Posted Sun Nov 1, 2015 | 161 Words | Tagged story

Ever since I bought that hat, something strange has been going on. I swear it makes me sound crazy, but I’ve started… missing days. Missing days as in I just seem to never wake up on the day. My memory is not there, it just doesn’t exist. I started a routine of writing in a notebook the date, and I remember doing it every day but there’s literally gaps.

What’s even scarier is since I started writing down the dates, I’ve been getting messages. Messages using my body and face and voice. This is the first one I managed to find:

Oi mate, seems as though you fucking started to notice me ey. Look at that, growin in nicely. Already starting to be a man aren’t ya. Well, I am coz this body is mine now. I know you fuckin love it though, feeling all of my man-ness in my body. Soon you’re gonna be in the hat, fuckin can’t wait.