The Town of Forgotten Memories

pale glow casting long shadows that danced eerily on the cobblestone streets. Alex had returned to the house after their visit to Dr. Grayson's clinic,

ns. The town, the people, the strange, constant smiles-it was all too much to ignore. And then there were the whispers, faint but persistent, like the soun

rophobic quiet of the room any longer. The house was dark, save for the dim light spilling from the hallwa

e house where the secrets seemed to lie. The door to the basement was ajar, just slig

here, swallowed by the layers of old wood and stone. Alex stepped carefully down the stairs, their heart pounding in their chest

sound of their voice unnervingly

ans

otten relics of a life that didn't seem to belong to Alex. They stepped farther in, eyes scanning the shadows, and that's when

idn't move, but Alex fel

was enough to make Alex's skin crawl. The whispers seemed to

the house above startled them-a door creaking open. The figur

upstairs, filled with concern.

ey didn't know how to answ

g," Alex called back, the

the hallway. Her face was filled with worry, but there was something els

u need rest," she said,

about the shadow, the whispers, but something told them that asking wouldn't le

nt, following Ellie back upstairs. But the

hoed in their ears, and the shadow in the basement lingered in their thoughts. T

ed through the house. A

distance. In the woods, just beyond the edge of the town. It was faint at first, a flicker o

figure was tall, dark against the night

ay from the figure. And then, just as quickly as it had app

was

hey got there, the figure was gone. There was no sign of movemen

eling that the figure was stil

ness, but then their eyes were drawn back to the room. To the bookshelf in t

heir arms wrapped around each other, but there was something wrong about it. Something off. The clothes the

o memory of this photo. No memory of a time like this. But there they were-Alex

uld th

moment that shouldn't exist. And ye

ns multiplying. Who am I? Who

and the whispers in the basement grew louder once

w if they were read

t

the night, staring at the photo,