Proof The Bible Is True

It was the night before Christmas Eve, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my golden retriever mix, Lucky. She was sleeping peacefully, curled up on the floor. My small artificial Christmas tree was set up on a table in the corner of the room. Its lights twinkled merrily.

 

The rain was coming down hard outside, creating a soothing melody. I decided to take a cue from Lucky and turn in early. As I drifted off to sleep, visions of sugar plums should’ve been dancing through my head. Instead, I woke to a strange hissing sound.

 

The first thing I saw was the digital clock on my nightstand. 5 a.m. The next thing I saw was the water. I lived in an old building that used to be a post office. Everything—the living room, kitchen and bedroom—was in one large, open area. From my bed, I could see water rushing in under the front door, turning the beige carpet chocolate brown.

 

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