I have a fever as I’m writing this. I haven’t slept in days. Every time I try, he’s there, waiting for me. My mind is racing. What day is it? What year? My memories are scattered. I shouldn’t have taken it this far. I have stared into the abyss. I have fallen past the edge that separates light and dark.
We are to blame, all of us.
Approach what I’m about to tell you with caution. Anyone who reads this text will find themselves in danger. But you probably think I’m bluffing right? How could a story be dangerous? If you feel so inclined, read on to find out.
This is my final warning. If you want to live a good and decent life, then walk away. But if you stop reading now, you will live your life without knowing what’s out there, in the darkness. And if you never discover the truth, then how can you expect to fight it?