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I found a note taped to my door. Just one word, written in what looks like pencil: “Wait.” No signature, no explanation. The handwriting isn’t mine. I don’t recognise it. I don’t know if it’s a warning or a threat. I don’t know if it’s meant for me at all. I tore it down and burned it in the sink. Some messages aren’t worth keeping.
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The power just flickered. Not off, just a brief dim, like something drew a breath. I unplugged everything except one lamp. If the lights go out, I want to know it’s not just me. I keep thinking about the cars. Where did they all go? Did people leave in the middle of the night? Why wouldn’t they make noise? Why wouldn’t someone warn me? I’m trying not to panic, but the not-knowing is worse than anything I can imagine.
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I saw something move. Not a person - just a shadow, quick and low, darting between the houses across the street. It could have been a stray dog or a trick of the light, but it didn’t move like an animal. It moved like something that didn’t want to be seen. I didn’t go outside to check. Some instincts are louder than curiosity.
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I tried the radio. Static. Every station, just white noise. I found an old emergency broadcast frequency, but there’s nothing there either. No warnings, no updates, no voices. Just dead air. I keep telling myself there’s a logical explanation — maybe a blackout, maybe some kind of drill. But drills don’t empty streets. Drills don’t make the world this quiet. I’ve started keeping a knife by the window. I don’t know why. It just feels like I should.
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I stepped outside for just a moment - just to the front door. The air smells wrong. Not like rain or earth, but something metallic, like rust or old coins. The wind howls, but there’s no sound of branches breaking, no bins rolling, nothing. Just the wind itself, as if it’s the only thing left moving in the world. I called out. No answer. Not even a dog barking in the distance. I didn’t stay long. The silence feels like it’s watching me.
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The storm has actually come. I will not go outside, the wind is far too strong, the rain won’t stop. Something bad must have happened, and I cannot explain this: why is there nobody around? There’s no traffic at all, no people around, it seems that all cars from the neighbourhood are gone. Have they all left at night?
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This is not a normal day. I didn’t wake up to the usual noise of a morning bus. Instead, I woke up to a deafening silence. I looked outside, and it’s very dark and gloomy, it looks like it might rain, but it’s strangely quiet. Is everyone around still asleep? All lights are off, which is a bit unusual. I am not sure what is going on. Phones do not work, there is no network available, so I am just writing this in my diary, as I always do. There’s been no power cut, so hopefully, the signal will be back on later. I don’t understand this, and yes, I am a bit scared.