Rapture

Those of us who live to tell this tale are, or rather were, the fittest of our kind. The healthiest, those with the least gluttonous habits are all who remain. We now cling tighter to our beliefs of evolution despite what we have witnessed in our lifetime, despite how legend becomes religion. Nothing was evident until it was too late. We stood helpless and watched as the world was devoured around us.

Let me go back to that night in history. It was Halloween. I was a young boy of ten. My parents had raised me, their only child, to eat healthy and appreciate what I was given. They had come to the decision that processed foods were the work of the devil. We grew our own vegetables. We prepared our meals from scratch. We chose very carefully what types of products we purchased to avoid chemicals and processed sugars.

I have to admit that Halloween was a big downer for me. I was allowed to dress up and trick-or-treat with my friends, but being the honest child that I was, I always handed my loot over to my parents. I trusted them. They knew best. I guess I was too young to be rebellious as of yet. They had treated me well, and I never had reason to lie to them. As a reward, I was allowed to choose one piece of candy before the entire bag was tossed into the garbage.

Well, this night, my tenth Halloween on this world everything my parents ever taught me paid off in the biggest way. It saved my life. Little did we know that over the last decade an insidious plot had been set into motion.

I dressed for a night of tricks and treats with anticipation. I was a cowboy that year. With my plastic six-shooter, my lasso and my hat, I ran out the door to meet my friends. The sun was still on the horizon as I rode my bike up the street. Tommy was dressed as a skeleton. Kevin was a vampire. We set out for an evening of fun.

As the sun set, a strange noise filled the air. It was a sound I will never forget. A screeching cry came from the skies. It was all around us. I looked up to catch a glimpse of a giant winged beast circling above us. It had a human like figure and a long tail. The face was contorted in a huge grimace with wide eyes and fangs. Taking a close look at us, it licked its lips and dove. Tommy was the first I saw go. The creature landed on him and devoured him. It tore at his flesh while Kevin and I watched in horror.

We backed away and started to run. I was heading towards my house with Kevin lagging behind. I did not stop. I did not look back. Kevin let out a large shriek, and I quickened my pace not stopping until I hit my front door.

My parents and I spent the night huddled together. There would be no sleeping in our house for days. We heard sirens and crashes. Horrible noises traveled through the air and filled our heads with fear. At the light of day, my father peered out the front window. There was no one in sight. Shredded limbs of human bodies and clothing covered the streets. He picked up the phone and started calling people. No one answered.

The creatures were no where to be found. Eventually, we made our way to the car and drove around town to see if we could find anyone. We came across others. A township was formed again after several weeks. The same had happened all across the country.

It took many months to uncover what we now believe to be the truth. Some of us think that beings from another world came here years ago. They were preparing us for this festival. They had purchased our companies. They had filled people with unhealthy food as a ritual. We were being fattened for a purpose, a sacrifice. The demon-like figures fed on Halloween because it is the largest day of sugar consumption in The United States. The perfect night for sugar lusting aliens to delight in a buffet of fattened pigs for the slaughter. Those of us who remain were all those who had given up sugar in our diets. That is our common thread. It is all that links us.

Of course, there are skeptics. Some say it was the work of something far greater than alien beings. My point is simply that of the chicken or the egg. What if these creatures had been here before? What if our concept of a demon comes from them having visited Earth centuries ago? Perhaps this ritual has been going on for thousands of years. We don’t know when they will be back. I think, someday, they will.

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