Day 1

The story I must tell is long and difficult and I don’t really know how and where to start. In truth, I don’t even know why I decided to do this in the first place, but I guess it feels like I know something that needs to be shared with the rest of the world. Maybe that makes me arrogant, I truly do not know. I’m worried that this might all be for naught anyway. Who is going to read my story in this digital age?

Anyway, I guess I’ll just start at the beginning. I was a young boy forced to become a man too quickly. My parents were taken from me by forces which I did not understand, and my sister was taken too. I was left to wander this dark and desolate world all by myself.

There was always another monster in the closet, a demon hiding under my bed. Most of my time was wasted being scared of everything and everyone. Let the dawn come quickly to chase away these dark days that haunt me. I'm sorry to say that very little has changed in the past sixty years. I'm still scared.

The things that shape us, define us, they always stay with us. It wasn't just loss and grief that defined me though. It was a betrayal. That’s why I’m talking to you instead. I hope that you can learn something from all of this. That this will somehow matter in the end.

I mentioned before that my parents and sister were taken from me, but that isn't entirely accurate. They weren't taken. They were completely erased from existence like they never existed in the first place. At first, I thought I was going insane, but over time I realized everybody else was going crazy.

No amount of evidence could convince stoic police officers to believe my story, to accept that there might be more than the eye can see. I became the village idiot, mocked by those I had called my friends. Soon the people who had disappeared became a distant memory. Until one day fate struck again and it was me who disappeared.