The last of the days light is fading quickly, changing from bluish grey, into midnight black. The trees are no more then shadows looming over the ground, or what I assume is the ground since it isn’t visible in this darkness. A light flickers from somewhere beyond the almost leafless trees. I feel a wisp of cool autumn air brush against my ghostly skin. My palms become damp from sweat, this is caused by the tight grip I hold on my fire truck red mechanical pencil. I close my eyes and a vision comes to me, a woman running with a baby. She is running from someone, who I don’t know. Just when she stops to take a rest she is hit with a knife. A glint of steal, a scream, and the frighten cry of the infant ends this dreamlike horror and my eyes open. This was no ordinary nightmare; it was a prediction of something that would happen sometime somewhere in the near future. This is my “Gift” my mother says, but she doesn’t know that this isn’t a gift it is a horrible curse. I will tell you how I gained this supernatural ability if you would like too know, but I advise you for your own good to just put this book back on the shelf and go read the one about magic and happy endings, for this may just be a story that makes you scream at night, stiffing to every faint sound you hear in your room. But if you aren’t afraid then turn the page and let the night mare begin….
