted to lock me up immediately.
The female assistant thought
the chief was too harsh.
She comforted me
and asked me to draw the alien.

I not only drew it —
I also made the drawing into posters.
I put them up everywhere.

Harry was furious when he saw them.
He decided to make me disappear,
but he couldn’t attract the town’s attention.

Harry thought of many methods —
a gas leak to blow up my house,
or stage a falling-object accident.
But he rejected all of these.

He chose a simpler method instead.
He cut my bike’s brake line.

The next day,
Harry got good news —
I had an accident.
But I didn’t die.
I just hurt my arm.

Now I came to Harry for stitches.
Harry was very disappointed.
He sent everyone else away.
He warned me again
to stop exposing him —
otherwise he wouldn’t use anesthesia.

I refused immediately.
Harry didn’t hesitate anymore.
He started stitching me up.

“How was it, Max?”
“It’s fine. Is there a mosquito in here?
’Cause I think I just got a tiny bite on my arm.”

Harry got even angrier.
When no one was looking,
he pressed hard on my wound.
My face twisted in pain,
but I stayed tough.

I didn’t feel anything.
I even mocked him as I left.
“Your shoe’s untied.
Made you look, dummy.”

Back home,
Harry felt he was no match for me.
His secret plan to destroy Earth
would be discovered sooner or later.

He wanted to leave.
But the thought of being an alien
who couldn’t outsmart a human kid
was too humiliating.
So he stayed.

I didn’t give up
exposing Harry’s disguise either.
I started following Harry constantly.
My parents thought I liked him.
They immediately decided
to invite Harry for dinner.

The next day,
when Harry arrived,
I hugged him warmly.
Not only that —
I insisted on performing for Harry.

This was actually my plan.
I was just stalling Harry
so my friend could steal keys from his car.
I was sure Harry’s house
had proof he was an alien.

My friend successfully got the keys.
She found a locksmith lady.
She had all the keys copied.

When Harry left my house,
my friend had already put the keys back.
Harry noticed nothing unusual.

The next day,
when Harry went to work,
my friend and I went straight to his house.
We started searching.

Finally,
in the basement,
we found something.
An apple was floating eerily
above black metal.

My friend reached out to touch it.
The next second,
we were thrown by a powerful force.
We passed out.

That night,
Harry came home.
He saw the scene.
He instantly knew what happened.

Finding we were just unconscious,
he didn’t hesitate to stuff us in bags.
He planned to dig a hole
in the back hills.

But just as he carried the bags
out of the basement,
he discovered a woman
had entered his—