One of the first things she did was take a selfie. Standing outside the store, she had a odd feeling like people weren't seeing her. She stood and watched people walk by for several minutes. They seemed involved in their own little worlds. As she stood there a empty feeling came over, like she didn't exist. Turning around she looked at the picture window behind her. Expecting to see herself staring back at her. All she saw was the inside of the store. Reflections of people walking past her, behind her. But she saw no sign of herself in the window. it was like she didn't exist. At least not to the window. She turned sharply back to the sidewalk. She had to know . If she was invisible. A young couple came along not too far out into the sidewalk. Waiting until the last second before they passed her, She jumped out in front of them. They looked right through her, and kept on walking as if she wasn't there. They walked right through her. She was not only invisible, but had no substance.
The physical sensation of being walked through was electrifying . She felt the static electricity from their bodies go through her body, and for a very brief second, she felt like she was on fire. Than just as quick as it started, it was gone. she turned around and watched the couple continue on as though she was never there. She stood there in shock. The rest of the world seemed to be going by without her.
Slowly she retrieved her new smartphone. Pulling it out she examined the opening screen. Time and date were there alright. Then she looked in the gallery where the picture she'd taken a few minutes ago was stored. There she was staring back at her. But the image didn't seem right. As she watched it for several minutes, transfixed on her eyes, she realized the image was very slowly fading. First the background seemed to be melting into a gray haze. Then her image itself seemed to the be melting. The edges of her hair, appeared to be getting blurry, and before her eyes they seemed to fade into the gray background. She quickly closed the app, and returned to the home screen. At first she didn't notice anything . Then she glanced at the clock . Instead of being 3 minutes later then it was when she opened the gallery to look at her picture, It was 3 minutes earlier. She had just lost 3 minutes of her life.
Looking around she found a bank clock, that displayed the time and temperature. Sure enough her phone was 3 minutes behind the clock. . Opening the camera app on her phone again, she looked around for something to take a picture of . Finely she spotted a discarded pop can sitting on a bench in front of a store.
She raised the camera, noted the exact time she took the picture, actually wrote two times on her hand, one was what the bank clock said, and other was what her phone said. She zoomed in and took a picture of the Pepsi can. Opening the gallery app on her phone she watched the picture and the original can.
She didn't have to wait long. Withing a minute the bench started to fade in her picture. At the same time, the real bench started to loose its density. it seemed to be fading right before her eyes, She reached out to touch it. Her hand went right through it. The Pepsi can was also fading equally fast. Withing another 3 minutes both the real bench and Pepsi can were gone, and the picture on her phone was a gray haze. She watched as the tow of them faded into nothingness. Looking around, No one seemed to notice her or the disappearing bench. She looked at the the two clocks again. The bank clock seemed to be working right It gained another 3 minutes. The clock on her phone had indeed lost another 3 minutes.
The implication of what had happened scared her. She no longer existed as far as the world was concerned. A bench no longer existed, because she took a picture of it. The enormity of what was happening began to sink in. She opened her picture gallery again. Checking the picture of the bench it was completely gone Then her picture. Where there was hair, in the picture, was now a gray haze. Her face was fast disappearing. It now only showed he eyes and nose and mouth in a circle of gray haze. She was just getting used to the idea of being invisible to the world. The bigger question loomed, what would happen when her picture finely faded from the picture entirely. Checking the information bot her picture, It had been 10 minutes since she'd taken her selfie .
As the last pixels of her photo faded into a grey haze that had overtaken her picture she felt herself becoming hyper aware of her surroundings. Her sense of hearing and sight dramatically and sharply increased. Her view of her world changed. from that of a human on a street, in the middle of a town, to a cat's eye view of the world, looking down on earth from outer space. She was conscious of the whole wold, Every living thing seemed to be channeling its thoughts and feeling to her. The impact of the rush of sensations, and emotions was shocking to her system and her mind. She tried to comprehend her new reality.
Then she heard another voice. Clear and quiet , over the cavalcade of thoughts and sounds that was assaulting her mind.
When her mind finely cleared up a bit she was back where she started, sort of. There was the bench with the Pepsi can.
Turning she saw a number of people with smartphones in their hands.
The world looked very similar to the world she'd just left. But , there was one important difference. There was no room for remorse or sorrow. Time runs backwards in this world.
Old houses have this effect on me. I need to to see them. I can't not go and investigate an old house when I find them. It calls to me. This particular old house on the outskirts of town had been calling me for quite some time. Finally I had the chance to go and see it. As it, was, it would be October 31st. Halloween. The perfect time to go prowling around in a old abandoned house.
Upon arriving, I found the old wrought iron gate hanging open. It swung in the breeze. It was hard to tell where the rust ended, and the iron left off. The brick pathway up the porch was almost nonexistent. What few bricks that were still there, were broken or pushed out of place, grass and weeds had pretty much taken over the whole path and lawn, Judging from what I could see of the lawn in the moon. Mostly weeds.
Reaching the porch, I Found it to be about what I expected. The steps where crocked from sinking into the ground, and when I finally arrived at the top, I found the planks were worn, and and mostly bare wood. The paint had long since been wore off by traffic and weather. many of the planks that were still there were also rotted to their center. All in all the porch was dangerous place to be. How the roof of the porch was still standing was mystery of its own.
After carefully making my way across the porch, I found the front door. With my powerful flashlight I looked over the door, At one time it had been a handsome door. Complete with stained glass and brass hardware. Now the glass was gone, save a few pieces around the edge. The brass doorknob hung loosely in the door. Jiggling it a bit, I managed to get it to sort of work.
With several loud creaks and moans it slowly swung open to the inside of the house. Dust and cobwebs assaulted me as the door moved. Eventually, it swung all the way in. Standing in the door frame, I waited a second. Using the flashlight I looked around the room before stepping in. Satisfied it didn't look immediately dangerous, I carefully took a step into the room.
Entering the room was essentially stepping back in time. As I started to look more carefully around the room. The furniturings were of the late 1800's. Victorian, as near as I could tell. As a begun to get a little more comfortable being in the room, and started walking around, I started feeling at home in the room. Then I seemed to feel a presence with me. Looking around behind me. I find in the hallway entrance,a gentleman standing there.
He was old. The suit was formal, almost to the point of being a tuxedo. He stood tall and stiff. as if he'd been standing like that for decades.
"May I help you Sir?" he inquired tersely.
Whether he was surprised to see me or not I couldn't tell. But I was surprised to see him standing in a old abandoned house.
"With your permission, sir, " he said quietly as he turned on the oil lamp on the table. Upon the light coming on, I could now clearly see the rest of the room. I was right, It was a typical Victorian house. Complete with a english butler.
"Will you be spending the night here, Sir ? I'll turn down your bed ."
It was if he knew me. and was not at all surprised to see me in the parlor. Even at this late hour.
I was still coming to grips with the proceedings. Much less with the whole idea of having a butler.
"If I may ask, What is Your name? I seemed to have forgotten."
"Arthur, Sir, He replied unfazed at my question or response to him.
"Arthur, Do you know who I am?
"Yes sir, Your Lord Edward Nelson. The owner of this house."
"Arthur, when was the last time you saw me ?"
"This morning sir, as you were going into town on some business."
Arthur seem unmoved by the whole turn of events. It was normal for him to have his master appear at midnight.
"Arthur, one one question, What is today's date?"
"October 31, 1895 Sir." Arthur answered all my questions without so much as blinking an eye in surprise.
I had wasn't sure what to think or do, My name is Edward Nelson. And I seemed to remember that I did have a grandfather who was a british lord. A british Lord, who had come to the states about the year he said. Looking around some more, I saw I portait of of a very distinguished gentleman.
"Arthur, Who is that?" I indicate the portrait.
"Thats you sir, " It was me, looking down on me.
Returning to the front door. It is exactly as it should be, beautiful and the window is filled with stained glass. What I can see in the moonlight looks completely different than it did when I entered the old house. The porch is now perfect, and what little I can see of the lawn is in perfect shape. I had a sense of familiarity and calm slowly come over me.
"Yes Arthur, I believe I will be spending the night."