A VOICE WHISPERS TO YOU FROM NOWHERE IN PARTICULAR:

I have a curse. I can hear the future.

It started two years ago. The whisper was quiet at first, but with time I found I could focus on it and amplify the voice to become louder and louder. In the beginning I thought I was sick — mentally ill — but I soon noticed that the voices were correct in their predictions. First small things, like getting the raise I had been hoping for. Then things outside of my control, like the score of a football game.

It was a miracle. I used the voices to manipulate the people around me to match my desires. Money came easily, because I heard winning lottery numbers in my head days before they were drawn. Relationships were simple when I knew the outcome of any decision in advance.

I didn’t think it was a curse then. But I do now.

A month or two ago, the voices stopped. I didn’t think that would bother me… I thought my gift might go away some time in the future. It’s not the voice leaving that has me disturbed. It’s what the voice said before it went.

“God, no!” And then a low rumble, growing louder. The sound of glass breaking and screams. Endless screams.

And now nothing.

The voice fades into nothingness. ANOTHER ROOM LIES AHEAD, BUT FIRST, YOU MUST EXTINGUISH A CANDLE IN THE FOYER.