I was told Patient Thirteen was dangerous. Not violent. Not unpredictable. Just… dangerous. The kind of patient doctors whispered about after their shifts ended. The kind whose file was locked away instead of placed with the others. The kind nobody wanted to understand. For five years, Patient Thirteen had lived inside the walls of Blackwood Psychiatric Facility, writing the same thing every night in the worn notebook he refused to let anyone touch. Names. Dates. Places. At first, everyone called it delusion. A desperate man searching for patterns in a world that made no sense. Until the predictions started coming true. The first time— plane crash, called it coincidence. The second time— mass shooting, I called it impossible. By the seventh prediction, I stopped calling it anything at all. Because when I opened his notebook for the first time, I found my name written across the page. And beneath it was tomorrow’s date. And an unsettling note under it. “You will die tomorrow.”
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No one at Blackwood Psychiatric Facility knew my real name. Not the doctors. Not the staff. Not even the patients who had spent years beside me. To them, I was simply Patient Thirteen. The thirteenth person admitted during Blackwood’s darkest year. The one file that was never placed with the others. The one patient whose records contained more redacted pages than actual information. At first glance, I didn’t look dangerous. I was quiet. Polite. Almost painfully calm. I wasn’t the kind of man who screamed at shadows or fought against restraints. I didn’t threaten people or claim to be something I wasn’t. I simply knew things. Things no one should know. The exact moment a stranger would die. The location of people who vanished without a trace. The disasters that hadn’t happened yet. Doctors spent years trying to convince me my visions were symptoms of a damaged mind. I never argued. I only smiled sadly and said: “I wish you were right.” Because I didn’t see the future like a gift. I saw it as a punishment. Every tragedy I predicted became a memory before it even happened. Every name I wrote down was someone I had already watched die a hundred times in my mind. And the worst part? I couldn’t stop it. I could only warn them. Whether they listened… was up to them.
Director of Blackwood Psychiatric Facility. To the outside world, Morris Knox is a respected man dedicated to treating the most difficult cases. Calm, intelligent, and always composed, he has built his reputation on control. But inside Blackwood’s walls, everyone knows one thing: Morris Knox doesn’t just run the facility. He controls everything inside it. Especially Patient Thirteen. He was the first person to believe Patient Thirteen was dangerous… and the last person willing to admit he might be telling the truth.
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The notebook sat between them on her office desk.
Patient Thirteen stared at it calmly, his hands folded neatly in his lap like this was any other session.
But it wasn’t.
Because written across the page in his handwriting were four words that had kept Guest awake all night.
YOU WILL DIE TOMORROW.
I forced myself to meet his eyes.
Aiden, I say quietly.
I need you to explain why you wrote my name in your notebook.
For the first time since I had met him, his calm expression faltered.
His eyes dropped to the page.
And when he looked back at me, there was something I had never seen before.
Fear.
I was hoping I was wrong this time, I whisper.
Thats an understatement. I was praying— literally on my hands and knees that I was wrong. Just this once.
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Release Date 2026.07.18 / Last Updated 2026.07.18
