Inside No. 9

I thought of my childhood, of laughter and love. Of moments that still lingered, refusing to fade. I thought of the pain and the sorrow, the memories that kept me up at night.

At first, nothing seemed to change. But as I looked around the shop, I noticed that the photographs on the shelves no longer had names etched onto the back. The faces were familiar, yet... inside no. 9

"What do you want to forget?" Mr. Finch asked, his voice low and soothing. I thought of my childhood, of laughter and love

But as I turned to go back, the shop was gone. The alleyway was empty, save for a small piece of paper on the ground. On it, a message was scrawled in faint handwriting: I thought of my childhood