User:CaseyJo

I'm usually not to type to believe in ghost stories or anything like that. I normally just listen and laugh them off because I know they're not true. But lately, I've been kind of... Skeptical that maybe I'm wrong. And that maybe there is a second universe out there that we can't see but that can see us...

My mother always told me I was different. And I never knew what she meant. Until now. I can see... things that no one else can. These horrible, horrible things... They follow me. They're watching me type this. And they know. They know quite a few things. •they know who you are •they know what you do and don't like •they know that you're "different" same as me •they know that you're vulnerable •they know that you know they're real And now you know that they're watching you, too. Just don't turn around. Whatever you do, do not turn around. That's how's they're typing this...