Internet legends/myths/rumors/spooky stories

Last Saturday a school fate held by my old primary school. I wont name it for now.
One of the events was the opening of a time capsule burried in 1982. It was a metal cylinder about a foot wide and 3 foot deep. Inside was the usual stuff, magazines of the year, newspapers, an enlarged photo of The Police (band).
As the principal continued bringing out the contents, I noticed a pile of papers (about A4 size) held together by a staple.
The principal started to flick through the pages and as he got deeper into the pile, you could see all the colour drain from his face. He stopped commentating (as he had been doing with each new item) and rushed off stage towards his office.
I know him personaly (golf buddies) and I followed him to see what was upsetting him.
He slammed the door to his office before I could catch up to him. I knocked and walked in. he was already on the phone.
I asked him what was wrong and he just slid the pile of papers across his desk towards me.

here is what I saw:
the first page was a drawing, pretty crude, maybe done by a 5 or 6 year old. It showed a house with a family of stick figures infront of it. I noticed straight away that one of the stick figures (a girl) had a red cross through her.
Next one was a car smashed against a tree. The colours where so vivid. At the bottom it had S. Mazzacatto June 1984.

The principal instructed me to look at the last 5 pages...and thats when I lost the colour from my face!

Clearly drawn on the page was a picture of a space shuttle in flames with a great plumme of smoke comming out of the back..once again, at the bottom S. Mazzacatto January 1986.

The next picture I recognized before I had even time to focus. Two buildings on fire crumbling to the ground.
S. Mazzacatto September 2001.

The next one was another space shuttle on fire, but clearly different from the first. I though it was a repeat, so I skipped over it. In hindsight, I know it was the Columbia.
I wish I had never turned to the last page. What I saw there will be an image that will stay with me till the day I die. I dont want to go into it, but I do want to say this.
Please prepare. Prepare and then double your efforts. What is coming is a thing of horror and many of us are going to die. But some will survive.
The worst part was not the drawing, but the usual signiature at the bottom
S. Mazzacatto and then a date.
ok, I need a drink, be back soon.


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I have only spoken once with my friend (the principal) since last week. Hes even more shook up than I am. Im single, but he has a daughter living in London. Hes worried about her and is trying to convince her to come home. Unfortunately she has ties there and wont come home, even though she has been told the reason.
We had a drink and disScused the drawings.
he knew Steven Mazzacatto when he was a student. Strange kid, always kept to himself and carried a notepad around, although he cant remember ever seeing him drawing.
Steves sister died (drowning) and his dad was involved in a pretty bad car crash that left him in a wheelchair (he was drink driving when it happened. He drank because he felt responsible for his daughters death in the pool)
Thats all he could remember. The family moved to another state soon after.
I want to tell you the date. I need to tell you the date. I have only told 2 people, my girlfriend and a mate of mine when I was really drunk. I thought he had forgotten about it, but he brought it up and I re confirmmed it.
I have neglected to tell you that there was another drawing in between the second last and last. The event in it is bad, but nowhere near as bad as the last drawing. We (my friend and I ) have decided that if theis event comes to pass, we are going to do everything within our powers to let as many people know about the last event.
In my heart I know Steve was right about all his drawings. I just hope to God he was wrong about the last one. Otherwise, I may lose my mind before it even gets here.
I am 3/4 of the way to drunk, so please forgive me if I prattle on,. been drinking too much lately. Who cares right? Cant live forever.