[ WP ] You hit it off with someone at the bar , and eventually you head to their place . However , when they turn on the lights , you see various candid pictures of you on the walls . The door closes behind you .

`` We've been waiting with you,'' she told me as she starred off into a picture of me on the wall, hiking. It looked familiar, until I realized I was n't facing the camera in this photo. Why did she have my picture? We had just met at the bar an hour ago. I looked around, photos just like this, photos of me, covered every wall of her windowless apartment. I heard the door latch behind me. 
 
 `` What the hell kind of game show prank is this? You ripped photos of me off of facebook and then found me at a bar? I'm sick of this-'' I turned to grab the doorknob behind me and stopped short. 
 
 It was gone. The entire space in front of me was another wall, filled with photos of my own face, laughing. 
 
 `` You ca n't run,'' she said in a wistful tone, `` wherever you go, there you are.'' The laughing that followed sounded like a diesel engine stalling out. 
 
 She turned. The chocolate eyes that had struck me with their beauty at the bar went dark, a creeping shadow crawling out of her irises and spreading over her soft face, golden hair, and red dress. `` I know I said we could meet at my place, but this is most certainly yours.'' The sole shaded light bulb above us dimmed. In every picture, the same blackness spilled out of my eyes and into my screaming mouth. 
 
 `` We know you,'' erupted a deep, crackling voice from every picture. `` Your lost. Alone. You do n't deserve this. They did this to you. You had no choice.'' 
 
 `` I did n't want to..'' I began, eyes swelling with tears until I realized the sheer insanity of this confession. 
 
 `` Shhhhh, we know. We can hide the body. We'll make sure you get away. We've already cut her out of every memory. All you have to do is let us take you over.'' 
 
 `` I... I ca n't...'' the words dribbled out as I fell to my knees, the dim memory of my beloved thrashing beneath my hands in the back of my mind. She cradled my head to her stomach with a long, black hand. 
 
 `` No. But we can. We'll give you everything you've asked for and more.'' 
 
 `` I... I loved her,'' I whispered, shutting my eyes and trying to shut my mind to all the memories I betrayed. 
 
 `` We know. We love you too. Let us in and we can show you.'' 
 
 * * * 
 
 Years later, I ’ m still amazed how easy it is to watch yourself hide a body, cry to the police, get acquitted, and start a new life with a new wife. Her name is Brenda and she has the most beautiful chocolate eyes and golden hair. I ’ m still amazed at how easy it is to watch yourself go to work, do whatever it takes to make money, and come home to make your wife smile. I ’ ve never felt so loved, and I ’ ve never felt so alone.
