Christ's Return [The Rapture]

Chapter 7 / Dancing in the Dark

**Note: The end times events portrayed in this story are based off of those predicted in the Bible. They are not necessarily in the right order and may not correspond exactly with Biblical prophecy. For further study into the rapture, I would suggest going through a published study book on Revelation.

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Summer's POV

Summer stretched out on her zebra-striped bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her brand new iPod speakers were blaring "Give Us Clean Hands," and she felt the tears coming. Wow, she had done nothing but cry lately. People must be getting annoyed with me, she thought. She glanced at the clock. It was nearing midnight, and there was school the next day. Well, there was supposed to be. A lot of teachers had disappeared and, surprisingly, only a few students. Summer didn't see the point of going back to school, but of course, her parents were making her go, even though it was literally the end of the world.

A loud rapping noise startled Summer out of her thoughts. She sat up in alarm, her body automatically snapping into a defensive position in the corner of her bed. She held out her zebra Pillow Pet, Supreme Commander, threateningly. The loud raps came again from the direction of her window, followed by hysterical cackling. Summer's eyes were wide in fear and adrenaline pulsed through her body as she started chucking random objects at the window and barreled over to her door. The minute she was in the hallway, she slammed the door behind her, breathing heavily. Loud snoring came from her parents' room, even though it was down the stairs and around the corner.

Kyle, please wake up... Summer pleaded. She found herself praying intensely to God for protection. Overflowing with trepidation, she allowed her door to open a slight crack. An inhuman scream sliced through her when the horrible smiling face of a creepy old man appeared, staring at her with cloudy eyes. Summer slammed the door in his face, eyes darting around her in pqnic as she huddled against the wall. She gasped in terror when he slowly opened the door. His deeply wrinkled face contorted into a hideous expression that Summer could only assume was his odd way of smiling. His crooked yellow teeth looked as if they hadn't been brushed in years, and he reeked of rotting fish and old eggs. His poor hygiene extended beyond his revolting mouth to a scraggly grassland of white and gray hairs covering his lower face and neck.

"Hello, Suuummmmerrr," he slurred, towering over her menacingly. Something glinted in the dim light, and cold sweat dripped down Summer's neck when she recognized a machete tightly gripped in his right hand. He leaned in closer, and Summer was about to execute the self-defense move she'd been rehearsing in her head when the lights flicked on. The old man vanished as quickly as he'd came.

Summer sighed in relief, still shaking violently. Her breath came in short gasps, and she fought to control her rapid heartbeat. She glanced around the small hallway, searching for Kyle. Where was he? Surely her mom wouldn't have woke up? Kyle was a light sleeper and would have been alarmed by all the noise Summer had made by slamming her door and screaming bloody murder.

Kyle's obnoxious snoring sounded from the basement, uninterrupted. Summer felt a dark sense of foreboding. The lights suddenly flickered back off, all on their own.