Never Trust GPS
I wake up from a nightmare. I think those monsters again. I dress up. Eat breakfast. And go to my car to drive to work.
When I was driving through a new place my GPS recommended me. I thought nothing of it. I see a homeless person. He rans towards my car. I use the brakes immediately. He points to the window. I open it.
He screams: "DON'T TRUST YOUR GPS. I AM YOU. FROM THE FUTURE OR THE PAST I DONT KNOW. I DONT KNOW ANYTHING. EVERYTHING IS NOT REAL. DO NOT TRUST YOUR GPS."
I look at him with a terrified face and say with a shaky voice: "Ar-ar-are you on drugs?"
He says this time not screaming: "No I'm not, please trust me. I am you. You like that one spaghetti sauce your mom made when you were eleven. You hated pizza back then."
I say in shock: "How do you know that? My mom didn't even know that."
"Wait" I say in horror "Is that actually myself. But that doesn't make sense! I am me and you are you. But how do you know that?"
"Cause I am you. Don't trust the GPS. Oh, no. They are coming"
"Who is coming?" I say
"Weird. Really. Weird." I think.
I blinked once and he was gone. Just poof. And he's out of existence.
I don't trust him. I follow the GPS.
As I follow it I notice it starts raining. Everything around me is starting to decay. "WHY DID I NOT TRUST HIM" I scream out in terror. I call my family explaining what happened but in the middle of my last call, the sound cuts out. I can't hear anything. I try to facetime. I can't see anymore. I can't feel anymore. I can't breathe anymore. I can't move anymore.
I'm stuck. I can't do anything. I cant remember anything. I can only think, but it's hard. Almost impossibly hard. Out of nowhere I remember the hobo again, or me. I think it was me. I don't care at this point. I am stuck inside my body. Only a mind. Trapped. Inside a body.
Was that really me? Or was it a demon. Giving me a curse. I am still thankful that I'm alive. Or so I think. I don't know.
Do I even exist? Am I even real?
I think about the hobo. He's the only memory I have. Wait. No. I CAN SEE HIS MEMORIES. Wait no! NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. I-I-I see him experiencing what I am. Same thoughts. Think about liking pizza. WHY IS HE THINKING ABOUT LIKING PIZZA. Maybe. Maybe it's recording what I feel. That GPS Is in my mind. All I had to do is trust a freaking hobo and I would not be. I don't know what I am. I don't know what is happening. I don't know my name. I don't know my face. I don't know anything. Everything is negative. I'm in negative world aren't I?
Credited to NotMysteryMans
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