Shifting

So, i'll be honest with you right here, right now. I know absolutely nothing about my past. Nothing. Not a single memory or a slight idea of where i came from. The first and last thing I remember about my childhood is being held is some kind of plastic container, and then 1 year later (or so it seemed) i'm here, 27 years old and living with a loving wife and 2 kids in this big, beautiful Victorian style home in the middle of the city. Odd place, I know, but it's been like this for a while now, and it seems like it's going to stay that way. Sometimes i even hear a faint laughing in the atmosphere as my wife cleans or talks to me, but i just ignore it.

My family thinks it's a severe case of Amnesia, or maybe an early, EARLY onset of Alzheimer's, but that's a long shot. Anyways, there's an even bigger point to this stupid back story. Weird things have been happening recently and i'm starting to get annoyed more than scared. I can never seem to change my outfit. which consists of blue jeans, a white and black plaid shirt with black sneakers. Every day I wake up in the same thing without even an idea of changing out of them. Every time I go to sleep, that's when things start. It started out as a piece of furniture moving from this spot to that spot or clothes disappearing and new clothes taking their place. I don't have a history of sleepwalking though. Every now i then I would notice a small little "bang" in my dreams. Actually, now that I think of it, I don't have dreams at all. I'm just in this kind of blank state. I don't see anything, hear anything, feel anything, or do anything. I just lie there on the bed till i feel like i'm getting moved out of bed.

How do I know that? My wife rarely sleeps. All she does is work work work. She'll stay up for even the stupidest things. I watched her for an hour, just trying on different clothes. She never asked "Does this look good?" or even acknowledge me. But I don't mind, because it has something to do with OCD I think, but I think it's just her being her. A girl. A girl who sits there talking to herself as if she was being talked to by someone. She did the same things every day, but with a different goal each time.

Sorry, time to get back on track. She watches me while I sleep. Yes yes it's weird that she just sits there on our pink, plastic chair, but that's what she does. She tells me that I don't even move at all. I lie there stiff and wake up like normal. While we were talking about this, I thought of the simplest idea. Ask her if she's seen anything. I asked "Honey, um, have you seen our stuff moving at night?" She looked at me, bewildered as if she didn't understand the question. "No . . . not really. I mean yea, i might move stuff here and the, but nothing is changing. Sometimes i'm just too caught up in my on little world. Take some aspirin honey and come eat dinner." With that, she left to the kitchen to cook dinner. Nothing more was ever said. Not even a hint as to why her favorite blouse, the one that she wears everyday, was still on her after she tried on so many clothes.

As days progressed, things started getting a little worse. One night I woke up to a loud bang. I immediately woke up and tried to see what was happening, but for some reason i couldn't move. I tried to sit up but it was as if i was glued under my sheets. I tried moving my head but it was a rock. Nothing responded to my brain crying for help. The only thing I could slightly see was shadows bustling and moving about. I freaked out because I knew what was happening. IT was happening. The whole shifting was happening. I can't believe I was right. The only thing that made me angry was that I can't see how it's happening. Instead of freaking out and having a fatal heart attack, I tried my best to go to sleep and ignore the banging and crashing, just in case it sets of "whatever" is doing it.

Screw this. It's worse than I thought. The furniture just didn't "move" around this time, the whole place is different! The pink chair is now gone, my Wife's favorite wardrobe is blue and modern rather than wooden and traditional. I'm totally flipping out. I knew it would be bad, but this is just completely unrealistic. What made it worse was that she didn't seem to notice. Not even a simple "Hey, what's this doing here?" She just went with it. She even seemed to like it and completely forget that she just lost her wardrobe that she had since she was a child.

I did some research and it seems that videotaping these kind of things is useful. Obviously. I rummaged through a box of old electronics and found a VHS camera. I hooked it up to a tripod, set it up in the corner of the room and was ready to go to sleep. As I got into bed, I hit my head on something hard. It was some kind of cylinder covered by the wall paper. Along with it, there was this thin crack adjacent with it that ran all the way around the room, stretching from the top of the cylinder, wrapping around the room, and meeting it back at the bottom.. In between was just a small little strip of light. I tried hard to see what was on the other side, but it was too thin to even see anything at all. I peeled the wall paper back and it seemed liked it was some kind of hinge mechanism, except it was 5x the size of the door hinges we had. I was slightly startled but decided to go to sleep and investigate it in the morning. (I'm never tired though, I just lie there and go into some kind of trance. My mood nor feelings never changed. They stay the same. 24/7)

Crashing. Banging. Screeching. It's happening. Yes. This little shit is going to get caught (excuse my language, i'm just so excited) Why am I not scared? Because it's been happening ever since I've lived here and I've never been harmed by it. Why would it harm me now? It ran it's usual course. Shadows flashing all over the place and what not. The only thing different was that it went on longer than usual, and ended with a really loud bang. I think it even shook the house, and i heard what I believe was a little girl talking about dropping something, but i think it was just me being cooped up for so long in the bed.

Morning. Finally. I sprung out of bed and went right over to the. . . where is it? WHERE'S THE CAMERA? OH GOD DAMMIT. IT WAS SHIFTED AROUND. WHY. WHY WHY WHY.

Wait. Somethings even worse. Nothing's changed, just shifted really badly this time. Somethings are turned over and even stacked on top of each other. How did it just become less dramatic, yet more aggravated? (If that makes sense) I ran around to try and find my wife, but she wasn't around. The cars gone. Oh thank god, she's just running some errands. The only thing I noticed was that, well, there were no roads. It was just me, the surrounding green lawn that meet with a brown patch of giant bushes that stretched on for a long time and looked like plastic wire wrapped in a tight coil, and a driveway that led to the big land patch of big, brown bushes. Once in a while you could see odd little pellets that looked like bloated pieces of food. When I say bloated, i mean 10x the size of regular food.

So, I finally found the damn camera. It was lodged in between the fridge and the wardrobe. Jeez. This must have been more than just shifting. It had to at least have been a large tremor or something, yet nothing was damaged at all. It was all spic and span. Not even a tiny little scratch or break. Even the glass, which was all over the cabinets. It was all fine. Maybe the tapes will have an answer.

I popped the tape out of the camera and into the VCR player it goes. I pressed play but nothing happened. The TV screen was blank, and stayed that way. What the hell? I spent good money on that camera! Wait, no I didn't. Did I? I'm really starting to be forgetful. In fact, since I can remember, I CAN'T remember my childhood. All I remember is me being in a plastic box and BAM, i'm here in this modern condo here in the middle of the forest with my girlfriend and 4 kids. Odd place, I know, but it's been like this for a while now, and it seems like it's going to stay that way. Weird things are happening though, and i can never seem to change out of my outfit, which consists of brown khakis, a blue dress shirt and black dress shoes. Sometimes I hear a little girl giggling with my girlfriend as she prances around in clothes and cooks, but I just ignore it half the time.