"It's Not Just In Your Head."
I saw it again. That creature or something. I don't know what is it but it's everywhere. I told my friends about it and they told me it's in my head. Maybe they are right. I must be going crazy. I should just ignore it.
"Hey." Someone whispered. Is it that thing? No, It can't be. It's not. It's not.
"You can see me." It is. It is. I tightly closed my eyes.
"Excuse me." Whatever it is, it's really polite. I looked at it. "Thank you. You can see me right?" I nodded.
"Good. I actually need your help." I shaked my head.
"You won't help me?" It asked.
"It's just a hallucination. It's just in my head." I started muttering.
"No no. It's not just in your head. I am real. It's just that only some people can see us." It said.
"Us?" I asked.
"Yes. There are a lot of us. I was with my family but I got lost. And no one could see me so I couldn't ask for directions. By the way I am Stacy." It said.
"Stacy? You have such a-" I said. It looked at me questioningly.
"Such a normal name." I said. "Where do you have to go?" I asked.
"Here." It gave me a piece of paper. "I know this place. I turned on my laptop and typed in the address. "See?" I said. "And by the way I am Monica." It smiled.
"Thank you Monica. I will forever be grateful for this. If you ever need me for anything feel free to call me. I will come help you. I have many powers I can even see the future." It said.
"Sure." I said. "You should pay special attention to your friend Chandler by the way." It said winking and disappeared.
What did she even mean by that? Special attention? To Chandler?
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Short StoryA collection of short stories I will write everyday. The topics for each day would be based on the 30 days writing challenge I found on Pinterest.
