Somebody Called Me on My Show and Said He is From the Future
2025.01.23 15:21 Primary-Ad5414 Somebody Called Me on My Show and Said He is From the Future
I’ve been working the night shift at this small-town radio station for the better part of three years. My show ‘Night Vibes’ wasn’t exactly prime-time radio, but it paid the bills, and I got to talk about whatever the hell I wanted.
Insomniacs, long-haul truckers, and the occasional stoner called in to chat about their weird theories or play requests. Most nights, it was the same old thing.
Until the night Daniel called. And that call changed my life forever.
It was close to midnight. The phone lines had been quiet for a while, and I was halfway through sipping my coffee when the line lit up. I hit the button, leaned into the mic, and put on my usual cheery DJ voice.
“Night Vibes, you’re on the air. Who’s this?”
“Mark, I’m calling from the future.” I heard a voice blare from the other end of the line.
I immediately rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
‘Not another prank call,’ I sighed to myself. Or worse, this could be a conspiracy nut. I was about to hang up when the voice continued speaking.
“Tomorrow morning at 7:42, there will be a crash on Highway 4. A delivery truck will turn turtle. No one will die, but it’ll cause a pile-up and lead to a ton of traffic on the highway stretching back miles.”
“Sure,” I said in response, smirking into the microphone. “You’ve got my attention buddy. What’s next? An Alien invasion? Somebody winning the lottery? Or maybe even a zombie apocalypse?”
The voice on the other end didn’t flinch. In fact, he stayed silent for so long that I thought the line had gone dead. Then his voice cut across the static, more resolute this time, carrying an edge of certainty that chilled me.
“Check the news in the morning, Mark. You’ll see I’m telling the truth.”
The line went dead before I could say another word.
But the next morning was different.
I woke up late, groggy from the long shift, and checked my phone like I always did, scanning the latest headlines. My eyes stopped at one in particular: "Delivery Truck Causes Massive Accident on Highway 4: No Fatalities."
The timestamp read 7:42 am.
My stomach dropped, a shiver crawling up my spine. My hand trembled slightly as I stared at the screen, struggling to process what just happened. It couldn’t be real—but it was. The accident, the time, the place—everything Daniel said was true.
For the first time, I felt it: that creeping unease, like the world had shifted off balance. I spent the rest of the day replaying the call, trying to convince myself it was just coincidence.
“People predict things all the time, right?” I asked myself, but deep down, I knew better. It wasn’t just a lucky guess. I tried to chalk it up to mishearing the time or imagining the entire thing, but the knot in my stomach refused to loosen.
When I returned to work that evening, I couldn’t help but wonder—would Daniel call again? Part of me hoped he wouldn’t, but part of me wanted him to call because I needed to know.
As I began my shift, I clicked to take the first call. "Night Vibes, you're on the air."
A familiar voice crackled through the line. "It's Daniel," he said, calm and matter-of-fact. "There’s going to be a fire tomorrow. In the basement of St. Mary’s Hospital. No one will be hurt, but they won’t find out what caused it."
I felt a chill crawl up my spine once again. This time, there was no mocking reply, no sarcastic comeback from me.
I was shaken, and Daniel could hear it in my silence. He did not laugh nor did he gloat about getting it right the previous night. He had simply moved on to his next prediction and that made me panic even the more.
“Don’t bother warning them,” he added, almost as if reading my mind. “They won’t believe you. In fact nobody will believe you. They never do.”
“What the hell do you want man?” I asked suddenly, my voice more aggressive than I had intended.
“You’ll see,” he said, in a matter of fact manner. “I’ll call again tomorrow.”
Click.
He disconnected the call and was gone, leaving me speechless for the second time in two days. This was getting very frustrating now and also made me anxious at the same time.
I thought about calling the police, but what if they suspected me? If the fire happened as Daniel predicted, I could easily be blamed. But since he assured me no one would get hurt, I decided to wait and see if he was right.
The next morning, the news confirmed it: a fire had broken out in the basement of St. Mary’s Hospital. No one was hurt, and the cause was unknown. I tried to move on, but it was too real.
Paranoia crept in, making me feel like someone was watching me, like I was being manipulated in some twisted game.
But this time I knew he would call again, in fact I was certain of it. So when the third call eventually came in, I was already dreading it.
“Tomorrow evening, Mark, at 7:34. A shootout will happen at Riley’s supermarket. One person will die from a bullet wound.”
I clenched my fists as my heart started racing uncontrollably.
“Why are you telling me this? Are you doing this all by yourself? Are you making these things happen? Are you so starved for attention?” I asked, almost yelling into the microphone.
“No, Mark. I’m just telling you what I know,” Daniel replied in a calm voice.
“You’re full of shit!” I snapped, slamming my hand down on the desk. “If you can predict this, why not stop it? Why not prevent people from getting hurt?”
There was a pause, then the voice came back, quieter this time. “It’s not about stopping anything, Mark. It’s about what happens after.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked, leaning into the microphone. “What will happen later?”
But to my growing frustration, Daniel had already disconnected the call.
That night, I realized I could no longer keep quiet. I called the police, and told them about the shooting and the location. They thought I was crazy, but after some convincing, they agreed to station a patrol car nearby, just in case.
But I later learned I was in for more disappointment. The shooting had happened despite the police presence. The footage showed a body being carried out on a stretcher, loaded into an ambulance.
My heart sank.
I didn’t go to work the next night. I couldn’t. Daniel’s phone calls were gnawing at me, and I felt like a pawn in his twisted little game. Sleep was impossible; his voice kept replaying in my head: “It’s about what happens after.”
And I didn’t want to know what came after.
As I sat there in the dark, my thoughts spinning, my phone suddenly rang. The display flashed an unknown number. I hesitated, my heart pounding, but I answered.
It was Daniel.
"I thought you quit," he said, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Tell me what you want," I whispered, barely holding myself together. "What happens after?"
“You’ll find out soon enough, Mark. We’re getting close now. I’ll call again tomorrow. But this time, it’ll be for you. So you need to be in your office for this.”
The line went dead, and I was left in a cold sweat.
What did he mean by ‘for me’? This wasn’t just about some event I’d hear about on the news anymore—this was different. This felt personal.
I spent the entire morning pacing my apartment and staring at the clock. Each time I glanced at the phone, I half-expected it to ring, Daniel’s voice slipping through the static.
By nightfall, I had made my decision: I had to go to the station. Hiding out in my apartment wouldn’t make a difference, and something deep inside told me Daniel wanted me there.
But I was in for more surprises.
When I arrived at the parking garage, I was shocked to find my car missing. It had vanished without a trace, and I couldn’t fathom how.
My heart raced as I noticed a strange figure peering at me from behind one of the concrete pillars. I caught only a glimpse, but it sent me into a panic and I began running towards the exit.
I ran all the way to my office, relief washing over me only after I finally locked the door behind me and sank into my chair. The familiar hum of the studio finally provided some comfort, but it was short-lived.
A couple of minutes later, the phone began to ring.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the receiver. This was it. Whatever Daniel wanted, it was about to happen. Swallowing hard, I finally picked up the phone.
"Mark," his voice crackled through the line. "I told you I’d call. Are you ready?"
“Yes,” I replied after a moment’s pause, determined to see this through.
“Very well,” Daniel said, his voice cold and detached. I heard a sound—like fingers snapping.
Suddenly, the TV in my studio flickered on and my jaw dropped when I saw video footage of myself sitting alone in my car, parked across from Riley’s Supermarket.
A police car was stationed ahead. I realized I was staking out the place, waiting for something.
Sweat dripped down my forehead as I watched two masked figures approach the entrance of the supermarket, guns drawn. In an instant, the police jumped out of their vehicles, guns raised, and gunfire erupted.
Horror gripped me as I saw a stray bullet hit my chest. I gasped, feeling a sharp, phantom pain as my body slumped forward, blood spreading across my shirt. The police eventually subdued the gunmen, but it was too late. My consciousness was fading.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the car. I stood next to a stretcher where my lifeless body lay under a sheet. Paramedics loaded me into an ambulance, while the street, now silent, felt eerie.
I stood in the middle of the road, looking around in confusion. What had just happened? I could not understand.
Then I saw him—a figure standing a few feet away. He had also been in the parking lot earlier, but now I could see him clearly. He had a human shape, but he wasn’t human. His form shifted and blurred, like a mass of grey fog twisting into something both familiar and utterly alien.
As the footage continued, I watched myself panic and run after spotting the figure. The scene abruptly changed to my family gathered at my grave, performing my final rites, while I stood invisible among them.
Suddenly, the screen flickered again, showing me waking up in my own apartment. The TV replayed the entire day’s events: me discovering my car missing, spotting the grey figure in the parking lot, and my frantic run back to the office.
With that the screen suddenly went blank and the TV turned off on its own, leaving me in unsettling silence.
"Am I... am I already dead?" I finally asked, my voice trembling, tears streaming down my face.
"Yes," came the calm reply.
I sat there, trying to process the truth, but before I could gather my thoughts, the phone abruptly went dead. That’s when I saw it—right there in the studio. The same grey mass appeared before me.
“Who are you?” I stammered, jerking back in my chair, fear taking hold.
“I am death, Mark. I’m here to show you what comes after.”
"What could possibly come after this?" I asked, my voice heavy with lament.
“I want you to continue your job as a radio jockey, Mark," the figure replied, its voice chillingly steady. "I want you to be a medium—for the voices that need to be heard. Use this opportunity.”
“Are you kidding me?” I shot back, desperation creeping into my tone. “Who will listen to me now?
The figure didn’t waver. “Go open the door and see for yourself.”
With hesitation, I stood and opened the door. My breath caught in my throat as I saw them—hundreds of grey, spectral beings hovering in the air, their eyes locked on me, waiting. Watching.
“So,” Daniel spoke again, his voice echoing through the air, “what will you do, Mark? Will you do what is required of you?”
I looked back at him, fear filling my gaze as I stood at the edge of a difficult decision.
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https://reddit.com/link/1i85qbz/video/aojzesoeeree1/player
Unconfirmed reports from Afrin Activist Network (AAN) | Facebook
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Armed and masked groups affiliated with the Turkish occupation forces reportedly stormed Kurdish citizens' homes in the villages of (Khirab Silok, Qara Baba, and Meydan Ekbis) in the Rajo sub-district of occupied Afrin approximately three days ago.
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