Basically, it was my normal life, more or less everything was the same (there were a few changes to the place I live, a river near my house, a few apartment buildings), and I felt more or less like myself.
It played out as if I was there for a few days, and every so often, I would sort of… lose track of time, or lose a few hours. This carried on for a while, until eventually I woke up in my bedroom, and realised that a good day and a half had passed.
I kept asking everyone what had happened, and they’d all told me that nothing happened, and that I was doing the things I’d normally do with my time - This scared me a little bit. Then when I went back in my room, I went to get some things from my bad, and noticed a scarf that didn’t belong to me, and a woman’s purse, both with specks of blood on them. There was a library card belonging to a woman in the purse, so I tried the net to see if I could find a number, or Facebook page for her, to ask what happened.
So, after a bit of scrolling the net, I saw that this woman had been killed the day before, her body found in an abandoned garage, along with another body… and before I could see the image of where it was in the article, I already had a feeling/ knew the place… After a while it all started to come together, and I started to get flashes of what I had done to them in a fit of rage, then blacked out.
This scared the absolute shit out of me… It all felt quite normal, and absolutely fucked up at the same time… I think the “feeling normal” part is what got me.
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