❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation

let me believe

They keep telling me it's fake.

That He isn't real. That I'm just sick. Just delusional. Just another person clinging to shadows and superstition, twisting my own mind into something terrifying.

They say I'm not even researching anymore—just feeding into my own need to believe.

"You're not looking for the truth," they say. "You're just trying to convince yourself it's real."

They tell me what I saw was never there. That the fear I planted in the people closest to me was for something that never existed.

But I lived this.

I lived the shadows stretching too long in the corners of my room. The things breaking by themselves—the shattered glass, the doors creaking open in the dead of night. The whispers in the static, the flickering lights, the paranoia that never leaves.

And yes, I am mentally ill. My BPD makes life difficult in ways most people will never understand. I struggle. I question myself. I lose my grip on reality sometimes. But I am not crazy.

I know what I saw.

I know what my boyfriend felt—the cold hand gripping him when no one was there.

I know what my mother heard—the voice calling from the hallway when the house was empty.

I am not making everyone fear something nonexistent. I am not fabricating this for attention. I just want to show them what might be real.

I am not that young girl who once obsessed over the macabre for the thrill of it. I am an adult now. And I see a pattern.

A strange, impossible pattern.

And it always leads back to Him.

The Faceless One.

Even when I stopped researching, He didn't fade. Even when I tried to move on, things still happened. It was never just me. It was never just paranoia.

And now they want me to forget. To stop believing.

But I can't.

This gives my life meaning.

I don't care if they think I'm different. I don't care if they tell me to move on. I don't care if they call me crazy. I am not alone. There are others like me. Others who have seen, who have felt.

I just want to believe.

Please.

Just let me believe.