Amazing Story...

A bright sunny, rainy morning brought about the day of signs. He silently lied there resting peacefully. He had the structure of a beast and the length of a giraffe, slightly hanging off the edge of the broke down bed. All of a sudden he jumped up from the flat surface where he had rested for days then he went into cardiac arrest. Shaking, mumbling, back and forth muscle spasms, eyes rolling back in the head. Finally he died! The storm crept in through the window, shattered glass on the floor, the wall was struck by lightning, Christmas tree fell to the floor and lights dangled back and forth. What the hell is going on he thought. There’s a knock at the door. The sound of bells ringing, voice screaming, “ Jontavious, Jontavious, Jontavious!” The house started caving in! The voice that was once there started fading away. He finally awoke from his sleep. Sweating, shocked as he ever been in his lifetime! He got out of bed, made way to kitchen, took a look in the refrigerator, there was nothing so he walked away. Walking over to his tree, he stumbled! There were presents under the tree, his eyes got big. The guy never had money or even went shopping. He questioned, where did the presents come from. No answers but he did inspect the presents. The names followed up to be his neighbors. Ironically, his neighbors been dead for two years. “What the hell is going on?” He questioned again, “There is no way. God, what is going on? I have not a penny in my pockets I spent or prospered, how could this be?” While he took time to speak to himself the world outside was dead. He alone had the world in his hands without even knowing it. Without hesitating, he walked over to his window looking out. All he seen was a dark spade in the night, the wind blowing in the midst of the woods and the branches falling from the trees. The guy starts to cry tears. He awakes again. He noticed It was a dream inside of a dream. He had woke up inside of another dream while dreaming the first one. The expression he showed was sadness, tears started running down his face and that’s when he finally got up from bed. The phone started to ring, he ran over to the dresser, picked the phone from the telephone holder and answered it. “Hello”, he answered. “John, is this you?” The anonymous voice asked. “ Yes this is me, what do you want and who is this?” he asked. “Your neighbors are dead!” the voice exclaimed. He starts thinking to himself. Hmmm…. What is going on?… Is that dream reality?... He fell to the floor; after, he went into cardiac arrest. Before gasping for air to notice he was in cardiac arrest, he died. It could have not been the Jon everyone knew. 4 days later his aunt Clara appeared on his door step, looked in the window and seen his body laying on the floor. She banged on the window several of times and then screamed, “ Open up john…. Snap out if, John! The people are on their way to help. Please John, for me!” The body just lied there on the tile floor shaking. Next thing, Clara walked over to one of the boarded up windows and kicked in through the wood. She got into the house, walked through the kitchen into the room where John laid. She fell to her knees and cried. The cry was weird because she spoke of death upon his soul then she wished life for his remains. After she had done it, ambulance arrived. Paramedics rushed in through the door, Clara started screaming again. She cried aloud, “Please lord don’t take him from me!” Paramedics started lifting his body from the ground, he awakes. He then said, “ Clara, what are you doing here?” “Oh I’m just checking on you, John!” she said. “Can everybody leave now?” he asked. Everybody started to leave out the door. He shuts the door behind them. He finally walked upstairs to his bedroom and lie down. “Oh what a day,” he said. He was sleep again…