The Text

I woke up to the familiar ding of my phone. Absentmindedly I reached to the nightstand and fumbled for it.

4:44…. Odd that was the time I was born. Rolling to my side, I threw my arm back over my soundly, sleeping husband, and drifted back into a deep slumber.

"Don't drive anywhere on the 28th of June. You will be in a terrible accident."

Encased in twisted metal and fragments of glass, my mind drifted back to the mysterious text. The hot, sticky blood began to seep from an unseen head wound. Slowly, I let myself succumb to the encroaching darkness as a spectral image of myself whispered, "I tried to warn you….."