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Infected Town: Series Two (Part 1)

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I think you guys might know what happened to me. That’s what my friend hinted at. but she won’t say anything else. No one will answer my texts or calls. I called my mom and she told me to go fuck myself and that she was going to call the cops if I harass her again. Then she hung up. The fuck is going on?

Yesterday, I woke up in a hotel room in Chicago. I have no idea how I got there.

I was fully clothed and I remember the first thing I thought about was how hungry I was. The second was where the fuck was I and what was I doing there? I figured out pretty quick that this is the Hotel Sheraton in Chicago, Illinois. My room is paid for the next three days. Otherwise, I have no idea what is going on.

The last thing I remember is sitting on the couch at home in Oregon, in my boxers, texting my friends. We were talking about our favorite show or something. My girlfriend was out of town so I was alone in the apartment. The doors were locked and I wasn’t tired. Some drunk assholes were making noise in the hallway. I went to check it out and there was no one there. I came back into my apartment.

And that’s it. Next thing I know, I woke up here, six states and more than a day’s drive away. My bags are unpacked and my coat is neatly laid across a chair. According to the calendar, I’ve lost a week. I have no memory of it. What the fuck?

Desperate for answers, I went to check my phone to see if anyone was trying to contact me. But I don’t have my phone here. At least, I can’t find it. Instead, I have my girlfriend’s. Our phones look similar, but we’ve never mixed them up before.

She had a bunch of missed texts and calls. Most of them asked where she was and what was going on. My heart sank. She was missing, too. I need to find her. Thinking she might have my phone, I called and texted my own number but got no reply.

I went into text history and found two pictures had been sent from this number to my own phone in the time I’d been out. Otherwise, no activity from this end. The pictures kind of tug at memories in the back of my head, but I can’t access them.

The pictures, in case they help.

A couple of the texts were from my friends, Jessica and Alex. It’s weird, because they and my girlfriend never text each other. Jessica in particular seemed frantic, asking where I was and where my girl was and where our other friend, Liz, was. She’d called a bunch of times too. Since she’s a good friend of mine, I tried to call her and it went straight to voicemail, like her phone was off. I texted her for good measure, asking what was going on and explaining what happened.

She replied instantly:

“Hagahahajskn Ask nosleep.”

As a redditor, I know what Nosleep is but I’m not a frequent visitor. So I'm asking. Do you guys know what's going on?

Jess won’t get back to me. Neither will anyone else who seems to know anything. Most disturbingly, my girlfriend, my best friend Liz, and Alex are also not responding. I’m miles from home and flipping the fuck out.

So I’m turning to you guys. Because I’ll do anything to figure this out. I found something that makes me think I did some stuff during my blackout. I don’t want to call the cops.

I’m overwhelmed and confused. What the hell is happening? Does anyone have any answers? Help me, nosleep.

EDIT:

Someone gave me a link to what my friend, Jessica, apparently wrote on here. I'll keep reading and see if I get any answers. You guys are quick. Thank you.

EDIT 2:

Dean is a fucking ridiculous name. My real name is Alan. "Samantha's" real name is Elizabeth.

EDIT 3: I'm including the links to Jessica's original posts, as I'm reading them. Again, thanks for showing me where they were.

Jess's first post

Her second post

Her third post

Her fourth post

Her fifth post (WHAT THE FUCK?! I don't like this.)

Her sixth post (I can explain the journal.)

Her seventh post

Her eighth post

The final post

I need to get back to Oregon. 

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Credits

 

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