It was a hot summer afternoon in the city. Josie Cartwright had a couple of hours to kill. She decided to go to the park and finish reading her book.

After parking the car nearby, Josie walked through the main gates and into the park. It was quite busy. There were children playing a variety of games while the parents just sat around enjoying the sunny weather.

Josie walked around the park for a while. Eventually, she found a nice quiet shady spot. As she sat down on the wooden bench, she saw a stone statue half buried in the bushes directly opposite her. It was a medieval monk with his hands pressed together in front of him and head bowed. It looked like he was praying.

Ignoring the statue and everything around her, Josie opened her book and started reading.

After about five minutes, she stopped reading and looked up because everything had gone quiet, maybe a little bit too quiet. There were no birds singing in the trees and everyone except her had disappeared.

She then suddenly noticed that the statue had changed.

He was now holding his bible open with one hand while the other hand was pointing up at the sky and he had a worried look on his face.

Josie looked up into the sky and watched as the storm clouds gathered all around her.

The whole of the sky then turned a fiery red.