"Deja Vu"
Almost everyone has had a moment of deja vu. Going about your buisness, you travel to school, or work, or are simply strolling through the place you call home when something catches your attention. You're sure you've seen it before yet you're unable to recall when or where. You dismiss it, convinced that you're memory is playing tricks on you. You convince yourself that it's simply a vague recollection of a similar past event.
Nine out of ten times you will be correct, but once in a while the deja vu will leave behind an uneasiness that nestles itself in the back of your head. When you tell your friends or family they too dismiss it as a figment of your imagination. You pay no more heed to it, pushing the restlessness to the far reaches of your consciousness. There it will sit, unattended by the safeguards of your mind. At the end of the day you will go to bed with a self-imposed idea of safety; fully believing that whatever you felt will pass after a night's sleep.
The next day you wake, feeling refreshed. The world is as it has been, or so it would seem. The deja vu has already slipped from your memory and you even recall what the uneasiness felt like.
You trink your coffee or tea, do your usual morning rituals, say farewell for the day to your family and then go to school or work. But as the door closes behind you, there are faint whispers. They fade with each step forward you take and while you believe you can just make out their meaning, you again dismiss it as overactive imagination.
"He doesn't remember," they say with unearthly low volume.
"My dear, he will never remember."