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At 2:30 p.m., Laura Brooks was taking a nap in her den. Her husband was at the grocery store, and her children were at school. Down the hall, the living room sat empty. Someone had left the TV on after lunch. It was airing an infomercial.
"'And there will be signs in sun and moon and stars and on the earth, distress of nations in perplexity because of the roaring of the sea and the waves, people fainting with fear and with foreboding of what is coming on the world. For the powers of the heavens will be shaken.' That's Luke twenty-one, folks. Written right there, in the Good Book. When these signs present themselves, why do we turn our backs? Why do we forget what our Lord and Savior has taught us? It's time to open our eyes.
"That voice—that was no threat. It didn't come from a terrorist or from an alien or from some time travelers or whatnot. Wake up, folks. That was the voice of God. And he said, 'Judgment Day is upon us. The Rapture is near.' What a wonderful God he is to bring us this news! On that glorious day, just a few months from now, those who believe in him will find themselves next to our Lord in that garden in the sky. Between now and then, it would be unwise to forget what he has taught us. But we are vulnerable creatures. We strive to keep our loved ones free from harm. Human nature dictates some level of fear, does it not? Is that so wrong? Where do we turn? How do we assure ourselves a place in his home?
"I have the answer, folks. It's a place right here on Earth. Yeah, it ain't gonna measure up to that great retreat, but we make a mighty fine breakfast platter if I do say so myself—the Hills in Amherst. We assure you that here, your loved ones are free from any threat imaginable. Those who gather at the Hills wind up in his place. Times like these call for us to band together. Heck, he said it himself, right in his message: 'Use the time you have left to find peace with yourselves.'
"Salvation can be yours at the Hills, for just nineteen hundred and ninety-nine dollars a person. Amen to that."
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Type 88
Science FictionOn an average afternoon, a source of unknown origin broadcasts a strange warning across Earth. In 90 days, the world is going to end. No ransom is asked. No motive is given. Nothing can stop this from happening. As time slips away to the day of rec...
