We all remember a time where we stared at something and it just felt eerily familiar. Almost as if you've been in the exact same position before. It's a tingling experience that science itself can't explain.

I've seen it happen though. I stood behind my friend as she danced in the bar in a drunken state, I watched as a transluscent smirking figure posessed her for a moment, only to float away seconds later. I couldn't find it in me to tell her what I saw. I simply chalked it down to the alcohol getting to my head. Maybe it was just floating dust.

But it wasn't. Long after we left the bar, I saw the image over and over again. Ghosts just entering humans for seconds at a time, floating away nonchalantly like nothhing ever happened. One thing I noticed is that the person would always claim to experience some kind of deja vu. I had my suspicions, but that just couldn't be possible, right?

I didn't believe it until it happened to me. I was in an airplane bathroom, just looking at my reflection. I saw the figure enter from behind, but instead of being afraid, I felt a wave of calm rush through me. This has happened before. Everything about the aircraft began to feel familiar - the walls, the windows, even the carpets. It was the textbook definition of deja vu. Yet I knew it couldn't be possible, this was the first time I boarded an aircraft.

"Who are you?" I whispered in my head.

"I am the captain," a hoarse voice whispered back. "I was the captain, before they replaced me. I spent my last moments in this very aircraft. This is my home."

Then he disappeared.

I couldn't relax the whole trip. It was hard to wrap your head around these kinds of things. deja vu isn't just a product of our own brains, or even the things we saw in another life, it was ghosts entering our bodies so they could experience things from a human point of view once again. And I don't know if that saddens me or terrifies me. I never told a single soul after that, not even when my friends mentioned it, not even when it happened again.

As comforting as it is to think that forgotten memories are stored in some special place in this world, they actually aren’t. They go directly to hell, for a demon to view. This is what gives them access to your very being. This is what lets them torture and tempt you throughout your lifetime.

So, my advice when you go to sleep tonight: don’t forget. Because even the tiniest memories are crucial.