Being alone was never something I enjoyed. As a matter of fact, I actually always hated it. Being alone was the absolute worst thing that could ever happen to me. No one ever seemed to understand that, though. They figured that because I'm introverted, I always wanted to be alone. No, I don't. I get lonely, too. I get scared...
People would tell me there's nothing to be afraid of, y'know? I was just hearing things, or imagining something. I did my best to believe them. That was when it got bad.
I had convinced myself that there was nothing there, that the weird noises, the dark shapes were all in my head. I had an overactive imagination, and it was trying to bleed into reality. It's not like I was anywhere dangerous, either. I was just sitting at home, watching a movie. Alone.
You see, that's when they strike. The things that hide when other people are around. They make those weird noises, they're the dark shapes you think you see out of the corner of your eye. Once you've lulled yourself into a false sense of safety, they get you.
They got me.
Now I'm one of them. I'm sitting in the shadows, watching and waiting. When you least expect it, we'll be coming for you.
