Honestly, the first thing I thought after I woke up was, 'I'm alive?' And that very thought weirded me out since for one, I didn't ever remember being dead. Like seriously! Why would anyone ever remember being dead?!
After that I went to school like normal, though with a lingering black cloud at the back of my mind. Meeting Trisha after that was nothing short of a dream, with a rush of emotions and memories coursing my mind...and then I cried, without ever holding back.
A year passed without any problems caused by the abominable meteorite Mega, or so I thought.
I woke up again, this time in a foreign world, a world I only knew through the back of a screen. I didn't really freak out, more like I was too freaked out to even really freak out or show myself freaking out! Okay, enough of that.
The revelation that I wasn't the only one stuck in an unknown world, though, really did shock me! And simply like that, my friend's and my adventures began in the different worlds of Anime, Stories and Games. Regretfully, though, I was to be joined in my adventure by the most sadistical human of all.
Nightmares and Dreams, two faces of the same coin, a lesson we all learned, sadly a little too late, showing the dark side of each of us and ones dreams~
This is not just a horror story. This is my truth.
Everything written in these pages happened to me - not in my dreams, not in a story I made up - but in my real life. It all started inside a private Catholic school; a place I believed would protect me from anything evil. But I was wrong. Evil doesn't care where you are. It only cares if you see it. And I did. I saw The Black Figure - a silent, unmoving entity with dark red eyes, watching me from the upper floors of our school. Ever since that day, my life has never been the same.
No one else saw it. No one else believed me. But it kept coming back - in my dreams, in reflections, in the church, and even on the streets. It doesn't speak. It doesn't chase. It simply stands... and watches. Yet its presence suffocates me, crushes my spirit, and kills without touching. It doesn't haunt places. It haunts me. And even now, after I've graduated, after I thought it was over, it returned - deadlier, bolder, and closer than ever.
I wrote this because I need to survive. Because I believe the moment I stop writing, stop telling the truth... it will take me. This book is not for fun. It's not entertainment. It's my warning, my journal, and maybe my last confession. If you feel cold while reading, even under the sun... if your lights flicker, or your reflection doesn't blink when you do - don't panic. But don't ignore it.
Because once you see the Black Figure...
It never leaves.