Being Forgotten
Note: This was originally posted a part of collaborative horror project on reddit. IT did okay.
Oh god. Where do I start. It was just. It was just a few days ago. We were happy. Laughing. I mean, it was good, right? But now... I wish we had never met that man. Then I wouldn’t have this damn slip of paper. Then I wouldn’t remember anything. I would be just like the rest of you. I could just shrug it all off as a bad dream. But we went looking for him. And he came. And I thank him for that.