The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday

The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday

The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday.

Trapped in a place where memory resets every morning, one outsider must uncover the secret before he forgets too.

When I first arrived in Silmont, it felt like stepping into a painting: cozy houses, flower-lined streets, and smiles that reached every eye. But within 24 hours, I realized something was very wrong. The townspeople were kind, welcoming even a bit too perfect. But by the next morning, none of them remembered who I was.

At first, I thought it was a prank. Then I thought they were lying. Then I noticed something terrifying: they didn’t remember each other either.

Good Morning, Stranger.

Day two began like day one. I walked into the café I’d eaten at the day before, sat at the same window seat, and waved to the waitress—Anna, if I remembered right. She looked straight through me, smiling politely like she’d never seen me before.

Welcome! First time in town?” she asked.

I paused. “No… I came in yesterday.”

Oh? That’s strange. I remember everyone who walks through that door.”

I stared at her. “You served me yesterday. You told me your sister owned this café.”

She blinked, confused. “I don’t have a sister.”

My blood ran cold.

Everyone Forgot Everything… Every Day

It wasn’t just Anna. The gas station attendant I’d joked with yesterday? He swore we’d never met. The woman I’d shared a bus with? She screamed when I said her name.

I checked my phone. No signal. No Wi-Fi. My GPS was scrambled. The bus stop I’d arrived at didn’t show up on Google Maps. There were no buses scheduled in or out.

That night, I locked my motel door and started writing everything down in a journal.

July 18: Everyone here forgets everything every day. I must not forget.

The One Person Who Remembered Me

On day five, I met someone who didn’t forget.

She was sitting by the fountain in the town square. Pale skin. Blue dress. Eyes filled with recognition.

I was hoping you’d still be here,” she whispered.

“You remember me?”

She nodded. “Barely. The more days I stay, the harder it is. The town eats your memory. If you don’t leave in time… you become one of them.”

Her name was Eliza. She had come to Silmont six months ago, looking for her missing brother.

He never left. But now he smiles and serves coffee like nothing ever happened.”

A Town Built on Forgetting

Eliza and I began to dig. Old books, dusty libraries, and faded letters. We discovered Silmont had no hospital, no high school, and no graveyard. No one aged. No one died. Every citizen seemed frozen in time.

That’s when we found the tapes—hidden inside the town hall basement. Dozens of VHS cassettes labeled with dates and names.

We watched them. Each one showed a day in the life of someone who had come to town and slowly lost their memory.

Experiment 73: Subject shows signs of resistance on Day 3.”

Experiment 103: Memory reset successful on Day 7.”

Silmont wasn’t just a town. It was a test site.

You Were Part of This…

The final tape shook me to the core.

I saw myself. But not arriving—working. Wearing a lab coat. Giving instructions. I was one of the researchers.

The memory reset hadn’t just happened to the town.

It happened to me.

Eliza turned to me, tears in her eyes. “You did this to them… to me… and to yourself.”

I couldn’t speak.

She handed me a vial. “This slows the reset. You have two days. After that, your mind becomes theirs again.”

The Choice I Had to Make

I stood at the edge of Silmont with the journal in my hand and the vial in my pocket.

If I took it, I might escape. I might remember who I was. But I might also have to face the guilt of what I’d done.

If I stayed, I’d forget everything. Again. And again. I would smile, serve coffee, wave at strangers, and never know what I’d lost.

I opened the journal. The last page read:

If you’re reading this, you’re still here. And that means you still have a choice.”

I closed the book, looked back at Silmont and walked into the woods.

✍️ Writer’s Note:

Some places don’t exist on any map. Some truths hide behind smiles. And some stories like Silmont are waiting for someone who remembers just enough… to tell the world what they saw.

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