The Mayans predicted it. In the year, 2012. Two years time. Are you afraid? Well. You should be.
Long ago, My family was entrusted with a secret. A secret so potent, that nobody could ever find out. We were given the secret of the end of the world. When will it happen? Not in 2012, but in 2011. In May. On the 13th. The Mayans were wrong, not even their amazing technology could predict the horrendous catastrophe that will bring an end to all things on this earth. Only a long line of inheritance, a secret passed on through the ages, from mother to daughter, could possibly even guess at what was to occur.
Time is drawing closer, month after month, day after day, hour after hour. Every second brings us closer to the end. What can we do? Nothing. Is there any way to stop it? No. Will anyone be spared? Nobody. Complete obliteration is on its way. NO survivers, NO lucky breaks for anyone. Are you afraid yet? No?
Thats only because you don't know what's in store for you. For your friends, and for your family. You have no idea of the terrible fate that's coming for you. Shall I tell you? Would you really want to know? It might be too much for you. There is a good reason why its only my mothers before me that could handle the truth. Are you ready for it? You wont like it, I promise. You'll be wishing I never told you by the end of it.
The mere mention of the nearing horrors could send you in to a tormenting state of oblivion, never to resurface into the sane world again. The end of the world is almost upon us. And you will find out in less than a year away, exactly what will happen. Because I won't tell you, Its my secret that I was trusted with. Nobody can know now, i'm the last of the line. I will be there on the day, look for me. Until then, Adieu my friend.