Jenna found the photograph three days later.
She was looking for a pen inside her school bag when her fingers touched something hard.
She pulled it out.
An old photograph.
She frowned.
She didn't remember putting it there.
The photograph showed her house.
But the house looked different.
Newer somehow.
There were five people standing in front of it.
Jenna recognised her parents immediately.
They looked much younger.
Beside them stood an unfamiliar older man.
A boy.
And a girl.
Jenna stared at the girl.
Her stomach tightened.
The girl looked exactly like her.
Not similar.
Exactly.
She turned the photograph over.
Most of the writing on the back had faded.
There were only a few things she could make out.
One word.
Jenna.
And underneath it:
03:17
She took the photograph to school.
During lunch, she went to the library and started searching through old records.
She didn't really know what she was looking for.
She just knew she wanted an explanation.
After almost an hour, she found an old science journal.
It contained diagrams of the brain, electrical waves, sleep cycles and several pages of handwritten notes.
One phrase appeared more than once.
Memory displacement.
Jenna read further.
One sentence caught her attention.
Memory does not always belong to the person remembering it.
She read it twice.
Then a voice came from behind her.
"Where did you get that?"
Jenna turned.
Her science teacher was standing there.
He looked genuinely frightened.
"I found it."
"Give it to me."
"Why?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he looked toward the library entrance.
"You shouldn't be reading this."
"Why?"
"Forget about the house."
Jenna stared at him.
"How do you know about my house?"
The lights went out.
The library became completely dark.
Jenna heard a chair move.
Then footsteps.
When the lights came back—
her teacher was gone.
So was the journal.
Jenna looked down at the photograph.
Her hands went cold.
The writing on the back had changed.
YOU FOUND ME TOO EARLY.
Underneath it:
DO NOT GO HOME TONIGHT.
Her phone vibrated.
She opened her gallery.
There were photographs she had never taken.
The library.
The school hallway.
The school entrance.
The road outside.
Then the last photograph appeared.
Her house.
Someone was standing on the roof.
It was the girl from the old photograph.