Alan woke up in his room, anxious, his heart beating faster than a horse in the battlefield. Something had happened to Alan in his dream which caused him to wake up anxiously. Alan caught his breath slowly and asked his brother who was sitting right beside him ,in the same bed .Alan asked anxiously to his brother brad ,"what just happened bro?".

  "You tell me" brad said in a disinterested tone. "We were just in the market with mom and then ......"alan abruptly Stopped, "How am I here?"

  "What are you talking about", brad asked "Nothing...","just tell me how I came here?" alan asked in a state of confusion.

  "Bro you were having a dream.thats all and I am pretty sure you were not in the Market weirdo" brad said lightly not making much of the conversation.

  Alan ,still confused,thought,"why did it feel so real?"

  Alan got up from his bed believing maybe it was just a dream. As he stood up something felt off. Something different. Alan was staying in this house for the entirety of his life,but somehow it felt different. The room, his brother, everything was physically the same but somehow it felt different.

  "Why am i having this feeling that i am walking in a foreign land?" alan said to himself.

  Alan walked out of the room to see his mother. Something in his dream caused him to feel worried about his Mother . "I had a terrible dream. i hope it was just a dream and mom is alright" Alan thought, still wrapping his head around that dream. Maybe meeting his mom will help him and this eerie feeling will disappear,alan wondered. As alan was walking towards his mom's room the feeling of uneasiness, strangeness grew stronger. "This house ,why is it feeling different?".

  Alan opened his parents room door and entered the room. Alan' s father , robert, lying on the bed.

  "Where's mom?" Alan asked nervously as he was worried about her safety.

  Robert said confusingly ,"Are you okay?" ,"why are you so anxious?"

  "Just tell me where mom is" alan said in a worrying voice.

  "She is in the washroom. Why are you so worried?" Robert asked alan.

  Alan replied,"nothing dad,just a bad dream.i guess".

  Alan left the room but the feeling was just growing stronger. As he was walking in his house alan gazed upon a broken mirror. A mirror that felt like a dream, not belonging to this real world "It was not in the house as far as i can remember" ,Alan thought. Alan begins to stare in the mirror unintentionally and the mirror stared back at Alan and it felt like the mirror was shaking Alan's soul. There was something about that mirror that felt unnatural, like it doesn't belong there.

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  "Why is this mirror so weird? Like seeing something i have never seen?" Alan thought in his mind.

  "Bro you okay?" brad called Alan.

  Alan snapped back in the moment and replied,"yeah...i was just looking at this broken mirror."

  "What mirror?" Bradly asked.

  Alan looked at the mirror and the mirror was gone like a mist disappearing in the dense night.

  "B b..but it was just here" alan said shockingly.

  "Yeah....okay" brad said jokingly ," you are just tired and seeing things. Go get some sleep, first you were blabbering about being in the market and now this, go get some sleep freako."

  Alan now more confused said to himself "maybe i really need some sleep" and went to his room. That eerie feeling seems to be attached to alan now he is not able to shake the feeling but still not able to understand the feeling. This one thought racing through his mind ,"something is not right" but what?. Alan still having this strange feeling sat on his bad

  Alan picked up his phone to call his girlfriend. ,"Maybe i should talk to venessa." He said.

  Alan thought maybe sharing that dream and the weird events that followed may help to calm him down.

  As he begins to call for venessa there was no contact number for venessa.

  "That's weird" he thought. She was first in contact on his phone.

  Alan now confused and worried opened his gallery and his world turned upside down. There was no picture of Venessa on the phone.

  "But how is that possible?" Alan was now more confused and anxious. The photos were gone but the gallery was filled with photos to this date, that he didn't remember taking.

  Photos with friends he never hung out with. Photos of places he didn't remember going. Photos of events he didn't remember. Photos of people he didn't know.

  "Where is vanessa" he said in a stuttering voice. His body froze, sweat coming down from his forehead. All thoughts in the mind of alan oointing towards one this "what the hell is going on?"

  Alan ran towards his brother. Alan asked him in a deeply worried voice ,"brad,where is vennesa?"

  Brad said confusingly ,"who is vennesa?"

  Alan asked him in a loud tone ,"ven, my girlfriend, the one we usually hang out with?"

  Brad said angrily," look weirdo i don't know anything about any of your girlfriends. Like we share these kinds of things." And brat left the room.

  Alan stood in his room completely blank. He stood there like a statue stripped of purpose neither moving nor thinking. "But my brother and i were so close, what's going on with him, we always shared everything with each other, why is he talking so rudely" alan said. "What's going on?" "Where is vanessa", "why does everything feel different in this cursed world "," where am i?" Alan stood there like an infant crying alone who doesn't have any understanding of his surroundings.

  As alan stood there crying like a crying baby who was crying for food alan was crying for answers and then it struck him he didn't remember going to sleep. Infant he didn't remember about being in the house.

  He was out in the market with his mom and brother shopping.

  " We were out for shopping... when dod i get home"alan thought "we never returned home"

  And then the revelation struck him Maybe It was not just a dream. It was something more. Yeah! He never went to sleep. he just woke up after they all died after that event. Alan said to himself with a firm voice ,"I know It was not a dream it was reality. More reality than whatever i am living right now anyways".

  As he thought about that event he began to recapulate the events from the so-called dream.

  He began to recapulate every detail from his day from that event slowly but one thing he firmly remembered was that this dream ended with the end of the world he used to live in. A world in which he really belonged!!!!.

  To be continued...