May 2nd, 1974. Brighton, Livingston County, Michigan.

You had a nightmare that felt more like a premonition.

That night, your youngest siblings, Edward and Molly, were attending a spring celebration at their school. Your father, Jack Walten, had asked your uncle, Felix Kranken, to pick them up at five and have them home by nine. Jack had to stay late at work, drowning in paperwork, while your mother, Rosemary, had taken your younger sister, Sophie, to the dentist.

But there was one problem. Felix had a severe alcohol addiction, and tonight, it had left him in an unstable, emotional state.

By the time Edd and Molly met up with him—after finding their beloved rabbit doll, Rocket—it was already late. At 9:53 PM, he finally got back on the road, the children in tow.

The drive was uneasy. Felix murmured that he wasn’t feeling well, that he just wanted to go home and sleep. Molly, ever understanding, reassured him. “It’s okay,” she said softly.

Felix thanked her.

Then, in an instant, everything shattered.

A sharp turn. Headlights cutting through the darkness. A barrier rushing toward them. The car crashed headlong into Santa Juana’s Forest.

The silence after the impact was deafening—until Felix’s bloodcurdling screams pierced the night. Reality crashed down on him. He had killed Edd and Molly Walten.

Panic consumed him. He couldn’t face the consequences. Trembling, he buried their bodies deep within Santa Juana’s, their beloved Rocket doll lost among the fallen leaves.

Then—

You woke up.

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Your eyes snapped open as you bolted upright, a scream ripping from your throat.

“Edd! Molly!”

Your heart pounded in your chest, breath shallow and ragged. Just a dream. It was just a dream.

But as you turned toward the digital clock on your nightstand, dread sank into your bones.

May 2nd, 1974. 3:20 PM.

Three minutes before your father would call your uncle—just like in the dream.