Day 132 – Deathly Obsession – Part 2

Not bad for 10 minutes’ work.



Word count: 571





Alan fell back into his chair as soon as he got home. His body was going through a physical trauma whilst his mind ticked through the series of events over and over like a pendulum. But no matter how many times he thought or which way he looked at it, the conclusion was always the same: he should be dead right now.



He did not wait until the ambulance had arrived. After awkwardly staring around at the scene, he fled like a criminal – guiltily innocent. Everything was so much more real now; so much more vivid. His eyes had been opened up to an entire new globe of possibilities. There were paths appearing where Alan had never thought to wander down.


Alan bolted the door when he got in. He did not want to be disturbed, not that anyone would ever think to pop round. Alan was not the type of person to have many visitors; he had a single friend that he spoke to once or twice a year. He was only in regular contact with his mother and his doctor and so it was to them that he naturally reached out to.


The doctor’s office rang out. His mother picked up immediately.


“Alan, how did the doctor’s go?”

“Mum, I should be dead.”

She gasped, “My boy, are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you in pain? What’s happened? Hang on, I’ll call an ambulance.”

“No – wait,” he paused to intake breath and prepare his words carefully, “Something happened today. A woman died.”

“Oh dear….”

“A pipe fell off some scaffolding and smashed her skull in.”

“Oh my lord…”

“It should have been me. I was walking along the same pavement. I crossed. I crossed just before it happened. She was behind me at the time.”

“My poor, poor boy! You weren’t hurt though, were you?”

“No, but she died.”

“But so long as you are okay?”

“A woman died in my place. Of course I’m not okay.”

“But you’re still alive, you’re still with me.”


Alan knew exactly what he wanted to say, he just was not sure how it would come out. He knew almost exactly as the pipe hit her head what had happened. Playing it on repeat in his mind, he knew that there was no other explanation. What he had felt inside himself when he had seen the scaffolding was not just an odd intuition: it was fate speaking directly to him. Crossing the road was not out of bad superstition habits or an extreme paranoia of potential hazards, it was a direct result of something supernatural whispering directly into his subconscious.


“Mum, it’s not about that, it’s not about me… but it is… it is…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I crossed, mum… I crossed to the other side when I saw it. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew. Somehow I knew.”

“What are you trying to say?”

Alan cleared his throat and began to form the words that had been screaming in his brain for the past hour.


“Mum, I don’t know how I did it – I can’t even begin to explain – but I have this feeling and I can’t fight it. It’s like my entire body is telling me its the truth and no matter how unbelievable, no matter how impossible or outrageous it might sound, I believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“That I can predict death.”

~ by S.G. Mark on February 16, 2012.

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