Ebenezer's Casket

Ebenezer Clay is not sick. He is not mad. Yet he knows with absolute certainty that he will die tonight at 11:01 pm. No explanation satisfies the question - no diagnosis, no death wish, no supernatural whisper. There is only the clock, steadily approaching the hour he cannot escape, and the growing horror of being the only one who believes what he knows to be true. As friends and doctors dismiss his certainty as delusion, Ebenezer must decide: does he spend his final hours fighting for credibility he will never win, or accepting the strange peace of a fate only he can see? Originally published in Weird Tales, this is quiet, creeping dread at its finest - not the horror of monsters or violence, but the existential terror of being utterly alone with a truth no one will believe until it's far too late.