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Here it is, midnight, the witching hour so they say. I have been tossing and turning for thirty minutes now. My mind and heart are racing a million miles an hour and all I really want to do is sleep. There Is a whisper in my ear that tells me when It Is near. I jumped out of bed and turned on the light, nothing here but me. Man, this is too much. I have got to get to sleep. 6:00 a.m. comes all to early. I turned off the light and got back into bed. I was just about to doze off when It said to me quietly to meet in the dark on the coldest night. I once again jumped up and turned on the light. And again, nothing. I slowly made my way through the house turning on every light as I passed by. The house was secure. I looked out the windows but couldn’t see a thing. I slowly opened the back door and stepped out on the porch. When I arrived It was on sight. It loomed there in the darkness and it looked like me. And it began the fight, I won and boasted from my tongue, fighting demons and winning the war, Indeed makes you feel good just to know that your alive. It cried and wept then died. The fires aren't burning any longer and the waters are not parting. And I slept.
When I woke in the morning I thought it was all a bad dream until I walked out on the back porch and saw the scorched place on the patio. Oh my Gosh, it was real. I started to call you, I needed to talk to someone, but I just wasn't sure how to say it. We haven’t talked much in a while, but you have always been my closest friend. When did we become so silent in our moments, long awaited, agreeing? Why did you give to me your anger and animosity for nothing…I can't even remember why we stopped talking, why you got so mad at me. The phone started ringing and knocked me out of my haze. "Hey, I was just thinking about you" after talking for a few minutes it was really hard to believe that we both had the strange same experience at the same time last night, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
"Well, I don't understand any of this, but hopefully the fight Is over and done with, you made it through the night without me, and I made it through without you, but we made it. "No! We were together, don't you see? We were doing the same thing at the same time, and when we woke up the first thing we thought about was each other. Whatever it was, it wanted us separated. All I can think of now is Or is it ? I think that last night was only the beginning. Can you come over?" Three months is a long time to fight for no reason. "Do you even know why we stopped speaking?" "No I don't but I have a suspicion that it had something to do with what went on last night. "Where were you when our sun’s rays burned all the potential away…?" "I was thinking of you." "And that is exactly what I was doing, thinking of you."
At that moment we knew that we were in trouble, but we also knew that we would be ok, and then all the windows blew in with hurricane force and we hit the ground. "Ok, what now?" Was there any reason to pray to take that pain away play after play.. Your dang straight there was, and I began the Lords Prayer, out loud. I wasn’t reading the list In my cool airs breeze till the wind blew away, I was shouting at the top of my lungs, as if my life depended on it. cause it did. "Help me" I called out to you and God at the same time and you began to say it with me as the storm tore through the house. The winds became more violent the more we prayed and I knew this thing came from Hell.
They say It’s the chance of death, whatever they are, in some weird chanting voice. In just time that keeps It in motion.. All I know is this, "We are getting the Hell out of here!" We made our escape, and ran like the Devil himself was on our heels. I don't know, maybe he was, but either way we got out. We made a mad dash to the police station first. That was our first thought, go somewhere were there are people with big guns. We went through the door and stopped dead in our tracks. Apparently, that which attacked us had also hit other places in town. There were people everywhere, some in not to good a shape either.
"Where were the guards when they cut off our arm’s and ate them silently?" one officer yelled at us. There was blood everywhere. I told them all that if the demons came back to say the Lords prayer as loud as possible and we ran back out the door. We ran to the next building to check and see if anyone was there. In the back of the library we heard a woman praying, she was alone with no evidence of torment. "Are you O.K.?" "Yes, they came, but I sat down here where I was working and started praying, they screamed at me and then they left."
"That's what happened to us, we were attacked and started praying and that is when we were able to make our escape, City Hall was not so lucky." The librarian told me that she knew what to do the minute the fiends had appeared. She said "On the whitest bookshelf is where its been hiding. There Is where the heart has been. Every day wrapped among the torn lettering." I got up and walked to the shelf that she indicated and there it set. It was an old book, leather bound and worn. I opened the book and in the inside cover it said
"He who has ears let him hear and He who has eyes let him see The personal diary of The Son of God."
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