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I open my eyes and see a man... Very obese man. He sits in a chair in a middle of the room, and he's burning. A column of fire and black smoke rises up from his belly licking the ceiling. Streams of molten fat drip down onto the floor catching ablaze. Suddenly his head moves and a pair of milky-white eyes appears amidst flames.
On this the image ends.
It started a few months ago. Like a dim glimpse somewhere on the back of my mind. Like a vague recollection of a dream you had another night but was too busy all the time to stop and give it a peace of mind. Now, I can't help myself but returning to it constantly in my thoughts. I just can't shrug it off - the feeling, that there's more to it. That this is not just a weird dream, bur real memory.
I know, it sounds ridiculous. How could I forget something like this happening? Although after the concussion I've got in the car accident a year ago I have reasons to question my memory. But no. How could I possibly witness something like this? I tried to rationalize, thinking that this is the way my brain process the traumatic experience of the crash. A man on fire - the burn's I've got. Makes sense right? I even went to talk to the guys from the rescue teem who found me then hoping it'll help me to come to terms with all this stuff. Well, they said there was no fire. Later I went to see the wreckage of my car - no signs of anything burning there. How did I get burns on my arm?
Another thing is this key. You see, I have my keys in this bunch. It barely fits in my hand now, and my friends never miss a chance to mock me about it. All my keys are here: from my house, my new car, old car, from a drawer in a desk in my room in parent's house from when I was a kid. I just keep adding new ones. And I know them all. Except for this one. It's of pretty old design and has bits of some plastic gunk stuck to it. I would have no trouble to identify what it opens. But I can't. Second day since when I've spotted this key and I have no clue.
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Something came to me this morning. New fragments?
I wasn't sleeping, rather half awake. I saw the fat guy. Not in fire this time. He was talking to someone I couldn't see. Except for the shadow. Was he talking to his own shadow? One way or another, it was clear by his voice that he's scared. I felt confused, hazy in my head, as if struggling to remain conscious. My eyes closed. And when opened again I saw the fat guy standing at me as I lay on my back. His eyes were rolled, and black smoke was flowing down from his gaping mouth.
What the hell could it mean?
I packed my bag and will be ready to leave in one hour. I'm going to drive to the crash site. What if it all indeed connected somehow.
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I barely avoided smashing my car the second time.
God damn it! I swear it was him. The fat guy. I saw the man standing on the road. The next moment he has set himself on fire and launched toward me. I even haven't had enough time to slow down, so I turned to the side to avoid him and hit the breaks nearly getting to the ditch.
As I walked out from the car - nobody was there. Am I really seeing things now?
But there's more to it. In the ditch aside the road I saw a piece of car bumper and a bunch of glass shards. I grabbed my GPS navigator - this is the place. This is the same damn spot where I crashed last year. And those were bits of my old car!
Shivers ran down my spine. I stood upright and looked around.
I've been laying here unconscious for almost two days before they had found me. Mild concussion, significant burn on my right arm and few cut's here and there. I can say I was pretty lucky.
Now I'm writing this in my car. It'll calm me down after the recent encounter. Honestly, I have no idea what I've expected to find here.But in the corn field aside the road I've spotted some remnant's of what apears has been a building at some point. I'm going to go there and check it up next.
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