Reddit Shenanigans

So this is a reddit post that I wrote in response to a prompt that is as follows: You are visited by a spirit in the night, but this isn't just any ghost; it's you.

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Sleep has always been elusive for me. I started taking dipenhydramine when I was in college to help. But there are some nights that it's simply impossible.

I was tossing and turning, my wife was just to my left and started to groan. That groan meant she was mad at me for keeping her up (and rightly so). I rolled out of bed and went downstairs.

Eating never really helped, so I went for the Brita to drink some water. When I closed the door, he was standing there leaning against the oven. I jumped, but he held a hand up as if to say he wasn't there to hurt me.

It was my father. He'd died years before. There was no way he was standing here. But it was him.

But he was blurry, like it was out of focus. I had my glasses on so I wiped them off to clear it up, but it was blurry like ever-so-slightly out of focus.

His head tilted. Then it shook as if to say "no". He knew what I was thinking.

"You aren't my father"

He shook his head. It was still blurry, but distinctly a no.

"Who are you??"

He pointed at me. He was me. How the hell was he me?!

He walked forward and through me. I felt a profound sense that's impossible to describe. At first it made me cold and my skin crawled, then I felt a deep sense of dread and regret. He, I mean I, regret something.

He stopped in the dining room and turned to me. He held his hand to his chest and looked up as if to my bedroom. He turned and disappeared.

I knew it was a warning. I still don't know about what, but I'm warning myself about regret.

I hope I don't find out.