i have like a nearly photographic memory but only for like,,,,, creepy ass things. like i only remember something if recalling it is going to make me look like a fucking creep i feel like. a girl the other day lost her phone in my department and her and my coworker Dennis were looking for it and i was like “what’s going on? and Den was like “she lost her phone” and my creepy ass self was like “the white one? she handed it to her mother when she wanted to try out one of the bikes we have. her mother has it.” and the girl was like “no she gave it back i know it” but sure enough her mother came back in and was like “I have it I forgot you gave it to me when you wanted to try the bike out” and after the girl and her mom left dennis just looked at me and was like “holy shit jess” 

my mom calls my brother and I the ginger snaps because, despite not being biologically related whatsoever, we were born in the same place at roughly the same time and both have naturally red hair while no one else in the family does and we look like twins and you better believe we use that as an excuse to be creepy Siamese Fred-and-George havoc-wreaking twins   

I had this really weird dream again for like the second time??

It starts off I’m in my dorm with my roommates and we’re watching this PBS creepy paranormal thing where this guy kept observing in photos he was taking with this modified camera, there was this short, humanoid figure standing near him in all the photos. It was a brownish color with gold lines all over its body and it was vaguely ‘baby shaped’ so he was calling them baby demons or whatever. It wasn’t only him that had those creatures around. He took pictures of people that were experiencing paranormal phenomena, and more often than not, those creatures would show up. Almost everyone that had those creatures around them died shortly after. Then, shortly after the guy that was observing this phenomena disappeared.

The next thing I remember was that my roommates and I were taking a road trip somewhere along the eastern seaboard and we were making notes of how crazy exaggerated the tides have been for the past few months. They were, like, record breaking tides.

When we get back to the room after this trip, there’s a photograph shoved under our door of that guy. That guy from the PBS show that disappeared. The photo is 3 separate photos stitched together and in all of them you can see that ‘baby demon’ whatever it is. We got freaked out and we threw the photo out into the hallway, and seconds after I shut the door, I look through the peephole and the photo is taped over the peephole. We tried throwing it away, burning it, everything, but the photo would come back. 

A few days later in the mail we got this camera, one that looked like this guys.

We got to thinking about why we kept getting the photo and why we got this camera, and then it kinda dawned on us all at once that maybe now one of us were being followed by those creatures in the photo. So, we take the camera, and we take a bunch of pictures of ourselves, both in groups and not. We all sat down in the main room again and kinda have this moment of “which one of us is being haunted by this?” and we looked at the pictures. 

Every. Single. One of us. Had those creatures around us. We all did. 

We tried to figure out why they would show up in pictures but not to our eyes, and we kinda hypothesized that it was because these creatures were some sort of high energy beings that existed not in visible light, but in the infrared, and that the camera was just sensitive enough to pick up the creatures.

Then I looked out my window, which was overlooking a courtyard, and took a few photos where groups of people were standing. I look at the pictures. 

Everyone had those creatures around them. Hundreds of them were in those photos. 

Once my roommates and I calm down, we tried to figure out what that all meant. Other people before us that had these creatures around them were killed somehow. The guy that was observing these photos disappeared.

I was the only one in the room to wake up the next morning. Everyone else was, just, dead. As if their heart stopped beating in the middle of the night. I leave my room to go to the front desk and as I walk out, there’s no one in the halls. No one at the desk. The entire place was empty. I run outside and, thankfully, see a few people. They run up to me and ask what the fuck was going on and had I heard the news.

Apparently, those tides that have been really extreme, washed out pretty much anywhere within a 50km distance of the ocean overnight, and people, billions of people, had died in the night.

I explain to them the pictures I was taking, of the creatures and how I had somehow lived, and they asked to take me to take pictures now, so I ran and got that camera and started taking pictures. There were ships, hundreds of them in the air, and on the ground were hundreds of creatures, taller and much lankier than the ‘demon babies’ but with the same basic anatomy. They were all standing in some sort of military pattern and completely silent. They take no notice of us. To the east is a much larger ship with a ramp to the ground. We run over to the ship that we can’t see with the naked eye, but when we go to step foot on it, the ramp ripples below and becomes briefly visible before disappearing again. The 4 of us wander onto the ship and it’s chaotic at best. The interior is visible, suggesting some sort of cloaking device, and people are running and screaming as most of them are being slaughtered. 

Again, no one takes notice of us 4. We wander through the ship and soon find a ‘meeting room’ type area where these aliens, now visible, are sitting at a table. Some humans are there too. The aliens have translators on so the humans can understand what’s happening, and the 4 of us go and sit down in the 4 empty seats at the table, that are side to side of each other.

The aliens talk about what happened, that they wiped out the ‘unnecessary’ humans, and kept the useful ones, gesturing broadly to the 7 of us humans at the table. They talked about how they caused the tides because their mother ship was so massive, that once it got in sync with the moon, it could just completely destroy coastal areas. 

The last thing I remember before waking up was the aliens talking about their secondary breed of themselves, those ‘demon’ things that were surrounding everyone, as the ones who got to choose who lived and who died.