Walking through a park, someone says that some kid is in trouble. We all go to help. I take a shortcut up a hill and get there fast. It’s in a pit. Go down the ramp, there’s a bunch of cops and detectives. One of them comes up to me and touches my wrist, making me in the chain of custody/witness. It tingles. The kid is dead, covered in blood and wrapped in a hammock-type thing above a hole. I start to leave, look up and there are two large spidery creatures hanging from the ceiling- aliens? I look back down, afraid they’ll attack if they notice me. I think, they better do something with the aliens before all the people show up.
My exciting life, this place