The town of Hollow Ridge prided itself on its sunsets. People gathered by the lake, watching the sky turn to gold, then amber, then deep violet. But on May 14th, the sun set... and then it rose again—just for a moment—before setting once more.
The news stations scrambled for explanations. Scientists claimed it was an atmospheric illusion. But the next morning, the town wasn’t the same.
Mrs. Calloway’s dog, which had died years ago, was barking in her yard. The grocery store had a section of brands no one had ever seen before. And John Miller’s wife, who had left him in 2015, was back in their house, making breakfast as if she’d never left.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, smiling, unaware of John’s horrified expression.
People whispered in hushed tones. Memories felt... off. Old scars disappeared. Some families swore they had one more child than yesterday.
By the time night fell, fear had settled in. What had changed? And more importantly—who had noticed?