I woke up in the living room. Others were still still lying down. My head was dizzy. I got up to my feet and went into the kitchen because I was thirsty. I found a bottle of water in the fridge and I drank the whole bottle.

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I heard a girl waking up. It was Sarah. I went out with another bottle of water. I made her sit on the sofa and gave her the bottle. I said, “I just woke up minutes before you.” She said, “Who are you? Who am I?” She didn’t remember. 

When I was fainting I thought I wouldn’t remember about me again the next time I wake up. But fortunately that didn’t happen this time. Debbie woke up next.

I pulled her up offered her water then asked her, “What the hell are you hiding behind that door? If you don’t tell me, I will tell others how you hid it from me and all of us will go back and check it out!”

She said, “Calm down! I’ll take you down there and show you. Don’t involve anyone else.” She did not forget.

As the others started waking up and Sarah was attending to them, Debbie took me down the door. As we went down she told me that she would explain everything and I had to stay quiet. I went down with her and I saw voodoo crap down there.

It looked like some evil witch’s lair and the old spell book caught my eye.. “Before you crap out,” she said, “I am a witch. I found this out a day before yesterday. Before that every day when the clock hit 3:10 we used to faint and forget the past day.

That day you tried to get away from the house but as the clock hit 3:10 I suppose you fainted. When I found out I was a witch I read through the book there and I found out that a spirit with scary eyeballs had trapped us here and we were bound by its spell which kept messing with our memories.

I did a spell to reverse the last spell which kept us from remembering what happened the previous day and I remembered everything. Yesterday I did that reversal spell on you. I didn’t do it on others because I suspect the spirit to be with us in the house.

It could be anyone. Now please stop acting paranoid and help me find this spirit so that we can put an end to this.”

“How did you know I was not the spirit?” I asked.

She said, “You ran for your life. I thought the spirit won’t do that. I think this spirit is after our souls. We need to find it before it does that.”

I thought all this witchy spirit crap was bullshit but I could see that she was not lying and I had my memory of the past day and the rest didn’t. Maybe she was telling the truth. So I said, “Okay… Where do we start?”

“We’ll need to be discreet. Nobody should know that we remember. Act normal. Blend in and look for something out of the ordinary.” She said.

I agreed and the hunt for the spirit began…