He was a boy who in his youth had visions of the future that he could not explain. He did not know what they were at the time but for Preston Laidman they were real and they horrified his being. By the age of six he drew the connection that what he was seeing was tied to future events that came true. Initially these were minor incidents such as having a premonition of a thunderstorm or the knowledge of the outcome of a sporting event. But by the age of nine his premonitional powers were taken to another level of darker and more sinister abilities, such as foretelling accidents and death. Preston did not know when the premonitions were going to happen or what they were going to be about in terms of specifics. But the young boy could always sense and feel one coming around the corner in his mind. When he got them he became paralyzed and went into a trace like state until the premonition was complete.
He did not tell anyone about his powers because he did not want people to think he was weird or crazy. But when he saw the visions of three people's deaths and then only a short time later they came true he felt a certain obligation to warn people that they were going to die. He would tell them how it was going happen, but he did know when. The absence of the when made it hard for people to avoid their death which usually came in the form of a random accident.
It was always strange when the ten year old Preston would go up to someone in public and warn them that they were going to die in some manner. The people would then look at the little Preston and merely pat him on the head and dismiss what he said as an overactive imagination.
Then just as Preston turned thirteen he had a premonition of a man following him down the street and putting a fake gun to his back and pretended to shoot him. He knew that once he had the premonition that the death was going to take place in the next two weeks, so he decided not to leave his house for this period of time.
Then one day as Preston lie in bed he saw himself in another premonition, as a man in a black trenchcoat was following him down the street. It was the same man he had seen in his previous premonition but this time the man had a real gun and pointed it at the head of Preston. Preston screamed at himself to run but it was too late as the man had already pulled the trigger and Preston was killed.
The next morning Preston's parents found him dead in his bed with a bullet hole in his brain.