(The next blog evidence seems to be a Q/A, the names of the askers were never found.)
Q: What is he?
A: Nobody knows. All we know is that he isn't welcomed here.
Q: Where did you go? You haven't been on for months.
A: The dark tried taking me.
Q: What do you do when you're not updating your blog?
A: Paint what I hear. Hear what I paint.
Q: You can't run from him.
A: I can't do anything. This is hell.
(That was the last question. The blog when silent for two more weeks, then a strange blog popped up, only to be deleted an hour later. We were able to find the original and a translation)
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Translated: I am the lost. I am forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Silence Is Key
HorreurHe's after her. Only she knows what he is. All she knows is that. He's always watching.
