She Woke Up With Marks She Couldn’t Explain

I didn’t notice the marks at first. It wasn’t until I looked in the mirror later that morning that I saw dark, uneven patches running down my neck—marks I knew hadn’t been there before.

The night before felt completely normal. No injury, no accident, nothing that explained what I was seeing. At first, I ignored it, but the strange shape and pattern kept bothering me. People noticed too, asking questions I couldn’t answer.

By the time I got home, I was replaying every moment from the previous night, searching for some explanation. But there was nothing—just a blank space where answers should have been.

Now every glance in the mirror feels unsettling. Because sometimes, what scares you most isn’t what you see… it’s what you can’t remember.