So, I guess I should write a little more about myself.

Just in case anyone does happen across this thing.

To be honest there really isn't much to tell.
My name's Jake, and I live in the UK. In the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by little patches of fucking woods. Which is just wonderful...

I'm unemployed. I dropped out of collage because I couldn't focus on any of the lessons I tried to take. And I've never really planed a future for myself.

And now... well now I suppose none of it matters.
I still live in my family household. (Regrettably, I know It's pathetic).

But that will likely have to change soon.

...

Okay. This is where I just stop for a moment to get it out there. Mainly for your protection, potentially unwary traveller of the internet, who has happened across this shitty blog of mine.

The blogs I've read... were about Him.
The people I hope to contact are stalked by Him.
And... I have seen Him too. And He saw me...

At this point if you don't know what I'm talking about then I beg you, LEAVE.
Right now.
I don't care how fucking curious it might be.
Just fucking click the 'close window' button on whatever screen you're reading this on.

Please...for your own sake, don't read any more.

On the other hand, if you DO know of what I speak. Then feel free to stick around. I can't promise a cheery conversation, but I'll welcome anyone who knows what I'm talking about and doesn't think I'm completely crazy.

I'm not going to go and explain how I found out about Him. Because we all more or less found out the same way...
What I will say is that I never in my mind confirmed nor denied His existence. Same as I never confirmed nor denied the existence of the runners who blog the horrors of their lives.

Of course, now that I've actually seen Him I'm more inclined to believe He really is out there. But even so I have to hold on to the possibility it was just... in my head.
But even if He, It... was. Does that really make it any less real?
If some of the runners I've grown fond of die, and yet they were just made up characters... does that make it any easier to accept that they're gone?

I don't think so.

The way I see it (and always have seen it) is that if you treat something that has the possibility to be real, as real. Then you can't lose out. For example, if I was to read about someone who asked me for help, and I said "It's just story, so it doesn't matter." and that person died... then they would still be dead.
Real or not.
And if they WERE in fact real then... what would that make me, or any of us?

So the bottom line is, at least for me, I treat all things related to this crap with at least the possibility that it's real.
And that is all I really ask of you.
That is if there is someone reading this, and you already knew what I was talking about...

Because if you didn't you need to get the fuck out while you can.