When I was a kid, I had these strange ‘missing time’ moments. It usually happened at night. I’d suddenly find myself in the basement, scared out of my mind. It always came with these intense images of something like the end of the world. At first, I thought it was just bad dreams or maybe I was sleepwalking. But then it happened twice in the middle of the day when I was wide awake. The scariest time was on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

We were messing around with dry ice near our driveway. Out of nowhere, we all felt this strong urge to dash across the street and into the woods. I’m not sure if someone said it or we all just felt it together. It seemed like the most brilliant idea ever. So, we started running across the street… and that’s the last thing I remember.

The next thing I knew, I was back home, crying and really scared, about an hour later. I still have no clue what happened during that missing hour. It’s a chilling mystery that still haunts me today.