NEXT IN LINE

NEXT IN LINE

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 23, 2016
Middle of the night I woke up in the middle of the night and he was standing right there with me. In fear I ran to the door, it was locked. I had no other option but to go back to my bed. I asked that thing "What do you want with me?" The thing sighed and I heard under his breath vatten I wondered what that meant. He had started to speak; he said "I am from the future in 4 years you are going to die from heat stroke in 2019. The next day I thought to myself, what does he mean? How did he know that I was going to die, and when? It must have been my father I said to myself. What I wanted to know the most is what vatten meant. Later that night I Google searched vatten and it meant "water" but in lattin. The man must have been thirsty, but the question was, were did he come from or maybe even when? 4 Years Later After school I was walking home all dizzy next thing I knew dropped to the ground and faster then light itself. Then I saw it a bright beautiful light it was unexplainable! I floated gently to that light and that is when it hit me I was in heaven with houses make of clouds and roads made of gold. It looked like that man or whatever it was, was correct but I died in 2020-I think he go mixed up with years. Heaven It's been about two or three years now and "life" was going great. One day I was walking down a stream and I was walking and he was sitting right there feeding the birds I rushed towards him and said, " How did you know I was going to die?" I said. I added "Btw you got the year wrong." He said this to me "I know this because I was Joe your best friend warning you. Thinking you were not going to go to school that day and stay home "sick". "Ok" I said calmly I blinked and then he was gone. I thought he was all in my head but I knew he was very much not in my head.
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