Angels, Apocalypses, and Saints.
Chapter 1: The beginning of the end
The impact of the day was a verbal one. The shocking news was that I had won a free trip to "the other side". Not in a good way though. The doctor declared me dead at 6:30 that morning. I had been hit with a baseball at the baseball game. It had been an exiting one. The score was 13 to 13 at the top of the 13th inning. The day was January 13th. Friday the 13th. Everything was strange from the start.
I woke up at midnight. I was having a bad dream. Coincidently, it had been about me dying at a baseball game.
I went to go get a glass of water. I must have left the TV on because just then I heard static. Not just regular static. Eerie static. Something you would find in a movie.
I got up, forgetting it was Friday the 13th, and turned the TV off. Then outside my front window, their was a black cat, with it claws out, and hissing. I quickly grabbed my shotgun and loaded it. When I went outside, the cat was gone.
"Gee", I thought. "That cat must be quick."
I got a glass of water, and feeling adrenalin pumping though me; I grabbed my car key, and carrying my shotgun, went to my car. When I went to start my car, however, it wouldn't start. I went outside to start my car. When I opened the hood, there were bones.
In a panic, I grabbed my shotgun, and went to my next door neighbor's house. When I went inside, the house was full of my friends and family.
"Happy Birthday".
I screamed. Shock and surprise took me over. All my friends looked at me with confused faces. I screamed again.
After calming down, I told them what happened.
"Wow", I heard one of them say.
They all said I needed to relax and go somewhere for a while. They all agreed to take me to a baseball game.
I looked at my watch and said, "What baseball game is at 2:00 in the morning".
"The Retroville 9 vs. the Outlanders in the 7th game of the school series for the dominate championship", someone said.
Despite my protest, we went. The game was in the 3rd inning when we arrived. The score was tied at 7 apiece. The game was going strong. At 6: 28 the game was tied at 13. Then the tragedy happened.
I got hit with the ball. Blood was gushing through my head. At 6:30 I was pronounced dead. Who am I? Only time will tell.
