I wake up in what feels like hours later with a splitting headache. I look around to try to gain my bearings. I squint to look around and it seems that I'm in a cellar. I pull on the chains to get a peek through a slightly boarded up window. I see a thin layer of snow covering everything in the area. I close my eyes and groan as a wave of pain hits.
""Sweetheart, I need you to come home at 11." A memory? A vision? I can't be sure how or why thus is happening. But, I remember one thing. There was a lone figure waiting for me at my house. I close my eyes and try to picture the figure again. It was too dark. I wasn't able to see. Where am I?
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How our lives ended & our new lives began.
Mystery / ThrillerAs our lives ended something greater happened. But what?? find out by reading this story.
