Scramble Story- "The Alien that Wouldn’t Die"

I’ll never forget that night, no matter how hard I try. It was terrible. I can still remember every detail, every smell, every sight of the night I came home and found my mother crying and my father gone. I was so afraid that as soon as I came into the door, I almost walked right back out. When she told me he had been vaporized by a renegade alien passing through our galaxy, I could hardly believe her.
“MOM!!! WHAT HAPPENED????” I shrieked.
“Oh, John,” my mother looked at me with fear in her widened eyes, “this world is coming to an end! We are being taken over by aliens!” I decided that the death of my father had driven my mother crazy and she must be taken to a mental institution. I kept seeing different sides of my mom. This attack had made her go mad; she was foaming at the mouth and that is when I realized something… she was one of the aliens. I had to escape my home before it was to late! As I began to run away, she stuck her tongue out and it appeared to be 10 ft long and coming after me. I did a quick sidestep-triple sow cow and maneuvered myself so the foyer was between me and the beast.
“What the heck am I suppose to do now?” I thought to myself as I quickly wiped the dripping sweat off my face. Magically, a glittering brilliant sword appeared right under the silk pillow on the coach next to me. I ignored the sword and reached for the shotgun above fireplace. I got it down and readied to blast that alien scum into pieces, but when I went the pull the trigger nothing happened…it was empty, “Oh $%#@,” I muttered to myself.