[ WP ] you 're a fortune teller , but you have no idea how to actually tell their fortune . Instead you just randomly guess and always get it right .

It had been about three weeks now, and every time I would see people coming back, telling me it had worked, and I was as amazed as them. I was n't sure what I was doing, so I never really expected it to take off. I guess that people were tossing my name around because every day I'd have more customers. 
 
 Then it happened. 
 
 I could n't live like this anymore. Everyday more and more. The guilt started consuming me from the inside, so many people had trusted me, and I had lied to them, but I was the only one that knew. I had to stop this before it got out of hand, before somebody had their heart broken, or lost their job, or god forbid, something worse. 
 
 And so, as more sleepless nights went on, I thought of more ways to shut down my shop. At first I sent a note to the local newspaper, anonymously exposing myself, but the publisher who, to my surprise, had already been a customer rejected my claims saying that their predictions had come true. 
 
 At this point my life was an absolute hell. So when I was driving back home I thought of an infallible plan. I would give a prediction doomed to fail. So I did. The next day, a young man came into my office. He walked in very calmly, and as I grabbed his palm, he asked `` what do you see?''. I lied, and while breathing heavily and unsteadily said `` Oh no. Oh no.'' And repeated that a few times. He, obviously worried, asked `` what's wrong'' `` I-I-I'ts just, I've never seen this before'' I stuttered. I knew he was scared, because he said `` What did you see?'' `` This is horrible'' At this point he became mad and slammed his fist on the table and yelled: `` WHAT DID YOU SEE?'' I, while maintaining character to keep it as believable as possible said `` You will die tomorrow `` He was shocked, and nervously asked `` h-how'' `` You will get run over by an orange car, the driver will be a middle aged man, and it will be hailing.'' I said. `` No way, that's impossible, you're full of crap'' He said while leaving my office. It was done, he had believed it, now all I had to do was wait for him to come back tomorrow and call me out for the fraud I was. But the next day, the only thing I saw was the news report, describing the death of 23 year old Kevin Greyson who did n't survive the collision against a Honda Civic.
