It is not mine

The thought was not mine. That I know for sure.

I can see what you think. Doctors call it intrapsychic hallucinations. Typical symptom of schizophrenia. But that is not my case.

I saw myself die. I felt it.
It wasn’t a dream nor a vision. It’s more like… a memory. But it is not mine, it cannot be. How could I have a memory of my own death? If it isn’t mine, then who had put it into my head?

I was walking home from work. It was dark, around midnight I think. There was the same stretch of roadwork as there had been in the past three weeks. Suddenly something shot up from the hole in the pavement. It looked like a very thin arm with more joints than I thought was possible.
It reached right into my chest and squeezed my heart. I froze. It was so cold and dark. I don’t know how I could’ve felt darkness inside my chest, but I did. It held me tighter and tighter. Have you ever felt life slowly abandoning you? It’s a horrible feeling. You just slip further away into nothingness. You can’t do anything, there is nothing to hold on to.
As I was almost unconscious, I saw it. Eyes.
I couldn’t see the whole creature, just the angular limp and those staring eyes. The gaze penetrated into my mind. It feasted on my fear. These inhuman eyes were the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. Or…have not seen.
Then I died. And there was nothing.

I woke up on the same street. It started to dawn.

I am very scared.

I am going to die soon. I am sure of it now. And you probably can’t help me.
I am going to die.
I know, because I saw it.