Tomorrow’s Warning at Redwood Station

Warning: I received a voice note from myself dated tomorrow. My own voice, desperate and terrified,

begging me not to go to Redwood Station. I've never heard of that place in my life.

But here's what made my blood freeze. In the background of that message, I could hear myself

screaming. Not the me who left the message, but another version. Like layers of my

own voice, all warning the next one. I checked my calendar. Tomorrow at three

pm, there's an appointment I don't remember making. The location?

Redwood Station. I didn't add it. My phone is about to die and I can't delete it.

It's 2:47 pm now.