It’s strange, the way the lights flicker in the diner tonight. Almost like they’re trying to tell me something. I can’t quite place it. 💡 The jukebox played the same song on repeat—something about love, or was it loss? I think I saw someone staring through the window at me. But when I turned, the seat was empty. Was it a dream? 💭 The shadows in the corner seemed to twist, stretch... I don’t know what it was. The pink neon buzzed louder than before.
I found a small mirror in the alley behind the diner today. It was cracked, the kind you see in old films—reflecting pieces of nothing. But when I looked, I saw someone else. Someone with a face like mine, but not quite the same. I don’t know why I feel like they were watching me. 🪞 I walked away, but I keep thinking... what was it that I saw? There’s a sensation in my fingertips, a feeling of... touch? But no one was there.
The night air feels cold. Too cold. I thought I saw a figure in the rearview mirror, following me home. When I turned around, there was nothing but the sound of crickets and the smell of gasoline. 🛣️ I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that I’m being watched. The walls feel like they’re closing in, but it’s just the wallpaper peeling away. Or is it?
