
08/05/2025
After the accident, everything was just... blank. No memories, no familiar faces. When I woke up, there was a man beside me who said his name was Derek – my husband. I didn't recognize him, but he seemed kind, patient, gentle... The doctors said I needed rest and routine, so I went home with him, hoping the memories would come back.
But something felt off almost immediately.
My dog, Otis completely freaked out the moment we walked through the door. He's usually calm and sweet, but he lunged at Derek like he was defending me. Derek said, "WE ALWAYS KEEP HIM IN THE BACKYARD WHEN HE GETS LIKE THIS," and tried to shove Otis outside. But... I knew in my gut that was wrong. OTIS ALWAYS LIVED INSIDE WITH ME!
The weirdness didn't stop. When I tried to call my best friend, Derek snatched the phone from my hands and told me I wasn't ready to talk to anyone yet. That night, I barely slept.
The next morning, I saw Derek near the front door, speaking in hushed tones with someone I couldn't see clearly. I crept closer and when I finally caught a bit of what he said... my blood ran cold. OH MY GOD!