At first, it felt like a mistake.
A random thought.
Out of place.
He was sitting quietly…
Not doing anything special…
When suddenly, a sentence appeared in his mind.
Clear.
Too clear.
“Don’t trust her.”
He frowned immediately.
“What?”
That didn’t make sense.
There was no context.
No reason.
And more importantly…
It didn’t feel like his thought.
It felt… inserted.
He shook his head.
Ignored it.
Everyone has strange thoughts sometimes.
Right?
But then it happened again.
Later that day.
He was talking to someone.
Listening.
Responding normally.
Then suddenly—
“She’s lying.”
The thought came again.
Sharp.
Interrupting everything.
His chest tightened.
He looked at her.
She looked normal.
Acting normal.
Nothing strange.
But now…
He couldn’t ignore it.
Because that thought didn’t come from him.
It didn’t build up.
It didn’t form.
It just… appeared.
Complete.
Finished.
Certain.
He went home that night uneasy.
Trying to understand.
“Am I overthinking?”
“Is this anxiety?”
But deep down…
He knew.
This was different.
Over the next few days…
The thoughts came more often.
More specific.
More personal.
“They’re watching you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Leave now.”
Always sudden.
Always direct.
And always…
Not his.
He tried to fight it.
Ignored them.
Distracted himself.
But they didn’t stop.
They adapted.
Got louder.
Clearer.
Like something was pushing through.
One night…
He sat alone.
Completely still.
Trying to isolate his thoughts.
Trying to feel what was his…
And what wasn’t.
Silence filled the room.
Then—
A thought.
“Look at the mirror.”
His heart slowed.
“No…”
This time…
He didn’t want to follow it.
But his body felt heavy.
Like resistance was harder than obedience.
Slowly…
He stood up.
Walked toward the mirror.
His reflection stared back.
Normal.
Everything normal.
Then—
Another thought.
“Say something.”
He stayed silent.
“I’m not doing this,” he whispered.
The thought came again.
Stronger.
“Say something.”
His chest tightened.
His throat felt… tense.
Like something was building.
Then suddenly—
He spoke.
Without deciding to.
“I can hear you.”
His eyes widened instantly.
“I didn’t say that…”
But his voice did.
His body did.
Then—
Another sentence.
Calm.
Cold.
“I know.”
His breath stopped.
Because now…
He wasn’t just thinking thoughts.
He was answering them.
Without control.
Without permission.
And in that moment…
He understood something terrifying:
His mind…
Was no longer just his.
