Ethan didn't sleep that night.
The whisper echoed in his head over and over.
"Three days from now… someone close to you will die."
He sat on his bed staring at the clock.
2:13 AM.
"Who is it?" he muttered to the empty room. "My mom? Jake? Someone at school?"
Silence answered him.
Ethan clenched his fists. "If you can tell the future, then tell me who dies!"
Nothing.
The voice had always been clear before—small warnings, tiny events. But now that it mattered most, it refused to speak.
The next morning felt strange.
Ethan walked into school like he was stepping into a battlefield. Every person he passed made his heart race.
Could it be them?
His best friend Jake waved from across the hallway.
"Yo, Ethan!" Jake said. "You look like a zombie. Didn't sleep?"
Ethan forced a smile. "Something like that."
Jake laughed. "Man, you worry too much."
Three days.
Ethan looked at him carefully. Jake seemed normal—laughing, joking, completely unaware.
But that was the problem.
The future Ethan had seen always happened exactly as the voice predicted.
In class, Ethan tried to focus, but his mind kept racing.
Maybe I can stop it.
If he knew something bad was coming, he could prevent it… right?
The whisper returned suddenly.
"Your teacher will call your name in five seconds."
Ethan sighed.
"Ethan Cole?" the teacher said moments later.
Every prediction had come true so far.
Not once had Ethan been able to change it.
After school, Ethan walked home slowly.
The sun was setting, turning the sky orange and purple. Normally he liked evenings like this.
Today, it felt like a countdown
Three days.
Then the whisper came again.
But this time… it sounded different.
Darker.
Colder.
"Tomorrow… the first sign will appear."
Ethan stopped walking.
"The first sign of what?" he asked quietly.
The wind blew through the empty street.
No answer.
Ethan's chest tightened.
If this was just the first sign, then whatever was coming was far worse than he imagined.
And deep down, he felt something terrifying.
The future wasn't just warning him.
It was pulling him toward something.
Something he might not be able to stop.