Bizarre Awakening Short Stories & Novels

The night my fiancée ran over my sister, all she had to do was show me a family photo—and I dropped to my knees before the police and confessed. For seven years, my parents called me a monster, my relatives said I deserved to rot, and I wasn't even allowed to touch my sister's ashes. The day I walked free, my fiancée came to meet me in a wedding dress. Smiling, she pressed a wedding invitation into my hand. "I'm marrying your brother. You took the fall for me, and now you're just an ex-con. Stay away from us." I should have torn the invitation to pieces and demanded to know why. Instead, I smiled and nodded. Then, with everyone watching, I signed over everything I owned—every property, every share, even the old house my parents had left me. Everyone called me spineless. Pathetic. Until her wedding day, when I took out that same family photo. One look at it, and her parents dropped to their knees, smashing their foreheads against the floor. Her husband looked once, seized a champagne bottle, and shattered his own kneecap. And my ex-fiancée finally went mad.

When I woke up, I had somehow become trapped in the body of my disobedient daughter. I had sacrificed everything, living frugally to send her to the best school. Yet, she called me almost daily, claiming—like someone trapped in a paranoid delusion—that her teachers and classmates were out to harm her. She was willful and rebellious, picky about food, befriending the wrong crowd, and even dating a troublemaker at a young age. As a sister, she was far from kind, constantly bullying her younger brother. And school? Surely, it couldn’t be harder than working a full-time job. But then, as I lived in her shoes, a group of girls cornered me in the restroom, kicking me mercilessly. Returning home, I was met not with care but with a sorry excuse for a meal. Only then did I begin to understand the pain my daughter had endured...

My husband's ex-girlfriend left behind a cat that could nurse my daughter like a woman. I turned on my camera and livestreamed this horrifying scene. The stream instantly went viral, and people approached me offering high prices for the cat. When I agreed to sell it, my husband went crazy, clutching the cat and screaming that it could not be sold. Even my sister-in-law, who had always doted on me, furiously yelled at me for being brainless. In my previous life, I accidentally discovered the cat in our house nursing my daughter. I was terrified when I saw my daughter's satisfied expression! What made me feel even more horrified was that the cat's chest area had no fur at all. It was smooth and delicate, like a nursing woman's. Moreover, this cat usually either bared its teeth at me or scratched me with its claws. Every night, it slept in my husband's arms. Thinking of all this made my skin crawl, and I immediately decided to throw the cat out. Unexpectedly, my usually gentle and refined husband became incredibly frenzied. "I raised this cat with my own hands. It's no different from my child! If you dare throw away my cat, then we're getting divorced!" My sister-in-law also urged me to keep the cat. She even gave me sleeping pills, claiming I had been under too much stress lately. That night, my daughter died in my arms, and I also died in bed from excessive grief. Only after my death did I learn that the cat was my husband's ex, and my daughter was the medium for her life exchange. Their true purpose was to steal my body. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was just discharged from the hospital.