The Message From Tomorrow
The Message From Tomorrow
At 11:59 p.m., Tobi received a message from an unknown number: “Don’t get on the bus tomorrow.” Thinking it was a prank, he replied, “Who is this?” The answer came instantly: “It’s you. Twenty years from now.” Tobi laughed and set his phone aside, but a strange chill lingered deep inside him.
The Message From Tomorrow
The next morning, Tobi found another message on his phone. It read: “You won’t believe me, but the scar on your left knee came from falling off your bicycle when you were ten.” Tobi froze. Only his family knew about that accident. His hands shook as he typed, “Who are you?” The reply came at once: “I told you. I’m you.”
The Message From Tomorrow
A third message appeared: “Please don’t board the 8:15 bus.” Tobi checked the time—8:05 a.m. The bus stop was only minutes away. He wanted to ignore the warning, but an uneasy feeling stopped him. When the 8:15 bus arrived, he stood silently, staring at it. After a moment of hesitation, he made his choice. He stepped back and watched as the bus pulled away without him.
The Message From Tomorrow
Twenty minutes later, sirens echoed through the streets. Curious and alarmed, Tobi followed the crowd rushing toward the highway. When he arrived, his heart nearly stopped. The same 8:15 bus he had avoided was wrecked in a serious crash. Emergency workers hurried to help the injured passengers. A cold wave swept through Tobi’s body as he stared in shock. The warning had been real. The mysterious message had saved his life.
The Message From Tomorrow
Tobi rushed home and grabbed his phone. “You saved my life,” he typed. After a pause, a reply appeared: “No. You saved ours.” Confused, he asked, “What do you mean?” Minutes passed with no response. Then a final message arrived: “Because now you’re alive long enough to become me.”
The Message From Tomorrow
The chat suddenly vanished, and the number disappeared as if it had never existed. Years passed, but Tobi never forgot those messages. On his 45th birthday, a scientist placed a device in his hands—one that could send a single text into the past. As Tobi stared at the screen, his hands trembled. Everything clicked into place. The loop, the warning, the crash… and the voice that had once said it was him. He entered a number he knew by heart—his own. And sent the message: “Don’t get on the bus tomorrow.”