My name is Jason Hollows and I don't know who will read this and i don't care but I just need to write down my thoughts. I feel like I'm going insane. There's this man. I have never seen him before.

For about four weeks now. A Man, in a grey shirt, blueish pants, and in some shitty shoes have been in my dreams. I don't know what he wants or who he is. I need answers.

*couple days later*
I'm back writing in this journal. First he was in my dreams but today I him.. lurking in the shawdows. Imma go to the police. I don't know if it's a good idea or not but right now I value my safety.

I think he was observing every little thing I do. I think he's obsessed with me. He was writing something on his all blacked out notebook. It had a skull and cross of bones on it.

I'm now on the train and he's sitting a couple seats down from me. I don't think he knows i know and i hope he doesn't know I'm writing what could me my last moments.

I get off the train -he follows- as I expected. He started running after me but I think I got away from him. I figure I should go back home.

I arrive at my house. The lock is busted. I walk in and nothing is touched. I go upstairs. And there are all these photos of me on my bed. Photos from years ago.. I got this "LEAVE NOW" feeling and I ran as fast as I could.

I called my best friend and asked if I could stay with him. "For sure, brother" He told me. I preceded to tell him everything that has happened. "Ah shit, man. That's rough. But you brought that shit to my pad"?

The man arrives at my friends place. He has a sawed off his in hand. My friend told me to run. and I did. But I saw my friend get shot. The man is here.




The guy who wrote in this is dead. But he asked me why. I told him "Because.. You were chosen".

P.S tell the cops and you're next

-The Man
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