DemonicFeather

Rick Sharma was just an ordinary college student—until the nightmares began. Strange whispers, eerie visions, and an overwhelming sense of déjà vu start haunting his daily life. The world around him feels... off, like he's trapped in a reality that isn't his own.

As he searches for answers, Rick uncovers chilling secrets buried beneath time itself. The deeper he digs, the more reality twists around him, blurring the line between past and present, truth and illusion.

But one question lingers above all—what really happened that night?


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BeyondBoundries

Chapter 8: The World That Forgot

Rick's eyes snapped open. He was in his dorm room, lying in bed, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. His heart was still racing, the last thing he remembered was the world twisting, folding in on itself—then darkness.

He sat up abruptly, scanning the room. Everything looked… normal. His desk, his books, his mirror. No shattered glass. No eerie reflection staring back at him.

For a moment, he almost convinced himself that everything was fine. Almost.

His phone lay on his nightstand, undamaged. The screen was still on, displaying a new notification:

His stomach dropped. His mother never called that much unless something was seriously wrong. He unlocked his phone and checked his texts.

There were messages from people he didn't recognize. Names that weren't in his contacts. Conversations he had no memory of.

His pulse quickened as he scrolled through them:

Arjun: Bro, are you still coming tonight?

Tara: Where the hell have you been?

Miki: Rick, did you finish the project?

He had never started a project with Miki.

Rick arrived at class, searching for familiar faces, desperate for reassurance. The moment he spotted Miki, he rushed over.

"Miki!" he called out, relief washing over him.

She turned, blinking at him in surprise. Her eyes studied him for a moment, like she was trying to place him.

"Rick? Uh, are you okay?" she asked, tilting her head. "You've been acting weird since last night."

"Last night?" he echoed. "We didn't talk last night. I haven't seen you since—"

Miki frowned. "Rick, you texted me at like… midnight."

She pulled out her phone and showed him a message. His name was at the top. The text was simple:

Her expression darkened. "What are you talking about? You literally—" She trailed off, pressing a hand to her temple. "I… I don't feel right."

Rick felt ice creeping up his spine. "Miki, listen to me. Do you remember the train accident?"

The words hit him like a sledgehammer.

Rick barely made it through class. His thoughts raced. No train crash? No missing passengers? Had the event never happened in this world?

His chest tightened as he left the lecture hall, barely noticing the students walking past him. Until—

A student he didn't recognize was watching him from across the hallway.

"You need to stop before you make things worse," the boy said, his voice quiet, measured.

Rick's hands clenched into fists. "Who are you?"

The stranger gave him a knowing smile. "You already know."

"I don't." Rick took a step forward. "But I think you do."

The boy's smile faded. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

"You were supposed to die on that train."

His breathing turned shallow as he whispered, "Who… who told you that?"

The stranger's eyes flicked past him. "You should leave."

Before Rick could demand more, the boy turned and vanished into a crowd of students.

Rick stormed back to his dorm, hands shaking. He pulled out his phone and checked his gallery, praying to find something—anything—that made sense.

There was a new photo in his gallery.

It was a picture of him… but he hadn't taken it.

It showed himself from a few feet away, walking toward the library. The timestamp was from yesterday.

His grip on the phone tightened. He had no memory of being near the library yesterday.

Before he could process it, his phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: You're in the wrong place.

Rick's breath hitched. His hands shook. He barely had time to react before—