There were several episodes in my life where there were periods of time that I could not seem to account for. And I am not just talking about a couple of hours or a day. I am talking about months, usually about three or four. You may ask why I am bringing this up now and the reason is simple: I am now 65 years old and heading into retirement and have nothing better to do with my time, so I have decided to map out the course of my life since my first memories as child. But as I mapped out my life it became apparent to me that every five years or so there were blank periods where I literally could not remember anything that had happened. The first blank space of time that I could recall was when I was about 15 years old and then every five years or so the blanks would happen again, but I did not know why. These missing periods plagued my mind greatly so I decided to see a retrocognition specialist to help me restore these memories. Retrocognition is form of a fortunetelling where one looks back into someone's past to account for missing periods of time.
It took me some effort but I eventually found a retrocognitionist. I did not know what to expect when I arrived to her house. I knocked on the front door but instead a side door opened and an old lady that once was likely very beautiful came out to greet me. We then walked down about ten steps until we reached the side door and then went inside. Suddenly the lady became very quiet and the only thing that she said was for me to sit down by a table. She then disappeared in behind a curtain and when she returned she was holding a machine with dozens of wires that were attached to electrodes. She then stuck the electrodes to my forehead and temples and then did the same to herself with another set. Seconds later she flipped on a switch and there was buzzing noise and I could then feel pulsations inside my head. The retrocognitionist then began to ask me a battery of questions in regards to these fragmented years of my life. Then out of the blue I appeared to have blacked out or something unusual happened to my brain.
The next thing I knew I was sitting at home and wasn't quite sure what had happened at the retrocognitionist. There were pieces of memories but they were floating in my mind and needed time to settle. Once they settled I felt terror inside me. Now as I looked at the chart of my life I could see that in these missing segments of time there were incidents of horror that caused emotional blackout. These missing periods of my life then came back to me in flashes of insanity. I could not believe what I had done. I was a killer, a slasher to be more exact and while I was doing the killing I became so psychotic that I blacked out in a fit of rage and never remembered doing the killings. During my flashbacks I had counted thirteen killings I had committed.
Panicking, I needed to get out of my apartment and go for a drive to let everything sink in, but I could not find my wallet which contained my driver's license. I must have left it at the retrocognitionist's. I drove back to her basement suite and hammered on the door. She wouldn't answer. I knew the little tramp had stolen my wallet. I tried the door handle and it twisted open. I stepped inside and there was my wallet on the floor right beside her body that I had slashed to death in a blackout rage.