The story so far:
When I awoke on Wednesday morning it was still early, about three forty five . The old bible was lying there on the bed next to me and the pages glowed in the dark. I sat up and reached for the bible and when I touch it my hand seemed to start to glow also. I thought for a second I was dreaming, but soon figured out that this was no ordinary bible and this was no ordinary situation, something was happening on this earth, and I somehow have found myself a principal part in how things are going to unfold.
As I read the pages of this great book I felt a sense of purpose, a sense that I was born to spread some sort of message to the world through medias eye. It didn't read like the bible but it was the word of God. My eyes burned as they scanned through the pages, and soon I started to cry uncontrollably with the knowledge I was absorbing at an incredible rate, Until now I could never read this quickly with total understanding of what I was taking in... Until now.
I suddenly jumped at a noise that sounded like it was right outside my window. I sat the bible down on the bed and walked over to the window and slowly pulled back the curtain with a sudden fear of what I would see standing outside. I peered out into the darkness and there stood a yard full of those people with what seemed like small candles in the middle of their hands, I quickly shut the curtain and walked backwards toward my bed and sat down terrified in a way, but somehow at peace. I asked myself "Why are these people here? What am I suppose to do?" I fell to my knees and started to pray "Lord I accept you as my Lord and Savior, and ask that you guide me in the direction you want me to go."
Just then from all directions they came through the walls, I scooted back to my head board in my bed apprehensive and afraid. They all circled me, one hand to their sides and the other straight out with a light coming from the middle of their hands. Not one of them said a word nor was I sure they even could, but I could hear a spiritual message coming from the whole room.
"The time is nigh upon us, The end of days are near" It was repeated in my head it seemed a thousand times a minute....
I awoke saying those words as the morning light shined through my window signaling Wednesday had arrived.