The number that called tomorrow

At exactly 11:47 p.m., Aarav’s phone rang.He almost ignored it.It was a call from his own number.For a few seconds, he simply stared at the screen.
His first thought was that it had to be some strange glitch. Maybe a prank. Maybe someone had somehow copied his number.Still, curiosity won.He answered.
“Hello?”There was silence.Then he heard breathing.Slow.Uneven.“Who is this?” Aarav asked.The voice on the other end finally spoke.
His voice.“Don’t go to the railway station tomorrow.”Aarav froze.“What?”The call ended.He immediately checked his phone.
The call duration showed 13 seconds.He laughed nervously.“Okay. Very funny.”He went to bed.The next morning, Aarav completely forgot about the call until his friend messaged him.
Bro, station at 6? Don’t be late.They had planned to meet at the railway station that morning.Aarav stared at the message.For the first time, the previous night’s call didn’t feel funny.
He decided not to go.At 6:32 a.m., his friend called.“Where are you?”“At home.”“Why?”Aarav hesitated.“I just… couldn’t come.”
His friend sighed.“Fine. I’ll meet you later.”Ten minutes later, another message arrived.Train accident near the station. Everything stopped.Aarav’s stomach dropped.
He searched the news.There had been an accident.Nobody he knew was seriously hurt, but several people had been injured.Aarav sat silently on his bed.The call had warned him.But how?
That night, at 11:47 p.m., his phone rang again.His own number.This time he answered immediately.“What do you want?”His voice replied:“You listened once. Good.”Aarav swallowed.“Who are you?”“I told you. I’m you.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”“It will tomorrow.”The call ended.Aarav didn’t sleep.The next morning, he checked his phone.There was a new voice recording saved in his files.
He hadn’t recorded it.His hands trembled as he pressed play.His own voice whispered:“Whatever happens today, don’t open your bedroom door at 11:47.”Aarav stared at the clock.It was 11:42 p.m.He locked the door.
11:46.Nothing.11:47.Three knocks.Aarav stopped breathing.Then his phone began ringing.His own number.He looked at the screen.The call was coming from his room.
Not his phone.From outside the bedroom door.The knocking stopped.A voice whispered from the hallway.“Aarav…”It was his voice.“Please open the door.”He stepped away from it.His phone continued ringing.Then a message appeared on the screen.
You weren’t supposed to hear this part.Aarav’s eyes widened.Another message appeared.Because I’m already inside.
Aarav slowly turned around.The room was empty.His phone suddenly stopped ringing.Then another notification appeared:
“Call answered — 11:47 p.m., tomorrow.”His hands went cold.He opened the call history. There was a call from his own number dated the next day.Before he could understand it, his phone rang again.
This time, he answered.His own voice whispered, “You finally understand. I wasn’t calling you from tomorrow.”Aarav looked at the bedroom door.It was still locked.The voice continued:
“I was calling you from the past… because tomorrow, you won’t exist anymore.”The line went dead.Then the lights went out.