Tomorrow Was Written

The west wing of Blackwood University had been closed for years. At 11:47 p.m., the library was almost empty. Rain tapped against the tall windows while a faint yellow light glowed beyond the chained entrance. No one should have been there, and yet something inside the abandoned wing was still awake. At the end of a narrow hallway stood a small room filled with old books, dusty shelves, and a wooden desk. On the desk lay a black notebook with no title and no name. Its pages were open. A pen rested beside it. Then, without anyone touching it, the pen began to move. February 17, 2026. A second line appeared beneath the date. Elena Marlowe will enter the west wing at 11:53 p.m. The pen stopped for a moment before continuing. She will find this notebook. The lamp flickered once. The pen moved again. Tomorrow, Adrian Cross will disappear. The room remained silent except for the sound of rain against the windows. More words appeared beneath the warning. Elena will try to stop it. The pen suddenly stopped. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then faint footsteps echoed through the hallway outside. One step. Then another. Someone was getting closer. The notebook remained open on the desk, the fresh ink still shining beneath the yellow light. The footsteps stopped outside the room. A quiet voice came from the hallway. “Hello?” Elena utter. There was no answer. The notebook's pages began to turn by themselves. They stopped on a fresh page. Six minutes later, Elena Marlowe would step into the west wing. And she would have no idea that the future was already waiting for her.