The End

August 23

Today was the first day of the end of my life. Today was also one of the most terrifying days of my life. It was not a good day from the start.

It all started around eleven in the morning. My damn alarm clock didn’t go off and I was like three hours late for work. I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. I took a second to turn on the radio. I continued towards the bathroom, but was stopped dead in my tracks. I strained to listen, but I didn’t hear any music coming from the radio. The only thing I heard was static. I walked back to the radio and fiddled around with the tuner. More static. I switched it from FM to AM and only got more static. Damn radio, I though. I figured that it was just broken. But by the time I thought of that, I had forgotten about the shower. I tried to call work to let then know why I was running late. And the day got weirder. I picked up the receiver and dialed the number to the office. After letting it ring at least ten times, I hung up and tried again. And it rang again for just as long, but still no answer. I quickly got dressed and ran out of the house. No one. It is summer and there was no one to be seen. I called out, but got no answer. I ran over to the neighbor’s house and pounded on the door. There was no answer. I went to three other houses and I didn’t get an answer from any of them. I ran back to the house and flipped on the TV. Static. I was getting sick of static. I went through every channel available, and all I got was static. I felt I was going to lose it right there, but I held on to my sanity. I had to find out what was going on. I picked up the phone again, hoping to get someone on the other end. I called the local operator, 911, and ever the international operator. No one answered. I picked up the phone book and called homes and businesses at random. After several hours I gave up. Then I lost it. I threw things. I yelled. I broke things. I had a break down. But then I managed to calm myself. I decided that it would be ok tomorrow. That this was just a dream. And if not, I would to find someone because I could not be the only one out there.

June 6

There are no people. Were there ever any people? I am crazy. I think I am crazy. I think I lost it a long time ago. I lost power I don’t know how long ago, and with it most of my journal. Fire. I burnt it along with everything else flammable. Fire is cool. It was a huge fire. Almost burnt down the house. That could have been bad. I also ran out of food, but too afraid to go out and find more. I am glad the bugs didn’t disappear with the people. They are good food. I should write a cookbook, but I don’t think it would sale. What do you think? Ya, what do you think? You know you haven’t been much help in this matter. Why don’t you tell me where everyone has gone off too? No, I have lost it. I don’t even know what reality is anymore. I can’t stand it anymore. I have to end it all. With my death, the human race will be no more. I have to end it. I am so lonely. I can’t stand it.

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He slowly slipped the noose over his head and looked down at the chair. He was still trying to convince himself that this was a bad idea, but was getting nowhere. It had to be done he told himself. He took a deep breath. He was about to kick the chair out from under himself, when the phone rang. The phone. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard it ring. He had to get it before they hung up or he may never hear from them again. He jumped off the chair towards the phone. The rope tightened around his neck and jerked his head back. He was dead before he knew what he had done. As the phone continued to ring, his body swung suspended a few inched off the ground.