Day 01

The reason I'm writing this is to document the strange events that have been happening to me over the last few days. I feel that unless I can record them, I would not be able to recall them in the future with such detail. There is a sense of disconnect when they happen, as if I am merely imagining the events or they're a part of some alternate reality that can't be seen by anybody else? Where to even begin?

Three days ago I awoke in my bed in my first floor flat to the sound of almighty crash - I immediately slipped out of the bed and stumbled bleary-eyed to my window. Drawing the curtains aside I looked down and saw the scene: a parked red Volkswagen Golf (which I recognised as belonging to one of my neighbours who lived above me) had been smashed into by another car. Pieces of bumper and plastic littered the road and pavement next to it, a testament to the speed and force of the crash. There was no sign of the other car - they had evidently fled the scene. Probably a drunk driver, I mused. The floor above me creaked as the owner of the car also went to the window and was now in his muffled voice presumably talking to the police on the phone. By now the cold of winter morning had begun to affect me so I clambered back into bed as I thought no more of it - it wasn't my car. Why should I care? I checked my phone: 6am. Another hour until my alarm went off for work. I went back to sleep.

As I left my flat a few hours later to walk to work, I walked past the