20/05/2026
Part 2 — Every Time She Sleeps, She Wakes Up in Another Person’s Body
Emily didn’t sleep for three days.
She was terrified.
The last time she slept, she woke up inside the body of a crying woman standing on a bridge… ready to jump.
And before Emily could stop her
The woman jumped.
Emily woke up screaming in her own bed, shaking violently.
But this time… something was different.
There was mud on her shoes.
Real mud.
Which meant one thing:
Everything was actually happening.
That night, Emily locked her bedroom door, drank coffee, and forced herself to stay awake.
2:47 AM.
Her eyes finally closed for one second.
And suddenly
She woke up in the body of a little boy.
He couldn’t have been older than 8.
Emily looked down in horror at the tiny hands.
The boy was hiding under a dining table.
Breathing heavily.
Someone was walking around the house.
Slowly.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
A deep male voice echoed through the dark room.
Daniel… I know you’re hiding.
Emily’s heart nearly stopped.
The little boy’s body was shaking uncontrollably.
Then she saw it.
Blood on the floor.
A woman’s hand beside the kitchen door.
Motionless.
Emily wanted to scream.
Instead, she heard herself whisper:
Mom…?
The footsteps stopped.
Silence.
Then
The man began walking toward the table.
Slowly.
Emily crawled backward, trembling.
But suddenly…
The little boy looked toward the mirror beside the wall.
And Emily froze.
The reflection wasn’t the little boy.
It was HER.
Standing behind him.
Smiling.
Emily’s own body slowly raised one finger to its lips.
Shhhhh…
The man grabbed the child’s leg and dragged him out
Emily woke up gasping in her bedroom.
3:03 AM.
She immediately turned on the lights.
No… no no no…
Then she noticed something on her desk.
A child’s drawing.
She slowly picked it up.
It showed:
A little boy
A dead woman
A tall shadowy man
And beside them…
Emily.
Written in red crayon were the words:
YOU WERE THERE BEFORE.
Emily’s breathing became uneven.
How is this possible…
Then her phone vibrated.
Unknown Number.
She answered carefully.
Static filled the speaker.
Then a child whispered:
Please help me before he finds me again.
The call ended.
One second later
Emily received a photo.
Her blood turned cold.
It was a picture of HER sleeping in bed.
Taken from inside her room.
But Emily was holding the phone.
Which meant…
Someone was standing behind her RIGHT NOW.
Emily slowly turned around—
And saw herself standing in the corner of the room.
Smiling.
With black eyes.
Then it whispered:
You were never the first Emily.
