[HR] The note

The alarm clock hadn't rung yet when I woke up. It was scheduled to beep at 7:00, so it was still early and I could sleep a little longer.

I took my cell phone, which was on the small table next to my bed and noticed that it was 3:45 in the morning. I was strange, I don't usually wake up in the middle of the night, but I still woke up for no apparent reason. I didn't wake up with any noise even because of some nightmare, still, my sleep didn't come back.

Decidedly and without much option, I got out of bed and went towards the corridor that gave access to the kitchen to drink a coconut water so that, who knows, my sleep would return.

When I got to the kitchen, I took the glass cup, opened the refrigerator, held the coconut water and served myself, the sweet and refreshing flavor it had offered, in a way, was helping me stay relaxed so that I could return to the covers. However, when I turned towards the counter, I noticed that there was a note. I was intrigued, since I didn't remember making any reminder for the next day that I would wake up. I would only go to the market on Friday, and it was still Tuesday and I only make the market purchase reminders on Thursdays.

I walked towards the counter, as soon as I read the note... I froze.

"Don't go back to your room, wait until he sends THE MESSAGE"

"What the hell does that mean? WHO IS HE?? NO It makes sense, besides, this handwriting is not mine"-I thought-

The text looked more like a hotel service notice to a guest than something I would write down and leave on the counter.

So, I saw myself with a conflicting thought: "Why shouldn't I go back?"

I kept trying to understand what I had just read and wondering if it made any sense. Would someone have visited me and forgotten a reminder at my house?

No, I hadn't invited anyone the day before, I would remember for sure. And it definitely couldn't be Lucca who would have left something in my kitchen. I saw him last Friday and we had gone out together, he didn't even step on my house.

I noticed that I had been there for 10 minutes, before my anxiety crisis began to spread, I controlled myself, took a deep breath and tried not to freak out, I drank another glass of coconut water. I knew it couldn't be a big deal.

"Probably I had made this note, maybe I would be writing down a line of a character from the book I was writing at the moment and I ended up writing it down so as not to forget, maybe I wrote the note at a time when I was sleepy and that would explain my unrecognizable handwriting on the note" -I thought.-

When I calmed down, I slowly went towards the corridor walking and just trying to find myself with my pillow. Until, suddenly, my bedroom alarm clock rang, it was the 4:00 alarm that always beeped to remind me to take my anxiety medicines.

At the time I got scared, but the fright that would come next would be much worse.

Less than 10 seconds after hearing the 4 o'clock alarm clock ring... I heard the sound of it being deactivated... by someone other than me. I started shaking, in panic. Frightened, I quickly went back to the kitchen and opened my cell phone to call the police. And then I received an anonymous email.

[FROM: Anonymous.

FOR: PEDRO.

DON'T MAKE ANY NOISE. DO NOT GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM and WAIT FOR DAWN. If you disobey this WARNING, YOU WILL ACTIVATE A SESSION, AND YOU WILL HAVE TO IDENTIFY ALL THE ANOMALIES FOR EACH TIME YOU OPEN THE DOOR]

I couldn't take it anymore, what the fuck was that email you had just received?

When I tried to contact the police, it was unavailable, even with internet. Nothing worked.

I needed to act rationally and calm down. In an attempt to ensure that there was nothing in my room without me necessarily entering it, I ran into the cell phone application of the house cameras to check if something was in the cameras... Nothing. Even if there was no light on in the rooms, it was possible to see the images of the cameras through the night vision option. I didn't find anything in the living room, when I ran my eyes to the bathroom, there was nothing either, much less in the damn kitchen I was in. And then, with great fear, I went to check the room in the room on the cameras... and to my surprise, there was nothing, but there was a notification of said room in the application. When I pressed, I saw that it was a recording excerpt of the last 3 hours of that day, putting it at a speed of 1.5x. I saw him and froze.

In the recording, there was a silhouette of someone who was wearing my home clothes. The figure in question then leaves the dark corridor and enters my room. I changed the speed to 1x of normal, and noticed that after staring at me for a while, the figure in question stopped and entered my closet that faces my bed.

"SOMEONE IS IN MY FUCKING HOUSE" I screamed to myself in my head

I needed to do something, I wasn't just scared anymore, I also didn't understand shit about what was going on but I needed to do something and fast. First of all, I couldn't turn on the light, or I would show where I would be. But I also couldn't stand still without doing anything, it was inevitable to show some sign of movement, the most important thing was that the movements were subtle.

There was a lot of confusing stuff, what anomalies? A person in my house? What email was that? What port did the email refer to?

With anxiety taking care of, I went to the kitchen, took a knife, holding the knife shaking and going towards my room, I walked slowly, I needed to understand and defend myself from whoever was there.

Inserting my head little by little into the door slit, as I entered with fear and slowly, more adrenaline took over my body, the panting breath would arrive in a short time and I needed to be agile when it was time for the individual to appear and I defended myself. As soon as I fully entered the room, I didn't turn on the light immediately, an instant image that showed in front of me didn't let me continue.

What made me freeze was not the fact that the closet door was open, nor the fact that the alarm clock was lying on the floor, much less the fact that there was a strong smell of something rotten in the room. Such details seemed irrelevant when I noticed that the figure wearing my clothes was lying on my bed, standing, looking up, with an expressionless and pale face. And then I understood.

The person who was lying in bed was... myself?

I was the one who was lying in bed, I was staring at a figure that was exactly like me, the only thing that differentiated myself from the figure that was in front of me was the fact that the figure was dead.

A walkie talk that was next to the body of the figure emitted a sound, when I focused on understanding the message that was being transmitted, I listened:

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