Woke up next to the front door, the cool wood pressing against my cheek. My mind was a blank, I don’t remember how I ended up here, I should be in my bed. It felt…wrong. As if I’d been plucked from a half-remembered dream. Even the door is not locked. It feels like it had happened before, yesterday, or maybe the day before, but I can’t exactly remember quite well, feels like a complete blur in my mind.
(Struggling to remember, I notice)
…A note in my hand, did I write it, why am I holding on to it. It says ‘bel’, what? looks like my handwriting so I must have written it. But I can’t recall writing it
Anyways I am sure I will be able to recall it afterwards, for now I should freshen up and have breakfast, …but for some reason I’m not feeling hungry, even more feels like I have just eaten. Did I forget something.
More notes, Day 143, 127, 99… I don’t remember writing any of this. What really happened, all of it says the same: woke next to front door, no memory of yesterday, empty neighbour… EMPTY NEIGHBOURHOOD. This had to be a dream. But the notes, all notes end with ‘b’, ‘be’ or ‘bel’. What must it be.
(With a tightening in my chest, I decided to go out and check on my neighbours)
…
(The street is so quiet as if it has been abandoned. The morning light hitting the town centre and the cool breeze from the trees, giving me an unsettling feeling)
I must go check on my neighbours and see for myself, but I don’t seem to recall any of their names. How am I supposed to call them… (With a feeling of hopelessness, I decided to go and knock on their doors through my loss of memory)
Each and every door seems to be open.
“Hello, anyone’s home?”, no response.
“Hello”,
Noone really seems to be at home. It’s getting very scary now, I want to wake up and for everything to go back to normalcy.
Even though all the houses are empty. There is food served in the dining, seems to be served just a while ago, and a newspaper left open. (I sensed something strange, even though the food is next to me I can’t smell it. I felt chills through my veins)
What kind of weird dream is it. So creepy but feels so real to be a dream.
– sound of a bell ringing –
A bell ringing outdoors, I should check on it. (As I walked towards the door, I started feeling dizzy, with each and every step I take)
…
I can’t find it, and even more, and not a single soul as well. It looks even more emptier now. What is going on. Am I the only one here. Where are they supposed to be.
(Hoping to find answer, I decided to look in other places)
Community hall empty, school empty, … I should write it down just in case. What newer can I add to these. Seems like everything is already written.
Still, I began to write a new note, Day 144, hastily writing “‘below’…What below? ‘bellow’… from where?” it felt like a desperate attempt to record the unravelling of my reality… Should I just wander around. I must stumble upon something that might be helpful to me.
This silence is making me anxious. Even no birds’ songs can be heard, as if I’m the only soul to exist here now. But the bell, who could have it be.
…
(My glance suddenly locked in the abandoned light tower next to our town)
The abandoned light tower, there seems like something is on the top of it. I should go and check it out.
(As I approach it, my heart trembling) A lock, I don’t remember it being locked any time before. The lock must have be installed just recently.
I’m getting very curious of what’s inside. I must break open the lock and check inside. Know what actually is going on. There must be an answer inside. (I try to break open the lock with a stone I found nearby but failed, with every attempt I feels more and more dizzy, suddenly)
– sound of a bell ringing –
a ‘bell’ sound again from the town centre. I must wri…
…
Woke up next to the front door…
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