The Man Who Walked Out of Yesterday
Reality Distortion Horror
Leon Carter woke up in a reality distortion horror. He had gone to sleep on March 17th, expecting to wake up to a regular morning. But something was terribly wrong. The alarm didn’t ring. The news wasn’t playing. And when he checked his phone, the date read March 19th.
What had happened to the 18th?
There were no missed calls, no texts, nothing to indicate that the day had ever existed for him. Yet, when he stepped outside, the world seemed unchanged. His neighbor waved. “Crazy storm yesterday, huh?”
The cashier at the coffee shop smirked. “Back for another triple espresso? You’re gonna kill yourself drinking those every morning.”
But Leon had never been here yesterday. The reality distortion horror had erased it.
His neighbor cheerfully waved and remarked, “Crazy storm yesterday, huh?”
Later, the cashier at the coffee shop smirked, “Back for another triple espresso? You’re gonna kill yourself drinking those every morning.”
Nonetheless, Leon knew one fact: yesterday had never happened for him.
The Erased Hours
Leon began digging for clues.
First, he checked his internet history—it was blank. Then, his call logs appeared empty.
Moreover, his own reflection in the mirror seemed off, as if he were a fraction of a second out of sync with himself.
Soon after, the headaches started.
They were blinding, as if his skull was being unzipped from the inside. Additionally, with the pain came flashes—not of memories, but of something deeply wrong:
A black void where the sky should be, a shadowy figure without a face, and a voice whispering, “You should not be here.”
Clearly, something had happened on March 18th; something had been taken from him. Furthermore, it seemed that whatever was responsible was coming back.
The Man in the Static
That night, Leon reviewed his apartment’s security footage.
Interestingly, the file for March 18th was not missing; it was simply corrupted.
When he hit play, at exactly 2:13 AM the screen flickered, and his sleeping body sat up violently.
Then, inexplicably, he walked out the front door—even though he had never returned.
Nevertheless, here he was.
The Thing That Wore His Face
Leon soon discovered he was not alone.
For instance, his television turned on by itself, displaying live footage of his apartment from angles where no camera existed.
Additionally, his own voice whispered from the radio things he’d never spoken.
Subsequently, unsettling messages appeared:
- “Do not trust your reflection.”
- “If you hear knocking, do not open the door.”
- “You were not supposed to return.”
At exactly 2:13 AM, someone knocked.
Initially, the peephole revealed only darkness; however, the longer Leon stared, the more he saw—a shape shifting within the void.
Then, his own voice spoke from behind the door, saying,
“Leon. Open up. We need to fix you.”
The Truth Behind the Erasure
Leon eventually realized he was never meant to wake up.
He had seen something on March 18th—something the world was not allowed to remember.
Consequently, it had taken him and erased him.
Yet, inexplicably, he had come back.
Now, the entity that erased him wanted to finish the job.
Still, Leon wasn’t ready to disappear again.
Final Revelation: The Yesterday That Never Was
Desperation led Leon to scour the news archives for clues.
Surprisingly, he uncovered a single anomaly: a tiny detail scrubbed from the public record.
It turned out that March 18th had two missing people—one of whom was a woman named Claire Henshaw, and the other, shockingly, was Leon Carter himself.
But he was right there, standing in his own reality.
Then, the radio crackled.
“Leon. You are not real.”
Immediately, the lights flickered, and someone appeared in his reflection—not behind him, but inside the mirror, smiling ominously.
