Amnesia Escape Room Novels & Stories

He looked at the lights in the room at the end of the second floor of the villa and felt a fit of suffering. Presumably... Eliza also felt as uncomfortable as him and couldn't fall asleep, right? He sighed and leaned against the leather seats of the car, staring at the light with fixed eyes. In fact, they were both suffering. However, even if he was sad, he had to do so. After Hamza lost his memory for more than 20 years, when he learned that Shreya had become a vegetable and might never wake up again, he finally regained his memory. "This kind of amnesia drug can make people forget their happiness and only remember everything related to pain."

I walk to the laptop and read what he was working on. "Amnesiac Mind Drug" The smallest dose causes the user to experience a severe memory loss which depending on the dosage can either be permanent or temporary. I scan down the file till I find the person who created this Drug. Anastasia Amber Knight. I close the laptop and run outside. I get into my car and drive to the hospital. My father has a lot of explaining to do. . I run up to the hospital receptionist. "Um... excuse me I'm looking for a red head woman who was in Labour and her husband has black hair"I tell the lady.

Marcus immediately locked the red door. “They’ll break through soon.” I looked around the room desperately. “There has to be another exit.” Amelia pointed toward the wall. “There.” I looked where she pointed. A painting hung above the wall. I pulled it down carefully. Behind it was another keypad. But this one had letters. Three words appeared across it. REMEMBER WHO YOU LOVED. Brandon looked toward me afterward. “That sounds like you.” I stared at the keypad. “What am I supposed to enter?” Amelia suddenly whispered quietly.

She dragged herself out of sight and into the woods a short way, and curled up in a pile of leaves in some bushes and fell asleep. "Amaris!!" She stirred and could not remember where she was or what she was doing. "Amaris!!" The voice again brought her surroundings into greater relief. The voice was in her head. She was alone in the dark. She was in the woods. "Amaris!! Please. Please be alright!" She recognized that voice. It was Lyle. "Lyle?" She answered back tentatively. "Amaris? Where have you been? Are you okay? They said that they wiped out the house where you guys were staying. I have not been able to communicate with anyone else so I had no way of knowing." Lyle so

“Yeah. I went over as soon as I heard from Karl that he had already woken up. Fortunately, he’s okay, and he’s holding up pretty well. However, there is one strange thing that happened…” “Come on. Tell it quicker, Maia. I’m dying over here,” Camille said with an exasperated voice. I scratched the back of my head. “He’s got Amnesia. Temporary Amnesia, to be precise.” “What? Are you pranking me or something?” I shook my head although she couldn't see me. “No! I wish I was, but that isn’t the case.” We both didn’t say anything for a while, and only Camille’s breaths were heard over the phone. “It really doesn’t sound like you’re joking.”

Lucia asked, shifting her question to the only doctor in the room. “There seems to be a problem Miss Lucia. She seems to be suffering from a rare type of amnesia called dissociative amnesia. She has forgotten about everything in her life, even her name” the doctor explained. The doctor's news came as a nuke which exploded right before my eyes.

His brows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the map on his phone. Seeing me, he grabbed onto me like a lifeline. "Excuse me, how do I get to Time Cafe?" I gave him directions like any helpful stranger would. "Turn left at the intersection ahead, and it's about three hundred feet down." "Okay, thank you." He thanked me and hurried away. Time Cafe. That was a little shop I had casually mentioned to him long ago, saying the name sounded nice. The convenience store clerk had been right. People who drank the amnesia water would forget their past completely. Even if they met someone they had known before, no memory would remain.

"You escaped an abduction attempt. After that, you disappeared." The sequence aligns in my mind. The van. The escape. The fall. That part is clear enough. But after — Nothing. "What happened after I escaped?" I ask. "You were found in a coastal village," he says. "Unconscious. Critical condition." A coastal village. The words mean nothing to me. "I don't remember that." "That's expected. Trauma-induced amnesia." "Will I remember?" A pause. "Maybe. Maybe not." I nod once. A year, gone, completely erased. The door opens again before I can sit with that thought.

Zeeve expressed gratitude. The boy nodded and turned his back to us, continuing to perform what he had been doing a short while before. "Did you happen to hear what he had to say? After exiting the department store, take the first left; it was take you to the front entrance, the restroom was near there.” Zeeve repeated himself while Zeiara was paying attention to what he was saying. "All right, got it, brother! I guess you'll have to wait for me here,” she said as she flashed her trademark mischievous grin.

After a movement of silence, Darren put down his cutleries looked back at her, and said, “Mom, Areiza is suffering from amnesia. She is forgotten about all of us.” “What? Amnesia?” Lillian’s eyes widened in horror. The plate in her hand fell on the ground, shattering into pieces. And the pieces of steak were scattered all over the floor. Some of the sauce is splashed onto his white shirt, leaving a tough stain. Hurriedly, she pulled out the chair beside him and sat down and asked, “Darren, what happened to Areiza? How and why did she lose her memory?” “Well, according to the doctor, the experience was so traumatizing for her that she chose to forget the painful experience subconsciously,” Da