The journal of odd occurences

Discovery.

I have realized something of importance I feel I should mention. 7 years before this chaotic state began at all, a tall man in a suit saved me from a dog.  I believe I must have mentioned this in previous chapters, and so I will not go into much detail; however this incident changed all and everything.  What I considered to simply be dumb luck changed into fate. You see, after this peculiar incident, nothing has physically harmed me ever again. I hadn't given it much thought, but it seems it is connected to all of this. How did I reach this conclusion, you ask? Allow me. 

2 years passed after that silly predicament and I discovered Creepypasta. Now, the funny thing about all of this wasn't the fact that I only read about Jeff and not Slenderman; it was the events that transpired after.  I do not recall what caused me to long after forgetting it all, but every attempt would prove fatal as I'd be reminded time and time again. Often, I would be successful at forgetfulness. That was not the problem, of course. It was remaining forgetful. I'd lay me down to sleep, having forgotten all about Them, and then a dream would haunt me, reminding me all over again of the monstrosities Creepypastas were.  There was something keeping me from forgetting. Again, at the time, I did not give it much thought, but now it all falls together. 

It haunted me so often that I decided I would put a rest to it once and for all by starting a research journal. This was around 6-7 months ago,  before I ever knew who Wolf even was. This journal was soon discovered by an individual whom I know now to be Asrick, or Clox,  a traitor to Wolf and the CPs. She messaged me regarding the journal and whilst giving me inaccurate information, sent me the links to Wolf and Tobys' Instagrams. Now, before I proceed, I feel I must mention this. If I hadn't been pestered by constant reminders of Them, I wouldn't have created that journal. Therefore I wouldn't be discovered by Clox and not given the links to Their accounts. I wouldn't have spoken to Wolf, and neither would I have known of his existence. Are you managing to connect the dots? This was fate, and planned. It was not a coincidence that me and Wolf met. It was meant to be, as they say. 

Now Wolf had attempted to reach me several times and continuously complained of something blocking him from doing so. This is crucial evidence that whatever it was that saved me has me under its protection. A friend of mine is suffering the consequences from siding with Wolf, whilst I suffer none. A bit suspicious, wouldn't you agree? That creature is keeping me out of harms' way, which must mean it needs me for something. It led me to Wolf for a reason. Whatever does it want me to do? I may never know. All that I do know is that Wolf is my destiny, and I'm meant to be by his side. I'm meant to be doing something to him or for him. Whatever it may be, I am willing to accomplish it. So long as it does not harm him. I hope to discover the answers sooner than later, for we are terribly short of time.