Since the ride, the visions had haunted the corners of his mind. A gangway, a doll, muffled screams. He’d tried to rationalize them away—maybe a dream, maybe a childhood movie memory. But the logic cracked too easily. The images weren’t vague. They felt lived-in. Real. Like a door had creaked open.
Even back home, surrounded by warmth and familiarity, the memories trailed him like shadows. He caught himself staring into space at dinner, barely tasting the food. Laughter faded into background noise. His parents noticed, of course—but it was Daisy who finally approached.