I was about 6 or 7 years old. i wooke up in my house and there were people all around me. like fancy dressed people all around me in my room, drinking, conversating, etc. i think hmmm this is odd. i leave my room and go downstairs also crowded w/ people. i realize im at some sort of party in my own house. i look in the corner of my living room and see a very tall scary looking chef(w/ the crazy mustache that curls on both sides) and hes stirring this large pot. i walk up to him and say, "whats cooking?" he replies w/ a grin, "i hope you like finger stew" he reaches up the ladel and theres bloody fingers and soup in it. god im disturbed...and i was only 6.

Twenty-eight days... six hours... forty-two minutes... twelve seconds. That, is when the world will end.