Ask. Me. Anything.

Is It True?

The next day, Anna texts me.

Anna: I miss her.
Me: I know, me too.
Anna: was the alley guy really psychic?
Me: I don't think so. It was just a coincidence. It was horrible, but it could've happened to anyone.
Anna: you're right. No point in going insane and thinking psychics are real.
Me: right.

I don't talk to anyone until later that evening; I call Anna.
"Hey, how are you doing?" I ask.
"Still upset", she says. "And shaken up."
"Me too", I say.
"I may need to call you back. I'm driving, and the traffic is really bad."
"Okay..." I start.
It suddenly hits me, what the alley man said. Anna will die in a car accident. I start to think maybe he wasn't faking it.
"Wait did you say you're driving?"
"Yes, why?" She asks. "But I'll call you lat..."
From the phone, I hear tires squeal, vehicles colliding, and screaming.
"Anna?! Anna, are you okay?"
No answer.
I hang up. I know she's dead anyways. The alley guy really was a psychic.