So, it's been a while. I know Jessey's out there still. His parents and the cops are still searching for him. When they ask me about him, I just say the usual "I haven't seen him, I hope he's okay."
Now you all need to know the truth.
There are beings we should not know about, beings which can literally erase you from existance. They can destroy all the evidence and memories that anyone has to prove your life was real. I'm surprised I can still type. I'm surprised that I and Jessey are still alive.
In the note he gave me a while ago, he explained they have powers, and are almost Gods. They control everything. And no, this is not some kind of government conspiracy. There is no way in hell that these things are human.
Jessey saw one of them at that party. We all did. I'm worried about the other people from that night. I haven't been able to get into contact with anyone... Well...
Another friend of mine, she was there.
She's in the mental institution downtown.
They can come for you whenever. And if they decide to confide in you, well, let's just say that's what happened to my friend. The same being from the party, it followed her home and explained things about the past and future.These things that she would not tell me. She said it was for my own good. She hates mirrors too. I guess they are a portal of some sort.
The creature from the party... He follows me. Whenever I leave the house, or even when I'm with people, he will just sit and watch me. But lately, he's not as bloody as he was before. Even when I'm at home, he'll appear in all the mirrors, as though he was behind me. At first it scared the living daylights out of me. Now, I'm used to it. He's even started to talk to me. I don't listen, I cover my ears, just as my friend instructed.
I can understand why Jessey went into the woods. There's almost no way for the being to get to him. Just so long as he stays away from ponds, and he keeps his laptop screen dirty.
I don't know what's going to happen to me. I'm becoming numb with fear.
Why won't he just kill me? He knows that I know too much. He has every chance in the world, some sort of weapon is around me at all times. I don't get it. Maybe that's what happened to my friend. Maybe he drove her to madness with the information of the future and the anxiety of waiting for death.
I don't know but I'm close. So close, I can feel it.
