You were told by everyone around
You lost your memories in a car crash
Years later, you discover a journal written by
Yourself that tells a different story...
July 25, 2374
I'm writing right now because I'm terrified,
I usually don't write random days, but now I have to.
I saw the news, there are things invading the earth.
Shapeshifters maybe? I don't know, I don't want to know,
But I'm home alone, and I can hear them in my house.
And they look just like my parents, like mom and dad.
Please help, they have knives and tried to kill me,
I'm hiding in the closet now, I can hear them coming,
please, please help me.
I looked, these aren't the monsters, they're mom and dad,
But for real, the monsters, or shapeshifters,
They're dead on the ground, laying in green blood,
With brown skin, and white stripes.
They're telling me it's them, that they're real,
They have to be, right? They know things only they'd know.
I'll be coming out of the closet in a second,
but I'm writing this as a warning.
If they are who they say they are, my parents, I'll be fine.
Not? I heard on the news these monsters feed on memories.
So if I ever find this journal, and didn't remember writing this,
They're monsters, so my final statement is clear.
RUN
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Short Stories
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