Bad Omens

The day began like most others. Blake Alexander yawned as he got ready for work at Charring Cross Hospital. Where he was the coroner in charge of the morgue. His wife was on holiday without him in America, so it would be lonely at work. He heard the doorbell and dashed to answer the door. He found at it a slightly nervous man, a Postman. "Hello," Blake said, wondering why he was nervous. "Here is a letter for you sir," said the postman, "please don't take my life, yet I have some paperwork to do. It's my will." Blake laughed. "You're alright man, I don't take the living," said Blake. "I need a signature for the letter," the postman said. Blake signed for, the letter and took it inside to read. To Blake's surprise, it wasn't addressed to him. "It must be a prank!" He thought. "TO THE ANTICHRIST, COME TO ARMAGEDDON NEEDED TO END THE WORLDS" A book can end the universe.