Down Memory Lane ✓

15- The Warning

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The Warning

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NO ONE was home when I got back, giving me time to mull over Tony's advice and act on it. I poured myself some cereal and got my laptop before typing in the search bar, the cave of memories.

The sites that came up talked about other things, like the Cave of Winds, which was an actual place in Colorado. But that wasn't what I was looking for, so I kept scrolling till an article caught my eye.

Could there be anything like a cave of memories?

I clicked on it and it took a while before it opened, but it finally did. It was a blog by a lady, Dr. Shania Brown. A neurologist.

This should seem interesting.

I skimmed through it but it was only assuming if there was a cave of memories, what could it mean for us, especially people with mental degenerative illnesses?

It was all just speculation, with no substantial fact. Well, not like the one I had where I had been in one and was now trying to find my way out. But a thought struck me as I remained on the article.

What would have made her think of this and even use the exact term, the cave of memories? Before I left the site, I bookmarked it, though I doubt I would remember when I woke up from all this. I hoped I wouldn't remember any of this.

I did some more digging that didn't amount to anything. I was about to leave Google when a site caught my attention and I clicked it. It was an article titled She Was Stuck in Her Head. I found it peculiar, but what came next blew the article's name out of the water.

I could only stare with wide eyes and parted lips as I read, Interview with Miss C. Williams.

That couldn't possibly be me.

The shock only increased when I saw the date on the article. August 2020. In my real life, it was the year 2019, so how could an article like this exist, especially if it was 2016 here in the past?

Before I could get any words, my laptop screen started blinking on and off. Was the battery dead? I rushed to my room with the laptop to get my charger, but by the time I plugged it in, it went off completely. Even the light that showed it was charging wasn't coming on.

Great. Now what?

Before I could form a cohesive thought on what to do next, a loud noise jolted me to my core. I froze before I frowned and then headed downstairs where I believed the noise was coming from. It sounded like someone was talking. Was the TV turned on? It wasn't when I was there.

I stepped into the living room to find it on, but whatever it was showing wasn't clear. It was a blurry screen of black and white moving dots. The sight alone was enough to make me dizzy. I shook my head to stay alert but didn't need to as the voice that came next awoke every nerve fiber of my being.

"You're very special, but you're not getting out of here until you're done with all three chances. And try not to do what you're going to think of because if you do, you'll cause more harm than you think."

The voice echoed in and around me and, covering my ears, did nothing to tune the voice out. In the next instant, there was deafening silence while I stood stunned and unmoving.

The voice sounded raspy and sickening and it wouldn't surprise me if Mrs. Walker, Julian's mom, and our neighbor, rang the bell asking what was the noise.