Everyone thinks I’m going crazy, that my father’s death is driving me insane. But the truth is, the visions started just before his mysterious death. It all dates back to the 28th of January. My mother passed away when I was very little, so I never really got to know her. Being the sole child, I and my father were extremely close. So close, that when I fell for a girl in my class, my father was the first person I confided into. But I was shocked when, for the first time in my life, he opposed me. He had met Julia once before and according to him, he didn’t get “good vibes” from her. However, I was so desperately in love with her that I asked her out. She accepted my invitation without any hesitation. A few days later I decided to take her home to meet my dad, hoping that he would realize that he was wrong. On the contrary, when he opened the door and saw Julia, he was furious. He yelled at her so much that, reduced to tears, she ran away. Enraged over this, I decided not to talk to him. This continued for two days, after which I had my first vision. I saw my father being strangled by a hooded assassin. Screaming, I woke up and rushed towards my fathers’ room where he was sleeping peacefully. Relieved, I went over to him and rested my head on his chest. After a few minutes, I realized that his heartbeat was static. Panic stricken, I took him to the hospital where the doctors told me that he had died three hours ago. Feeling abandoned, I ran to the house of the only person who came to my mind, Julia. I was bewildered when I saw that, instead of her house, I was gazing at an empty piece of land. I went to my school and got to know that there was no student named Julia in our whole school. It felt as if I was trapped in a really bizarre dream and was unable to wake up. Since then, I have been having horrifying visions about people dying daily. Often in the news, I hear an exact replica of what I had seen. But whenever I tell this to anyone, all I get in return are their sympathies. So I don’t let these visions bother me anymore. I’m just drowning. Drowning in the vast, bottomless pit of horror that has gripped me and won’t let go.
Visions
