Short Stories

Who Knows?

Remember those singularly odd moments when you can hear a quiet, high pitched whistle in one ear? You rub your ears, try to erase the noise, and it quiets. There must be a reason why that happens, right? Surely there's a reason.

Is there?

Remember the times you have your back to a window, and you can feel someone watching you? Something watching you? Quickly, you turn, and see nothing. Just emptiness.

But do you?

You know those odd feelings you get- not déjà vu- but when you could've sworn you did something, yet all evidence says you didn't? Your brain insists that, yes, you did do or see this thing. Of course it's real.

Isn't it?

And there are those times when you feel nothing. Just hollow. You question life, consciousness, yourself. Your question everything. Then it passes. It's normal. It's a human thing.

Right?

Maybe that high-pitched whistle you hear is someone (or something) else trying to tune in to your frequency.

Maybe when you turn your head, the thing you see is so horrifying that your brain just skips over it.

Maybe those things you thought you did, but didn't do, only happened in another life.

Maybe, when you begin to question everything you know, it means you're really beginning to wake up.

Maybe.

Who knows?