The notes were the beginning.
Over a month ago, you see, I started finding post-it notes stuck to my monitor. Notes with URLs to several blogs, most prominently M's "Tutorial".
Then I got the login details for "email@example.com", wich belongs to "K-OS Survival", who posted some rather outrageous claims on the "Tutorial" via such a note.
Also, a lot of messages like "Help them!" or "Run and survive". I thought they were bullshit and any sane man should disregard them as a prank on behalf of his friends, right?
One problem: the notes would always appear when I was sleeping, even napping, so either I had a stalker with perfect stealth skills, some kind of guardian angel, or I was writing the notes myself somehow. Neither of these possibilities sits well with me.
Then the creepy happennings started. No, I didn't start seeing a strange tall person in formal attire, that is, not by then. I did, howver, start finding dead birds on my doorstep. A sparrow, a pigeon, a crow. That, as I put it back then, was some fucked up shit.
Then I received the last note before encountering the faceless. It read: "You don't exist. Ask the landlady. Please forgive me. -K-OS". So I casually chatted up the landlady and, well, I found I never had a roommate. My parents were apparently covering the rent, but I couldn't then and I can't now, no matter how hard I try, remember their names.
Then, when I went to my school I found that it wasn't there. The note started sinking in. I turned to go back to the apartment. I saw Him, standing across the street, just staring.
I ran back home.
I took whatever money and potentially useful things I could take and I ran like fuck.
I still get the notes, usually as an early warning, and I grew to trust them. May be a mistake, but they've saved my skin a few times when the threat was, well, more natural. ("The owners of this house are coming back tomorrow morning, you might want to skeddadle" that sort)
Today I got a note saying: "It'smyfaultit'smyfaultit'smyfault" over and over in really big letters (for a post-it note, anyway) and "He couldn't digest. Help Sandra."
The only Sandra I know of is the one in H(a)unting and she seems to have disappeared according to Matt.
Great. I'd love to help, but I'm not a Hero, just a runner.
Signing out, Pete