I don't know where I am.
I mean, I do, but I can't figure out how this happened.
I can't show pictures because they erase themselves before I can post them.
I don't know how they even do it.
It's strange.
Did someone do this?
This place, it's odd.
There's this one guy in a black bodysuit and a white mask, like that one milk demon on Tiktok.
For some reason, he haunts me.
He harasses me to with no end.
When I try to sleep, he's there.
When I try to eat, he's there.
When I try to do anything at all, he's there.
It shakes me to my core.
This place isn't even physically possible.
I've done the measurements.
My parents tell me that I'm hallucinating.
But I'm sure that I'm not.
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House
RandomHelp. I don't know where I am. Those were the words of our Narrator, who contacted me with an email, asking for me to document his experience in this story. I don't know why he has done this or even why he asked me, but I'm willing to oblige.
