His face broke.
Shock. Recognition. Emotion all at once.
“Noah…?” he said under his breath.
Noah narrowed his eyes, studying him.
“I know you,” he said slowly. “I don’t know how… but I know your face.”
The man’s voice cracked.
“I’ve been trying to find you for so long.”
I woke up feeling like something was biŧing my upper back.
I woke up with a crawling sensation on my back—and immediately felt that something wasn’t right.
It wasn’t sharp pain, just a lingering, uncomfortable feeling that something had been there while I slept.
I checked the sheets, pillows, and the edges of the mattress, searching for anything out of place.
Then I noticed a dry, twisted, fibrous object that looked completely out of context in the bed.
For a moment, I just stared at it, unsure of what I was actually looking at.
My mind started jumping to worst-case explanations—something alive, something that had been on me during the night.
The longer I looked, the more unsettling it felt, especially with everyone in the room trying to guess what it could be.
Eventually, after comparing photos and taking a closer look, the tension broke when I realized it was just a dried piece of cooked meat that had somehow ended up in the sheets.
There was no danger—just a strange misunderstanding that felt far more intense in the moment than it turned out to be.
