Harbingers.

I once shared a story about my visit to a local (long-ago shuttered) psychiatric hospital where I found a bunch of folders with patients' information logs in them. I considered it a harbinger for the future that I am living right now. I have another tale to share with you, and it reaches all the way back to the fifth grade for me ('97-'98). I wrote a short story in which I received a robot friend as a gift. The robot had a Sega Saturn on its front, so that I could play video games wherever we went. Then, the story got spooky.

In the story, I planned the controlled demoliton of the school by laying explosives throughout the building. I waited until it was night, so that no one else would be harmed in the process. We blew it up. With the school gone, I didn't have to go back there again. My teacher began reading the story out loud. She stopped when she realized what it was about, and tucked the page away. A 9/11 harbinger? I believe so. I'm just glad my teacher handled it the way she did. Please, don't try anything like this yourself.