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It started like this, One day the refrigerator wasn’t really doing its job. The milk, beer, etc wasn’t very cold. I turned it up and figured it would pass. It didn’t. A few nights later, all the lights in the house seemed much dimmer than usual. The two didn’t feel connected. I wasn’t worried. After about a week, the refrigerator stopped working at all. I called a repairman.

One morning I woke up around dawn because I heard something rustling in the kitchen. I found a raccoon eating from the garbage can. It was a fiasco getting him out of the house. What was weird was that all the doors and windows were closed.

When I woke up outside, I really started to worry. It was still dark out. I was freezing. How did this happen?, I thought. Things progressed. The heater stopped working. The repairman for the fridge never came. When I called to check on his arrival, the phone didn’t work. Then at once, the power went out. I lit some candles and went to bed, hoping to stay there at least until morning. The next day, I went to the next store neighbor’s place to see if they were having similar problems. Mrs. Chase answered the door. I tried to tell her about all the happenings of late, but it appeared that she couldn’t understand me. She quickly grew frightened as I lost my temper. She slammed the door. I slinked home to gather my thoughts.

I started going to sleep, fully clothed in case I woke up outside, which happened more and more often now. Sometimes I would wake up naked anyway. I began leaving the house unlocked to make it easier to get back in.

I’m not sure when the last time I saw my family was. I have a wife and some children, I think. Where are they? What are their names?

Eventually, the walls of the house started to disappear. It was then that I decided to leave. I headed west. West seemed smart, warm. We always head west.

I awoke from my nightmare. I was sweating. It was so vivid. I couldn’t wait to tell someone. On my way to meet Stonethrower and Longleg, I was reciting to myself the events of my dream. While we prepared to depart on our hunt, I found it harder and harder to describe the events I had experienced. As our party set of to find Sabertooth Tiger, or maybe Wooly Mammoth, I could no longer remember the details of last night. It doesn’t matter anyway. Food is what matters.

Submitted February 02, 2017 at 02:07PM by stourmbringer http://ift.tt/2jYp60T writing