Premonition

Havermouth, Present Time

“You’re not going out there!” The receptionist exclaimed in horror, the phone at her ear. “Yes! Yes! Havermouth High School. There’s a shooter. We heard gunshot!”

“He’s going for the library,” Aislen said with absolute certainty. “It’s raining. The library will be jammed packed, and there will be a bottle nose at the rear door if they try to flee…” She saw it so clearly, as she had in the library on a similar rainy day five years before. “They’re sitting ducks.”

She ran out of the office and into the rain, along the walkways towards the library building, the school grounds so familiar and yet with small changes – a new mural on a wall, different posters on another, fresh paint on the outside tables near the grassy hill where the Triquetra, the jocks and the cheerleaders had liked to sit…

There was a boy on the ground in front of her, trying to drag himself off the pavement, a trail of blood showing his passage. “Help!” He was wide eyed and panicked. “Help m