I Went With My Best Friend To Our Childhood Hangout Spot, And We Really Should Have Just Stayed Home

Before his words could sink in, Daniel pushed me towards the approaching fire and was back out the door before I could turn around to catch a glimpse of him. I ran up to the door, tried to open it, but he must have managed to lock it tightly from the outside.

By Jack Follman

Updated 7 years ago, July 5, 2018

Jeremy opened up Daniel’s can and started reading his prediction. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but my curiosity grew when Jeremy didn’t say anything, just read for a handful of minutes. I crept up behind him and started reading Daniel’s faded etchings myself.

I quickly discovered why a hush had washed over Jeremy’s drunken mind.

Everything in Daniel’s prediction was exactly right. Every single detail.

A stiff cold shot into me like an inoculation. My hands started to shake. Daniel’s prediction told the exact story of his life past age 12. It wasn’t a good one.