Time to leave future telling to Ms Cleo . Yeah . about that . <| sep |> I see my phone ' s notification light blink . I think That ' s funny , it ' s too late for someone to be texting me . I lazily roll over and unlock the phone . It ' s a Snapchat add notification . I open the app and check the user . It ' s my old friend Jim from high school . That ' s creepy , I mouth to myself as I accept the request . I thought he died in that accident after prom . I can ' t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong with the whole affair , but I ' m too tired to delve mentally into this . I go to check my other friends ' stories , and notice Jim has an active story , an impossibility , given the 24 hour viewing timeframe . Curious , although apprehensive , I tap the story . It ' s a video . A video of his car , driving downtown . The car turns down my street and it ' s over . Shaken , I check my other friends ' stories , and see all manner of pets and food . Jim ' s story updates . It ' s a picture of my house . It ' s a picture of my house in the dark . I start sweating . I get up to lock my door , feeling now very nervous . I know that it ' s probably just my brother pulling a prank on me , but I was never one to take any chances . Jim ' s story updates . It ' s a picture of the inside of my entrance . I breath in sharply . I delete the app , not wanting any more of this . I ' ll check it in the morning , laugh it off with my brother , I tell myself , but I get the sinking feeling this has nothing to do with him . The stairs creak outside my door . I gulp and say goodbye .