Three Years From Now, I’m Still Here (But I Shouldn’t Be)

I used to believe my life would be better in three years. That’s what they all say, right? Self-improvement, new habits, a brighter future. But every night, at exactly 2:13 AM, my phone buzzes with a calendar reminder I never set: “Are you happier yet?” The date always reads three years ahead—down to the minute. Last night, I finally replied. My screen flickered, and a photo appeared: me, older, eyes hollow, standing in a room I don’t recognize. The timestamp? Three years from tonight. I haven’t slept since. I don’t think I ever will again. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality