[ WP ] You come across a prophetic book . It does not predict what will happen in the future per se , but it does predict exactly what WO N'T , CA N'T , and CAN NEVER POSSIBLY happen .

It was a rust colored book with a lone symbol etched into its rind. Silvery string embroidered a broad ring onto its cover. Ashley's foot just nicked it as she was leaving the charred remains of the abandoned library. 
 
 `` This place sucks, let's go,'' echoed a voice through the soot and parched wood. 
 
 `` One sec Maya, I think I found something,'' Ashley said inspecting the peculiar bind. 
 
 The book was strangely warm to the touch. 
 
 `` What is it?'' Maya asked, still anxious to leave. 
 
 `` It's a book,'' Ashley said probing each page. `` Somehow did n't burn.'' 
 
 `` Let me see.'' Maya quickly sifted through the pages - each were devoid of text. 
 
 `` No writing, probably a diary or journ-'' Maya had found a single page in the back with writing that stalled her tongue. 
 
 In small writing at the top, an illegible date was inscribed by what appeared to be a pen. And below was written a single note: 
 
 *Maya, DO NOT let me have this book. This is my final entry. I wo n't use it right. I ca n't be without it. I will never be the same. * 
 
 `` What the fuck?'' Maya said pausing to reread. 
 
 `` Huh?'' Ashley replied. 
 
 `` You're fucking with me right?'' Maya said, eyeing Ashley suspiciously. `` Ha-ha. Real funny. Let's goooo, it's getting dark.'' 
 
 Ashley looked at Maya silently. `` What?'' she said befuddled. 
 
 `` You obviously just set it there when I was n't looking,'' Maya said. 
 
 `` Set what there?'' Ashley replied curiously. 
 
 `` The fucking book. Duh. Ash, let's go seriously.'' 
 
 `` Uh. I just found it.'' Ashley was still confused. 
 
 `` Whatever. Here, take the book. Let's go.'' Maya grouchily handed the book to Ashley. 
 
 The next morning Ashley woke, her tired eyes shifted to the book that lay upon her dresser drawer. Ashley looked for a pen and then turned to the first page, perhaps to write an entry. Her heart skipped a beat when she found an excerpt already written in her handwriting. 
 
 *Today is April 5th. Maya gave me a diary I found in the library. It's morning now, and ca n't think of much to write. * 
 
 *Evening now. Still not much to write. But I'll think of something. Maybe tomorrow* 
 
 
 
 
 
 

