Predicted Nightmare

When the app Fate Sync was released, it took the world by storm. It promised to give users an unparalleled glimpse into their futures, offering predictions that were precise to the point of being unsettling. At first, it was a curiosity—a fun tool, something people used to spice up their lives, to see if they'd make it big or fall in love. But soon, it became an addiction.

Mia Torres, a struggling freelance writer living in her cramped apartment in Brooklyn, was one of the first to download it. It came with rave reviews: “The future in the palm of your hand,” one review said. “It’s so accurate it’s spooky,” another one read.

Mia, always skeptical but intrigued by new things, installed it on her phone.

The first prediction came within minutes.

FateSync: "At 11:03 PM, you will meet someone from your past. They will give you an unexpected opportunity."

Mia chuckled. It was 9:45 PM. She had no plans tonight, other than to finish a half-hearted article about the latest Netflix series. She shook her head and put her phone down. Ridiculous.

But at 11:03 PM, her phone buzzed.

It was a text from Greg, her old college roommate. She hadn’t heard from him in over a year.

Greg: "Hey, Mia. Long time, huh? Got a weird job offer for you. I’m starting a content agency and I need a writer. Interested?"

Her heart skipped a beat. The timing. It was eerie. But the job offer—an actual opportunity. Mia’s mind raced. Was this a coincidence? Or was the app real?

She immediately typed back, her fingers trembling.

Mia: "I’m in. What’s the next step?"

That night, she went to bed with a sense of excitement. She had a real shot at something—something that could change everything. But as she closed her eyes, a thought gnawed at her. The app had predicted this. What if it was more than just an app?

The next day, Mia threw herself into the new job. Greg’s agency was small, but it had big aspirations. As she worked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that everything around her had a sense of inevitability, as if her actions were being guided by some unseen force.

She thought about the app.

A few days later, FateSync buzzed again, this time in the middle of the afternoon while Mia was working on a new article for Greg’s agency.

FateSync: "You will receive an unexpected email. It will come with an offer that you can’t refuse."

Her pulse quickened. Another prediction. Mia tried to ignore the unease creeping into her mind as she checked her inbox. Her eyes widened when she saw the subject line of the first email: “Exclusive Publishing Offer for Mia Torres.”

She clicked on it immediately.

It was an offer from Masthead Publishing, a renowned company she had dreamed of working with since she started writing. They had read one of her freelance articles and were offering her a book deal—an advance, a publication, everything she had ever wanted.

Mia could hardly believe it. This wasn’t just a fluke. This was it.

But in the back of her mind, a warning bell rang. She’d received two predictions from the app—both of them coming true, almost exactly as described.

She stared at her phone. What if there was a price to pay? A price she didn’t understand yet?

It wasn’t until two weeks later that the real nightmare began.

That night, she got another prediction.

FateSync: "At 7:30 PM, you will make a decision that will change your life. It will bring success—but at a terrible cost."

The words made Mia’s skin prickle. She didn’t know what to make of them. What decision? Success was all she had wanted for so long. But at a terrible cost? What kind of cost?

At 7:30 PM, she sat down with her phone to respond to an email from Masthead Publishing. They were pushing her to make her decision fast, promising her a life-changing deal. All she had to do was sign the contract.

Her finger hovered over the signature line. The app’s prediction echoed in her mind. She could feel the weight of the decision, but she pushed it aside. She had worked so hard for this. This was her chance.

She clicked send.

The next morning, Mia’s world shifted on its axis.

She woke up to a series of missed calls, all from Greg. She checked her voicemail.

"Hey, Mia, this is Greg. I don't know how to say this, but... I’ve been hacked. Someone’s been stealing all our client files. And it's getting worse. We're being investigated. I might go to jail over this. I’m sorry, I didn’t know."

Mia froze.

What did this mean? Greg had been part of the agency she had joined. She had signed on the dotted line, trusted him, and now it seemed everything was falling apart.

She grabbed her phone to check the email she’d sent to Masthead Publishing. But before she could open it, another notification from FateSync popped up.

FateSync: "You will lose everything you’ve worked for. The deal you just signed will be the cause of your downfall."

Her breath caught in her throat. The app had predicted it. It always predicted it.

Mia tried to focus, tried to think rationally. But panic was setting in. She opened the email from Masthead Publishing. To her horror, it was already too late.

The contract she had signed wasn’t real. It was a sophisticated scam. She had just signed away her rights, her name, and her work to a fraudulent company. The publishing deal was a trap designed to steal her creative property and ruin her reputation. The more she read, the worse it got.

And then, the phone rang. It was the police.

"We need you to come down to the station. You’re listed as a suspect in an ongoing investigation into fraud. Can you come in today?"

Mia tried to call Greg, but his phone was disconnected. She tried emailing him, but he didn’t respond. The days stretched into a nightmare. Her bank accounts were frozen, her social media was hacked, and her reputation was completely destroyed.

Each time she tried to move forward, another notification from FateSync would appear.

FateSync: "It’s not over yet. The worst is still to come."

By the time Mia was officially charged with involvement in a fraud scheme she hadn’t even been aware of, she was no longer sure of anything. The predictions kept coming—each one more sinister than the last, each one weaving a darker web around her life. Every action she took seemed to tighten the noose.

"You will lose everything. You will be left with nothing but the ashes of your dreams."

Mia couldn’t escape. The app had predicted her downfall, and every attempt to fight back only brought more ruin. Her friends, her family—they all turned their backs on her, unable to believe what was happening. Her once-promising career as a writer was destroyed, and her future was a blur of uncertainty.

Days turned into weeks. Mia's apartment felt like a prison, each corner haunted by the shadow of FateSync. She had deleted the app, deleted her social media, tried everything she could to erase the digital presence in her life. But it was no use. The predictions kept coming.

FateSync: "You’ve made a mistake, Mia. You can’t escape me. You can’t escape the future I’ve laid out for you."

One night, after months of torment, Mia gave in to despair. She sat on her bed, staring at the glowing screen of her phone, wondering if there was any point in going on. Her life was shattered, a series of catastrophic events strung together like a necklace of broken promises and shattered dreams.

Then, just as she was about to delete the app for good—hoping against hope that she could finally rid herself of the torment—another prediction came through.

FateSync: "This is the end, Mia. You will never escape the cycle."

Her fingers trembled as she read the words. This is the end.

Her heart stopped. The app was right.

The cycle was endless.

And Mia Torres would never escape.

The app had predicted everything, down to the very last detail. It knew her future—it had always known.