Abandoned Farmhouse: What happened before from the view of a shoe

"Honey," says the man as he kicked us off his feet. "Where's the child?"
"I don't know," the woman said, "Go check outside."
The man opened the door, then quickly closed it. "He's dead, there's no saving him."
"What happened?!" the woman shrieked, as the man through plates on us, looking for something. But he suddenly stopped.
"Have you ever heard of a UFO?" the man asked the woman, and it was the first time anybody saw fear in his eyes. He ran upstairs, to find the thing he was looking for. He tossed aside his bible, breaking the spine. "We have to move the food downstairs," he called to the woman as he jumped three stairs at a time. He started by putting oilcloth on the kitchen cabinets. The woman ran down with all the cans. The man looked out the window to see the UFO topple boulders on the farm, smashing into the barn. The man grumbled, "The farm wasn't going well anyway." When the woman came back up, my maters fell to the ground as gunshots tattered the window shades, killing them. A weird looking person came in, only to drag out the man and the woman and leave.
But I've been through too much trauma. I poured my heart out to my brother, then I tied my shoelaces shut, and I passed off to shoe-heaven.