The King of Terror

Introduction

"In the year 1999, and seven months
From the sky will come the King of Terror
He will bring back to life the King of the Mongols
Before and after war begins."

  The world has to know.
The rest of mankind has to know about this.
I've been quiet for much too long, but so many years have passed now since then, and I doubt anyone would really take me seriously.
Others would call me distasteful for relating such tragic deaths to something that no on one Earth could describe in their deepest nightmares, though perhaps I will be the first to try if others haven't already done this.
I doubt any authorities from Greece or any other country are going to silence me after this.
It'll be too much of a coincidence if this story was somehow removed from public sight.
Though, I hope people will actually read this in the meantime, and I would gather some kind of support in the process.
I have to spread the word.
I have to let people know that there are things out their in the world that can't easily be explained away, no matter how hard the world tries to do so.
The news, the internet, the government, all working as one big safety net to catch suspicions of things beyond normal human routine and livelihoods and silence them to not spread a panic.
But I feel people need to be prepared.
They need to know what's out there.

But in the likely circumstance that no one will believe be at all, I at least hope my recollection of what happened to me and many other less fortunate souls in that ominous year of 1999 will perhaps inspire others to seek the truth.
Or, at the very very least, provide some sort of entertainment to those who want to know more about the dark and vengeful world around them.

The day was September the seventh.
The year was 1999.
The same year that the old foreboding prophecy written by Nostradamus was said to be the same predicted year in which the world was going to end.
And for the time I endured this horrifying experience, I really did believe right there and then the world was coming to an end, at the hands of a monolithic force unlike the world had ever seen.

Yet, know one knows of it.
Only people like me. 

The silenced survivors, having all gone through the tedious process of questioning, filling forms of which stated that we never bore witness to any of the events that took place and to agree with everything every newscast and "official" document pertaining to the horrifying matter, otherwise we suffer the penalty of losing security and home privileges and possibly even life imprisonment.

I suppose I really am taking a huge risk in writing this, but in this day and age, I really am expecting that not a single person would believe me.
Maybe I'm really writing this just to let go of everything I wanted to say and describe that I had to keep bottled up for my own apparent protection.
But I also still hold on to the hope that once this story of my own experiences gets out there, then at least someone will be prepared for when this happens again.