I don't know how long I have left. Even as I type this, I can feel my mind slowly slipping away.
There was no stopping him. He appeared out of nowhere.
I thought I was hallucinating at first, nobody else ever saw him. But he was there. And he was all too real.
My family was taken first. The entire house, burned to the ground. I barely managed to escape.
And all the while, he stood there, staring, as if this was nothing new.
I was on the run for the next few days. Rushing from town to town, sleeping in ditches and eating from dumpsters.
And he would stand there, watching.
Then he changed. The tentacles appeared, and I felt he was no longer just observing. He was acting.
Every time I saw him I would hear it: nothing but static at first, but then music. Haunting music, calling, calling me to him.
I tried to ignore it. It didn't work.
I would go for days hearing nothing but the noise, until I could no longer stand it. I cut my ears off.
The music stayed.
Now, he appears before me, and I can do nothing but sit and stare back.
I can hardly think now. I am using up all my effort to type this, and I know that as soon as I am finished he will take me completely.
So I write this as a message: No matter what you do, or where you go, he will get you. And until he does, he will stand there, always watching, until you unwillingly climb into his warm embrace.