The Unfaithful Secret

Most stories start of with people introducing themselves. They say their names, their age and whatever else they want you to know. But you see, i'm not even sure who I really am. I don't remember my name, how old I am or even the last time that I took a shower. All I did was wake up in some random strangers bed. Head pounding like hell, and somehow my clothes had just vanished. Strange right? And now i'm just laying here, not moving a single muscle trying to remember who I am. Who I was. And how the hell I ended up here in the first place. I studied the room for a second. Something about it look so familiar but I had no idea what. Then it hit me. On the bed layed a tie. Now it was no ordinary tie. I've seen that tie so many times before. My teacher Mr. Carson used to wear that exact same tie every day when I'd go to school. The longer I stared the more I remembered. This was his house. Just as I was about to panic, the door opened with a loud creak.