Frank and Susan Jones apprehensively glanced at one another while they sat at the dining room table with their young daughter April.

"Papa, I'm scared," said April.

"Don't be. Fear is what they want."

"I made your favorite meal, honey," Susan said nervously.

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"I'm not hungry, Mama. My stomach hurts."

Susan's hands trembled as she served April's plate.

"Are you scared, too, Mama?"

"Yes, honey, I am.” Susan cried. “Their vaporizers are everywhere!"

"Savages!" Frank pounded the table. "Those damn alien monsters randomly vaporizing people at will … Oh my, what’s … "

"Frank, no!"

He vanished in a flash.