I use to be alive. I know you don’t understand me. You don’t believe me. But you soon will.
My name is Jay H. I use to have a wife. Even three children and my own house. I was a steel worker. Age 25 I was living the best life anyone could imagine. Some say it was too perfect for a young man like me. I don’t know what encouraged me to do this but I went to visit a physic. You could say it was a recent nightmare I had, seeing my own death. What a surprise when the physic tells me I’m going to die in a car accident. Just like my dream, I’m driving alone down a highway when the car in front of me suddenly stopped. I flew from my front window. Dead on impact with the car.
Of course I was shocked as all hell when she told me my exact dream. I quickly got out of there then went to the liquor store. I wasn’t much of a drinker but that sure got me wanting to get drunk. Next thing I know I’m waking up in my bed the next morning. Wife sleeping next to me. My head pounding, I stood up before walking downstairs to get a drink. Suddenly getting a vision of my death. I shrugged it off and went on with my day. I had work in a couple hours so I couldn’t let anything bother me. Fast forward a couple hours, I’m driving to work. Turning on the first right to get onto the highway… ya, the highway. Just like my dream. Just like my dream there was the same car in front of me. It was just a dream though, right?
Now I’m here. Here in this, hell. That’s it. I’m in hell. Last I remember is seeing that car then… blackness. I woke up I think… a couple hours later. Different time. Different setting. Different everything. Even I was different. I can’t explain it. I’m still different. I’m younger. But that’s not the only thing. I mentioned I use to be alive. It’s true. Everyone around me aren’t… human. I don’t know what they are. I can’t even begin to describe their horrifying features. I’ve been stuck here for a day or two now. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat or drink, not that’s even any damn food in this place. I’m afraid of what’s gonna happen to me. These things around me treat me like their own. If this somehow gets to my real world. Please tell my wife… her name is Sarah Ha…
This journal entry was found near the road side. Don’t believe what you see. The person who wrote this went missing ten years ago. We haven’t found any sign of family belonging to this man. Please do not go searching for him. You will be the next missing person.
