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Jason awoke to the frantic screams of his father. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as raced down the stairs taking the steps two at a time. Jason found his father on the floor caterwauling and clutching a suit and tie. "Dad!" he yelled grabbing his father by the shoulders and shaking him. Hard. "What the heck is going on? Why are you holding Henry's clothes?"

His father didn't answer, the rattled man continued to curse and moan loudly. Jason was on the verge of panic, he had never seen his father in such a state even when drunk. Jason didn't know what to do he was eighteen years old, alone in a mansion with a drunken belligerent father, he slapped his father in the face.

Donald blinked "What the hell Jason!" he screamed

"I had to snap you out of it! I mean how drunk are you?"

"Henry's gone!" the man held on to Jason as if his very life depended on it "He disappeared right in front of me!" the man's eyes were bloodshot and his entire body shook with fear.

"Are you on drugs too? Jesus Christ dad what the hell?"

Donald Tucker didn't answer he just curled up in a ball and began to snivel quietly "He's gone"

Jason stood up slowly, every muscle in his body was telling him to run. He was absolutely terrified, his breathes came in short puffs, he felt as he could scarcely breathe. The television was blaring in the family room. Jason sprinted into the room and gawked in horror at the images that zoomed before his eyes. The broadcast showed stories from around the world of people disappearing right of their clothes. A groom evaporates just as he places his bride's ring on her finger, a skydiver vanishes leaving only his clothes and contacts to plummet to the ground below. Car careen into each other, off the roads, into houses, mass hysteria in the streets, people wailing, committing suicide right on camera.

Jason switched off the television and sat down heavily on the couch, he ran a hand through his hair "What in the world is going on?" he muttered. For the first time in his life Jason wondered if he was dreaming. He pinched himself. Hard. No, still awake. The howling of his father in the other room pounded against his skull. The young man could no longer take it and he rushed outside. That was a mistake. There was cacophony of the devil outside. People were running around screaming for their loved ones, sirens blared, fires raged in the distance. A hysterical wild-eyed man collided into him.

"No!" the man roared "No! No! No! This can't be happening! It's not real!"

"Sir?" Jason reached out for him.

The man pushed him away "Don't touch me!"

"Sir, I'm just trying to help."

"Don't you see? You can't help me! Nobody can help me!" he began to rip his hair "They were right? Oh God!"

"Who was right?"

"My wife, my kids, their damned Pastor! Oh God! There is no hope! Oh God! Oh God!" he drew a gun and pressed it to his own head.

"No don't!" Jason lunged forward but it was too late the man pulled the trigger. Blood and grey matter splattered Jason's face and clothes. Jason opened his mouth to scream but no sound would come out. He collapsed onto the floor in shock he was wrong before. This was a nightmare, one from he would never wake up from.

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