My Future Is Written in the Comments of My Posts

My Future Is Written in the Comments of My Posts

I always thought being a content creator would bring me brand deals, not bizarre premonitions.

I post like any other lifestyle blogger — cute outfits, iced coffee pics, gym check-ins, and the occasional deep caption about life. Nothing groundbreaking. Just vibes and filters. That is, until three weeks ago, when someone began commenting on my posts — and predicting my future.

It started harmlessly enough. On a lazy Sunday evening, I uploaded a dinner pic: a warm, homemade lasagna. A strange comment appeared beneath it from a user I didn’t recognize:

@EyesOpenWide: “Enjoy it. You’ll break your tooth tomorrow.”

I rolled my eyes. Another edgy troll looking for attention.

But the next morning, while eating toast, I crunched down on something hard. Pain shot through my mouth. My molar had cracked on a small stone baked into the bread.

Chills crawled up my spine.

Coincidence? Probably. But it didn’t stop there.

A few days later, I posted a mirror selfie holding my coffee cup before heading out.

@EyesOpenWide: “You won’t finish it. Someone’s about to crash into your car.”

I froze. But again — I laughed it off. Still, I felt uneasy the whole drive.

Then it happened.

A distracted teenager rear-ended me at a stop sign. Coffee exploded over my dashboard. Thankfully, no one was hurt. But my heart dropped when I remembered the comment. My hands shook for hours.

I started scrolling back through my older posts. The comments had always been there — I just hadn’t noticed them.

“Don’t wear that dress tonight. You’ll regret it.”

“Look left before crossing.”

Each one had lined up with something that had happened. That dress? I wore it to a party where I found out my boyfriend had cheated. The warning about crossing? I remembered a near miss with a speeding cyclist that same day.

The realization settled in like a cold fog:

This wasn’t random.

This was real.

I blocked @EyesOpenWide instantly.

For one blissful week, nothing happened. No comments. No accidents. No weird vibes. I felt almost normal again.

I even filmed a short TikTok explaining the “creepy fortune-teller account” — treating it like an urban legend. It went viral. Everyone thought it was a hoax.

I wish it was.

Because then the letters started coming.

No stamp. No handwriting. Just typed notes on printer paper, folded and slid under my door.

The first one read:

“I tried to help. Now I’ll have to show you why you should listen.”

The second one just had a date: August 3rd.

That’s today.

I didn’t sleep last night. I sat by my window, phone clutched in hand, waiting for something — anything — to happen. I didn’t post. I didn’t scroll. I didn’t even text anyone.

But at 7:46 AM, a new comment appeared.

“You can’t stop fate by going silent.”

I checked. The account was unblocked — or maybe it had never been blocked. It was like it existed outside the app.

I started sobbing. This was too much.

It’s 5:07 PM now.

The power just went out.

The only light in my room is from this laptop screen. My phone has no signal. I’m not sure if it’s a glitch or something more.

There’s a knock at the door.

Three. Slow. Knocks.

I’m not expecting anyone. I didn’t order food. I’m too afraid to move.

And then I hear it… a voice through the door:

“Post something. Let them know what happens next.”

I don’t know who they are. I don’t know what posting will do. But I feel like I’m being pushed to share this. Maybe it’s a warning. Maybe it’s a trap. But if you see this post, if this story finds you…

And if @EyesOpenWide starts commenting on your page —

Do not reply.

Do not ignore.

Do not post.

Because some people tell the future.

But others…

write it.

And your next post might be your last.