The Town That Skipped a Day
No one remembers June 12th — because it never happened.
In 1987, the small town of Varnor, Maine, woke to find that the date had jumped from June 11th to June 13th overnight. Newspapers, watches, even wall calendars skipped ahead.
No one remembered the missing day — until an amateur radio operator picked up a broadcast repeating:
“It’s still June 12th. Don’t let them forget.”
Weeks later, townspeople began having identical nightmares — seeing themselves living through June 12th, making terrible choices, saying things they couldn’t unsay.
When historians tried to recover records, every photo, letter, and tape from that date had been erased — as if time itself had edited it out.
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