Morning came like a half-remembered nightmare—soft light seeping through the curtains, yet everything felt off. Alex sat on the edge of his bed, head pounding as he replayed last night's insane events. He'd woken up in this new world—a world that wasn't just parallel, but the freaking world of Supernatural. It was all too much, and he couldn't help but think, 'What the hell did I get myself into?'
After a rushed breakfast that tasted more like desperation than nourishment, Alex forced himself out the door. The neighborhood was quiet—too quiet—with its neat rows of houses and trimmed lawns that screamed "normal life." But as he walked, every little sound and shadow felt loaded with secrets.
"Okay, Alex, snap out of it," he muttered, half to himself, half to the empty air. "You're in a new world now. You need to figure stuff out."
Stopping in front of an old brick building, its ivy-clad walls looked like they'd seen better days. Alex couldn't resist running his fingers over the cool stone. Almost instantly, the building's past—laughs, cries, endless memories—banged into his head.
"Damn, these walls have seen so much. It's like they're screaming their stories at me,"
he thought, a mix of awe and panic churning inside.
Later, Alex found himself at a rundown park, seeking a moment of quiet away from the constant barrage of thoughts. He plopped onto a creaky bench under a massive oak and grabbed a smooth stone from the ground. He closed his eyes, letting his psychometry do its thing.
"Man, this stone… I can see bits of a kid's laugh, a long-forgotten hike, even some weird sadness. Who knew rocks had feelings?" he whispered, half laughing, half terrified at what he'd just experienced.
Then his mind shifted to his other power—dimensional storage. Remembering that old ornate key he'd picked up earlier, he pulled it from his pocket and stared at it like it was something magical.
"Alright, key, time to disappear. Go to your secret safe spot or whatever," he said in a mix of sarcasm and determination. In a blink, the key was gone, sucked into some extra-dimensional void. Alex let out a shaky laugh, both relieved and freaked out by his own abilities.
But as his initial excitement faded, one nagging question kept echoing in his mind: 'Where the hell am I?' He bolted back to his apartment and flipped on the TV, desperately searching for clues. When a news report flashed an all-too-familiar channel logo—a logo he'd only seen in his old favorite shows—his heart nearly stopped.
"No freakin' way… This is the world of Supernatural. I'm really in it." His voice cracked with disbelief.
That afternoon, curiosity got the better of him. Alex wandered into the town's older district, where every creaking building and weathered facade seemed to murmur dark secrets. Passing a community bulletin board plastered with faded notices, he stopped at a missing person flyer. The photo of a terrified young woman hit him hard.
"Who disappears like this in a town that seems so damn normal?" he murmured, frowning as a chill crawled up his spine.
He needed answers, so he ducked into a cramped, second-hand bookstore that smelled like old paper and secrets. As he browsed, he pulled out a battered book on local legends. Flicking through the pages, he could almost hear the voices of long-gone folks sharing their stories.
"These stories… they're not just myths, are they? There's something real going on here," Alex muttered, his mind racing.
An elderly clerk with kind but cautious eyes leaned in.
"Strange things have been happening," the man said softly. "Odd lights, weird shadows… it's like the old legends are waking up again."
Alex's eyes widened.
"So I'm not the only one noticing this crap? Great," he replied, his tone a mix of relief and irritation. "Thanks for the info, man."
Leaving the bookstore with more questions than answers, Alex continued his stroll through the winding, historic streets. Every step felt like stepping deeper into a mystery he wasn't sure he wanted to solve. Suddenly, a prickling sensation—like someone was watching him—made him freeze mid-step.
"Hey, who's there?" he called out, voice echoing in the narrow street. For a heartbeat, there was only silence, then a shadow darted behind a storefront. Alex's heart hammered in his chest.
"Oh crap, seriously? Am I being followed?"
he thought, adrenaline spiking.
He cautiously followed the fleeting figure through back alleys until he reached a deserted lot lit by a single, flickering streetlamp. There, in the dim light, he caught another glimpse of the shadow.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, trying to sound tougher than he felt. The figure paused, then stepped back into the darkness as if it had never been there.
"This is nuts. I'm not alone in this nightmare," he muttered, a mix of fear and defiant curiosity pushing him forward
That night, back in his apartment, Alex slumped at his desk, surrounded by scribbled notes and half-eaten takeout. The holographic panel on his desk blinked softly—a constant, unsettling reminder of his new abilities. He scribbled in his journal, trying to make sense of the day.
"Today was insane. I saw memories in stones, made keys vanish, and even got a glimpse of someone stalking me. And now I know—I'm living in the Supernatural world. This is all too freaking real."
His inner voice was raw and honest, a mix of panic and determination.
"I'm scared out of my mind, but I've got no choice but to keep moving. Every little sign, every weird encounter—it's like I'm being drawn deeper into this mess. But maybe, just maybe, if I can figure it out, I can control it."
In a rare moment of clarity, he leaned back and sighed. "Tomorrow, I'm going to find out more. I've got to figure out who I'm supposed to be in all this. And maybe I'll finally stop feeling like a complete screw-up caught in the wrong movie."
Outside, the town lay quiet under a starless sky—a deceptive calm before another storm. Alex closed his journal, a resolve forming amid the chaos in his mind. He was scared, angry, and confused, but he was also determined. Whatever the hell was happening, he was going to face it head-on.
"Here goes nothing," he whispered into the silence, as the screen of his panel faded into darkness.
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To be continued…