Texts From Tomorrow

I got a text from my own number while I was home alone. The message read: Stop them before

it's too late. My hands went cold. I checked every room, every closet,

nothing. Then my phone buzzed again. Same number. Look outside.

I moved to the window and saw someone standing under the streetlight, holding their phone

up, pointing it at my house. I texted back: Who are you?

The response came instantly. You, from tomorrow. They're already

inside. Before I could process it, I heard footsteps upstairs.

Heavy. Deliberate. The person outside was gone. My phone lit up