Dad told me to help him sort his notes, while I was taking out the files in his drawer I found old, musty letters.
Letting my curiosity take over myself, I opened the first letter I put my hands on.
October 8, 1707.
Fire fell from the sky.
I am not a religious person, and I never have been. I have always been pragmatic and reasonable, but I never thought that would bring me to my own death.
I write these letters, for nothing said out loud shall be trusted.
Weird things have been happening, but today is the day everything makes sense. The rains, the blood in the rivers, the flies and even the plagues.
I now hear the trumpets.
Mother has always told me to fear for the might of the lord. I wish I had listened to her more often.
Sorry mother, you were right. Now it is late to say it.
God has always been real, and today he has forsaken us.
If anyone finds these letters, wet with my own blood I have only one piece of advice.
Fear.
I couldn't believe my eyes but I quickly dismissed the thought that the letter might be speaking the truth. I did not think that this letter was even original for a starter, but a part of me was unnerved by the reading.
I heard my father coming towards his office so I quickly grabbed the rest of the letters, as I wanted to know more about this individual.
Now in my room I took a better look at the envelopes, they were really old, stained by the passage of time and starting to decay. As I was taking a long look at the envelopes, still shaked about the first one, I heard a strange sound outside the window. I recognised the sound and, shaking, I turned my head to confirm my thoughts.
It was a frog.
It seemed impossible, because there aren't wild frogs in where I live, but now denying the similarities between the first letter would be foolish.
Still refusing to believe, I opened the next envelope, preparing myself to read the letter.
October 9, 1707
Father died yesterday because of the plague.
Now I am alone facing the wrath of the Lord. It's foolish to refuse, for we are now damned.
We shall pay for our sins, and the Lord is making sure we do.
Us, sinners are destined to stay on earth and watch God's wrath destroying us. While the worthy ascend to the heavens with the lord.
Darkness consumes all, the plants die beneath under ash, animals are being consumed by the horseflies.
I feel weaker everyday, my end is near. I am one of the poor sinners the Lord didn't save.
Soon I shall write for the last time.
A thunder boomed in the skies.
My head spun so quickly to the window I even hurt my neck. It's so strange that there is thunder in the sky because there wasn't even a cloud an hour ago.
I was still shaking, scared that the letters were actually true and our end was near but I dismissed the thought, not wanting to go insane because of that. I ran downstairs to see if my dad was okay because in the letter said the worthy ascended to heavens and I don't think dad has ever committed a sin.
