Tampered

Jake's POV

I stared at the screen, frozen for a moment. It's impossible, how can this be? I rubbed my eyes, and pinched my arms to see if all these is just another dream. Nothing happened, I was still standing at the recording room, staring at a picture of the guy from my dreams in front of me. 

I scrutinized his appearance, taking a mental note of every minute detail to his body and, I realised, there's no doubt that he is the same person who repeatedly appears in my dreams. And, what was even more strange, was that he is wearing the same clothes in which he comes in my dreams. In fact, as I progressed through other pictures of him, I was convinced that he never dressed like a normal human. 

Mr Sanders coughed a little behind me, as of reminding me of his presence in the room. Lost in my own reverie, I had completely forgotten about him. I shook back to reality and looked at him, trying to hide the confusion in my face.