I was home alone at night. My family was gone for a week and I had the whole house to myself; I could do absolutely anything I want…except the silence was uncomfortable, as if the shadows were closing in on me, suffocating me. Something was wrong though. My ears strained to hear what was there, lurking, my back tense and ready to spring at a moment's notice.
There it was again. It was coming from the kitchen.
Again I unraveled myself from the warmth and security of my blankets on my bed. Immediately my body broke out in goose bumps, the cold seeping its way into my bones and confidence. Fear made my breathing ragged and uneven. Even when common sense told me to stay hidden and that it was nothing, my body wouldn't listen. It was as if my body was in a trance. I trudged my way down stairs not making any noise and stealthily walked into the kitchen.
The only light on was the one above the sink, creating a gloomy glow, not even reaching the far corners of the room. My body reacted before I could. I was already was at the sink looking into the drain. I had found the mystery noise: the faucet was on, only dripping every five seconds. I turned it off, but then it occurred to me that I never even touched the sink and it wasn't on at all today. And there was something in it, but I couldn't identify the substance in time.
A shadow moved in the refection of the sink.
I whipped around and there stood a figure cloaked in the shadows. I looked closer. I couldn't see his face; it was always blurry beyond my ability to identify him. And I relaxed because I knew this figure, this human.
"Oh it's just you! You really scared the hell out of me!" But my voice trembled. Something wasn't right here.
He was moving closer, his movements different: more feral.
I shied away, but made it barely an inch before my back hit the cold counter. Something behind him caught my attention. It was a calendar, and the date circled was March 22, 2013. It was as if I was watching a horror movie, but this time I was the victim. I knew he was about to kill me. I could see it; I could feel it, but…..
I sat up in my bed gasping for breath as if I've ran a mile. My body was glistening with sweat, heat emanating from my body in waves. My bed sheets were soaked, the blankets kicked off forgotten and abandoned on the floor.
It had happened again.
The same nightmare continuing for about a week now and yet they never go away. No matter what I do to control the fate and change the future of my dream, it never works. A continuous loop of fear, despair, and death I have not yet seen. And yet I felt it coming, but the dream stops short. The face of the killer blurred and unknown, yet I relaxed as if I did know the person.
I need help.
My body can't take much more of this. No sleep, not eating much, and my attitude taking a complete plunge for the worst. It was a nightmare and yet it was real. 'How do you know its real?' you say. It's elementary my dear.
My name is Max Martinez. I can foresee the untold future. And for the first time in my life I have witnessed my own death.
Is that real enough for you?