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I woke up early today, my alarm clock beeping loudly. 5:00AM.
I quickly tapped the top of it repeatedly until I finally found the power button, turning it off as I dragged myself out of bed, slugging over to the light switch and turning it on so that I could see.
I made my way to me closet, opening it slowly as I was still tired, picking out a random outfit. I'm that kind of person that sees whatever looks acceptable and wears it.
I quickly got my outfit on, getting my shoes and jacket on as well. I then went to the spot where I knew I had left my car keys, just on the kitchen counter near my microwave, but I didn't feel nor see them there. I had a suspicion that other smaller objects in my apartment were starting to go missing or move places. It could have just been me sleepwalking again and moving them around or hiding them from myself.
I continue to search around my apartment, until I find them in the very back corner of my closet, buried in the darkness and shadows of the hanging shirts.
;"how did.. these get here..??"
I question myself. I have no clue how my sleepwalking self would have managed to get the door open and hide it in that specific spot, especially since there were boxes and clothes around it, it made no sense.
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Endless Road.
HorrorThis story follows themes of Psychological horror, mental breakdowns, hallucinations, etc. if you are sensitive to any of these, please go away shoo shoo read another one of my stories