It Knows My Name — page 4 · The Quiet Wrong

A man apologized for my father's future, then vanished. Now a token engraved 'I'M SORRY' has my name.

At my high school reunion, a man named Philip Abbott approached me. He shook my hand, then looked me dead in the eye and said, 'I'm so sorry, in advance, about your father.' My father was perfectly fine at home, but the stranger's calm, knowing tone left a chilling mark I couldn't shake.

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It Knows My Name

My get-well card arrived from a field, postmarked from a sanatorium that burned down in 1963. It wished me well for an operation I've never had, scheduled for next month.

I was just making tea on an ordinary Tuesday when a strange letter arrived. It was postmarked from Treneglos Sanatorium, a place that burned to nothing over sixty years ago, and contained a get-well card for an operation I'd never had. My research into this impossible message then led me to an old patient register where I found my own name, dated 1958.

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