Supernatural.
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'Ouch!' I thought clutching my head as a sharp pain suddenly started in my head. It lasted for about ten seconds then - just as suddenly as it appeared - it was gone. I held my head for another couple of seconds before removing my hands and moving slowly thinking about the kitchen. I wanted a glass of water. I took a step forward and was suddenly in the kitchen. I blinked. That was weird.
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