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"Mom! I'm home! I won't be coming home tonight, will be staying over at Jake's. Don't try to stop me!" Tim said as he stepped into the house but soon noticed the silence.
"Mom?" he said again but a sense of unease washed over him when silence greeted him once again. Mom always stays home in the afternoon.

He searched around the house, as thought mom was playing hide-and-seek. No one was in the house. Finally, he searched mom's room, but all he found was a neatly folded pile of clothes. Tim tired calling mom's cell, he could hear it ring in the house. Mom did not bring her cell. That made Tim even more unease.

Tim tried dad's cell but no one was answering. Then he tried his office and a man picked up the phone.
"Good afternoon, how may I help you?" said the man on the phone.
"I'm looking for Mr Broven, I'm his son, Tim Broven." said Tim anxiously.
"Mr Broven? Have you tried his cell? We are currently looking for him as well."
"What? You mean he is missing?"
"Yes, that seems to be the case, all we found was his clothes; suit, shirt, tie, pants and even his shoes neatly folded and placed at his desk! Where could he have gone naked?"
Upon hearing that, Tim hanged up the phone and ran out of the house.

Confused, Tim took his bike and rode down the street only to find out he wasn’t the only one experiencing the bizarre disappearance. Many neighbors were out of their house looking for their missing family members. A common phrase arose from among all the confusion ‘neatly folded pile of clothes’.

That made Tim even more baffle, like the world is spinning out of its obit. He rode all the way to his best friend, Jake’s house. When he arrived at the porch, the door was left ajar. The same sense of unease hit him once again. Heavily panting from the cycling, he pushed open the door slowly and an empty house greeted him. There was no one home. He walked into the living room only to see four piles of neatly folded clothes on the couch and a big family bible on the table.

Tim recognized the piles of clothes; they belonged to Jake, Jake’s sister and Jake’s parent. Something in him snapped, in a frantic like behavior, he screamed and shouted for Jake. He called out Jake’s name many times, each time kicking and knocking over furniture around the house.

The destructive behavior lasted for quite awhile and eventually Tim ended up as a slump on the floor. At the corner of his eye, he noticed the TV remote. With it he turned on the TV, it was the news with a female newscaster speaking.

“Calls and reports are coming in all over the world reporting missing people. A majority of the people who went missing left behind a neatly folded pile of clothes. Many reported that people just suddenly disappeared within a blink of an eye. What can cause this world wide phenomenon? Is this the end d-“ Tim turned off the TV.

The family bible which has been knocked off earlier on was on the floor, opened up to the pages of Revelations. Tim who had a bit of Christian knowledge as he was raised in a Christian family had a sudden realization of what was happening.

With his whole body trembling and tears streaming down his face, Tim kneeled on the floor with his hands covering his face. He let out a cry filled with despair, grief and fear; a cry a human shouldn’t be having even in the worst scenarios. He started digging his nails into the flesh of his forearms and ripped out layers of skin in his anguish.

Tim, now in a bloody and miserable state, started talking to himself as if he had gone mad, “All… gone… everything… gone… GONE! Its too… too late… too late now… He is… gone too… EVERYTHING… all gone! Arrrgh… gone… too late… I am… sorry but… too late…”