I looked around. This quarry looked just the same as the one I had left. The trees were still there, the mild sky was the same, and the rocks had moved just as much as rocks typically do. For a moment, I thought I had just imagined it. I wondered if I had just blanked out for a moment and not realized which direction I was facing. This was the only answer that seemed logical to me, so I made a nervous laugh, and decided to head home.
I took the familiar path back to my house. This path went through the main part of town. It was a peaceful and quiet walk. The animals along the way were silent. When I had entered the town only a few blocks from my house, I noticed something strange.
The small white church near my house had a different sign on it than it normally does. The sign usually read "New Reformed church of christ" or something along those lines. But then, the letters were changed into big bold red letters that read, "You are what you eat." I was completely baffled. At the time, I thought it might have been a really weird way for the church people to advocate healthy food for children. It made sense because the church was normally doing charity work along those lines. I didn't think to much about it.
Along the street, I could see the people from the church passing out fliers. When I pass them, a man smiles at me and hands me a flier. The flier reads, "You are what you eat: food for happy people." I turned to the man and asked him what it meant. He only smiled and told me that it was going to be a perfect meal and that I should come.
I was creeped out by his antics, and smoothly walked away from his odd stare. That man had sent a weird feeling down my spine. Maybe it was the way he smiled? Or the robotic way he talked? Most of all, I thought it was the way he looked at me. It was as if he was looking right through me rather than actually looking at me.
Finally I had made it to my front door and inside my hallway. It was my mother. She was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. I greeted her, but she never looked at me. She was staring hard at what she was doing. Lifted the knife. Chop. Lifted the knife. Chop. I tried to talk to her again, but she still didn't respond. All i could hear from her was quiet humming. Hearing her hum terrified me. I never heard her sing before. She always told me she couldn't sing.
When I told her to stop singing, she whispered under her breath in a robotic tone, "We are what we eat. And we will all eat tonight."
I lost it when she said this. I ran to my room and sternly closed my door. I breathed heavily for a moment, and threw myself across my bed. That when I noticed something else.
I pressed my fingers down onto the mattress. My bed felt different. It looked the same but was made out of a different texture from when i had left it. The next few moments went something like this: I would notice something out of place. A bolt out of place, something that felt different, something that even smelled smelled different.
I felt extremely lightheaded. I fell to the floor in relization that this wasn't my room. On the outside, everything looked the same. I knew this wasnt my room, but an almost exact replica. I needed to get out of there...
