The guy. I know it sounds crazy but-the guy.

Ok. There is I guy I see. Just... imagine is there. He scares the lliving you-know-what out of me. I'll admit I get scared easily but this.... this is different.

He wears a black, hooded cloak. He almost always has it up. But when he has it down... it's confusing. His skin is a very light grey. And his eyes are big, but not bugged-out. They are black, and they shine. As in, like when someone has tears in there eyes? It's like that. But they have no expression, I'm sure, because even though he's terrifying to look at, I can still read people well. No emotion. His nose is normal. His lips are so light you almsost can't see them. All you see for his mouth is the crease of the lips. His ear are slightly more pressed back than normal. His hair is a blonde-ish/brown, and very short. Buzz-cut, almost. His face is shaped like a rounded-off square. The few times I have see his face he had a few drops of blood on it. He's amazing and hdeous to me at the same time. I don't know how.

Like I said, most of the time he has his hood up. But, he always, ALWAYS, has something in his hands...and it's always covered and dripping with blood. I've seen a lot of things. He's has mini-shovels,hatchets, knives, hammers, bats, crowbars, ect. One thing that really got me once was he had my teddy bear. I've had it since I was about one. It really got to me. And, of course, dearest Teddy was covered and dripping in blood.

Another thing that always happens when I see him is I cannot hear. I litterally go deaf, temporarily. As soon as he's gone I can though. But, whenever he leaves I always get a...message, if you will, of what he could have or was saying. For example, when he had my teddy bear, he had held it out to me, but I didn't take it. He left, keeping it, and I got the "message" he had said "I found it.... I found you're bear...here. Take him.. he's fine, now.." The "now" scared me.

Another thing about him is that... sometimes he's there. Just there. Sometimes he's standing there, watching me. Other times he's chasing me, or attacking me, with what ever is in his hand at that time. And sometimes he's tried to give whatever he has to me. A few times he's just followed me, gripping the object tight.. his arm tensed. Like he was ABOUT to attack or chase me.

Once or twice he's tried to frantically give me something and I wouldn't, and he's throw it down and he'd disappear.

I've only seen him, though, in darkness, usually when I'm alone. I see him a lot in my stairwell at home. Sometimes he's on thebalconey above the stairwell.(And James doesn't count as being there, for those of you who know him).

I'm not sure what to make of this, but I'm terryfied. I can't tell if he's real or fake anymore.

Been a while, eh?

Heh. Sorry I haven't posted anything in...well a year. Ha. Yeah I've been super busy and... a lot of things have been going on. It's been wild over in Cali4nia! Hahaha. Yeah I actually did that-don't ask why. Inside joke. But boy oh boy. I promise to put things up more often! Love, love.