It was a normal night.
Nothing unusual.
He was just walking home.
The streets were quiet.
Not emptyā¦
But calm.
The kind of silence you donāt think about.
He had his phone in his hand.
Scrolling.
Distracted.
Messages.
Social media.
Random things.
Not paying attention to anything around him.
Just like everyone does.
Every day.
He crossed one street.
Then another.
Still looking down.
Still scrolling.
Then he stopped for a moment.
Something made him look up.
Not a sound.
Not a voice.
Just a feeling.
He lifted his head.
The road ahead was dark.
Streetlights flickering.
No cars.
No people.
Just him.
Standing there.
For a secondā¦
Everything feltā¦ off.
But thenā
His phone buzzed.
He looked down again.
A message.
Unknown number.
He frowned.
Opened it.
One sentence.
āDonāt look up.ā
His heart slowed.
āWhat?ā he whispered.
His mind didnāt understand.
But his bodyā¦
Froze.
Because instinct told him something was wrong.
Very wrong.
He stood there.
Not moving.
Eyes locked on the screen.
Trying to process.
Thenā¦
Another message.
āYou already did.ā
His breath stopped.
Slowlyā¦
Without thinkingā¦
He started lifting his head again.
Because nowā¦
It wasnāt a choice.
It was fear.
He looked up.
And what he sawā¦
Didnāt make sense.
A car.
Coming straight at him.
Fast.
Too fast.
No lights.
No sound.
Nothing.
Just movement.
His body reacted too late.
He tried to move.
But it was already there.
Everything went dark.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Thenā¦
A sound.
Faint.
Distant.
Like something turning on.
His eyes opened slowly.
He wasā¦ somewhere else.
Not the street.
Not outside.
A room.
White.
Bright.
Too bright.
He tried to move.
Couldnāt.
His body felt heavy.
Frozen.
Then he heard voices.
Close.
āIs he awake?ā someone said.
āI think so.ā
His heart started racing.
āWhatās happeningā¦?ā he whispered.
No answer.
Then someone stepped closer.
Looked at him.
And said something that made everything worse:
āRelax.ā
āYouāre safe now.ā
Safe?
From what?
His mind raced.
āWhat happened to me?ā he asked.
Silence.
Then the answer came.
Calm.
Too calm.
āYou didnāt make it.ā
His heart stopped.
āWhatā¦?ā
āYou died on impact.ā
Everything went silent.
Cold.
Empty.
āThatās not possibleā¦ā he whispered.
But deep downā¦
He knew.
He remembered.
The car.
The darkness.
That moment.
Then suddenlyā¦
His phone appeared next to him.
On a small table.
Screen on.
One last message.
From the same number.
āYou shouldāve listened.ā
His breath stopped.
Because now he understood something terrifying:
That messageā¦
Didnāt try to save him.
It just told himā¦
What was already going to happen
