They are the perfect predators—and we created them. No...I'm sorry. I told myself that I would be honest here. After everything that has happened, that is the least I can do. I created them. I made monsters from shadows and nightmares. And for anyone who finds this journal, that is not an oversimplification either. It's the truth.
That is what is hunting you: the manifestation of fear.
They told me that it was impossible, but in the end, I proved them wrong. It just got out of hand, that's all.
I never meant to allow them to multiply.
You're probably wondering how they can be defeated. I must know, right? After all, I made these monsters. I'll tell you, but you won't like it.
Turn out the lights, and don't be afraid.
I know you can hear them now—breathing and growling out of sight—and the shadows are steadily growing. Their tendrils are reaching for you. There will never be enough light to keep them at bay. But without light, there are no shadows. So all you have to do is—let go.
Believe it or not, I know what I am doing.
You can't kill them; there is no beating them.
So take away their power, and turn off the lights.
Go on: I'm waiting.
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And the Stars Answered
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