3 weeks ago, I escaped prison, washed up on a beach resort & been living quite well ever since. During the day I go to get some food, play in the water, & bask in the sun. I’ll steal some stuff here & there, such as sun screen, cash, & drinks. At the end of it all I just sleep on a beach towel under some trees near a cove. Life’s been good for once, I finally feel things going well, but there’s something bugging me.

Just as I’ve been stealing, I’ve gotten everything I’ve needed & wanted. Shampoo, an egg sandwich, a pencil, etc. Its weird, I was never this lucky when stealing at the beach, I grew paranoid. But just as I pushed it down, the paranoia kept nibbling at me until I finally gave it. One day I even tested a theory out. Just as some lady was sleeping on her towel, I took the opportunity to steal something from her bag. And just I reached in, I thought of a stapler, this surely would disprove my theory, but I was wrong. I managed to pull out a stapler, but not any, the exact one I was thinking about in my head. I reached in again, thought of a pigeon & then pulled out a pigeon from her bag. I let the bird go & looked around to see if anyone would notice. No one looked at the bird. My gut was twisting. I stood up & walked away, hoping I would wake up. But how could I? Was I really dreaming? This must be the longest dream ever! Maybe I’m in a coma! But, it also felt so real, the sand, sun, smell of the sea, & especially the people. But how was I supposed to know?

I quickly ran over to the resorts staff & went to the receptionist. “Hello.” “Oh Hello! How may I help you?” “Im just wondering, could you find my room number? I seemed to have forgotten it.” If this is real, then I mustn’t have a room! “Oh sure! What’s your name?” “Jack, Jack Lee.” “Jack, Jack, Ja- Ah! Here you are!” “What?” “Your room number is 890, did you also lose your key?” “…yes.” “Well here’s a replacement! We’ll try to find your original.” “Thank you.” “Your welcome!” I looked at the key, baffled, maybe someone had my name? Jack is a common name, so is Lee for a last name.

I then went to the room, the one the lady brought me too. It was nice, clean too. I looked around & found a duffle bag & opened it up. Inside was all the stuff I stole, I couldn’t believe it. I even looked around & went to the bathroom. Inside was a toothbrush, the same travel toothbrush I always used on my road-trip heists. I was sure, this was not natural, something was off. Suddenly, a maid came in. “Oh!“ I jumped & looked at the lady & accidentally shot her on accident. Shot her? I had a fucking gun in my hand! I blew some ladies brains out with the same gun I’ve used for 10 years! The same gun with a alligator sticker. I knew something was off.

I dropped the gun & looked over at the dead lady, seeing her laying on the ground with a hole in her head. I grabbed my head to keep it together. “This isn’t real! This isn’t real! This isn’t fucking real!” “It is Mr. Lee.” I looked behind myself & found the receptionist lady sitting on the bed. I grabbed my gun & shot that bitch in the head. But, she didn’t die as the maid. I shot some more, no effect. “What are you doing?” “Im shooting you that’s what!” “Don’t you need a gun for that?” “What the hell do you mean?! I have one right here!” I thrusted the gun forward, only to find it gone. “Pretty crazy huh?” I fell to the floor, unable to make sense of any of this nonsense. “God, you broke way faster this time.” “I what?” With a swipe of her hand, the room rumbled. She began to crack, the room fizzled, & my body felt weird. I tried to stand up again & ask “what the fuck are you?!?!” But she would respo

3 weeks ago, I escaped prison, washed up on a beach resort & been living quite well ever since.