Post 4: November 30 2014

It's been confirmed. The shadow-people are real. They exist. I'm not the only one who can see them. I'm not crazy, even though others cannot see them, in the same way that not everybody can feel God's presence in their lives. Damian sees them as well, hears their commanding voices and feels their presence. They're real and I'm not their only victim!
"We're the weirdoes of this world, the freaks... and we see them. What if their the outcast of theirs and that's why we could see them? Since we're both crazy, maybe that's why could communicate with each other? Doesn't that make sense?"
"Maybe we see the real world, but the others, their minds are being controlled? What if they're the crazy ones?" I asked, and we laughed.
Nobody believed us, they say that it's not real. They just can't see it. The King has them under control. I'm one of those whom managed to see the real world. The thing about the Shadow-People is that they hadly show themselves, if there's other people- real ones- or speak to you. The King wants others to think I'm crazy so that they don't believe me and see the real world or even consider what I'm saying. The real world can be terrifying, but at least I know that I can see what's real.
I need to free others, I need someone out there who believes me. Is anyone out there, who's also human like me?

Post 3: November 25 2014

He's putting thoughts in my head, taking them out. My head feels empty. Only one thought's been in my head: my job to kill someone. The knife across from me is tempting, I can feel him watching me. This isn't a very pleasant situation, because I am afraid, but this is my job, my mission. I hear him whisper faintly "kill" before disappearing completely.

It's hard. Hard to sleep, eat, breathe even. I'm not exactly doing a good job at being a functional human being. I can feel him watching when I am alone in the halls, when I'm at school. I'm scared. Help me. It's getting harder to function properly. I've been zoning out a lot, when he empties my mind and puts thoughts in my head that I couldn't block out.

He's out to kill me.

My thoughts exactly

Post 2: November 22 2014

I spoke to him last night. In the darkness of the room, I lay on the bed, my eyes staring numbly at the ceiling. Hours passed, and it was 2 in the morning when I finally heard the familiar male voice of his, the Shadow-King, as I'd come to call him. "Are you awake?" He asked me, and I nodded, forgetting to remind myself that he wasn't even real. He spoke to me, going on about something that I couldn't keep up with, my mind blank and numb. I remained staring at the ceiling.

"You could do it, you know," he whispered, almost as if he was saddened, "you can k**l them all if you wanted to."

"I know," I responded.

"Why don't you?"

"I can't," I sighed.

"You can," he persisted, and I felt as if he was in the room with me, watching, just in the shadows.

"I don't want to."

"What happened to you? I thought you wanted to go home," he sighed, and I remembered, remembered that horrible belief I held deep inside, that I'd never vocalized to anyone.

"Get out of my head," I muttered, my head feeling like it had a hive of bees inside of it.

I felt it, he was in my head, putting thoughts in, taking thoughts out, filtering, controlling. It's been planted. I had a microchip in my head. The battle is over, and I had lost.

Post 1: November 20 2014

 Shadow-beings, monsters, whatever you call them, they're there. I know they're there, but not very many people can see or detect them. They control human beings, disguising themselves as one, so that they can take over more people and put microchips in their brains.. Sometimes, they kill those they can't win over. When they take someone over, they control the person's emotions, thoughts, actions and everything else about them. And the sad part is that the mindless puppets still think they're "normal" or that the thoughts in their head are their own. Few of us know what life is like beyond the grasps of the unholy beings, what it's like to know about the darkness that exists in this world alongside us.

I'm afraid for the rest of humanity, the actual humans, and not those... programs, puppets of the Shadows, who are being telepathically controlled by the Shadow-beings. They, we, need to realize what's going on and take a stand or something. I need someone to help me, to believe me. I'm scared. I'm not sure who's real, who isn't, and I'm scared. If there's someone out there, a real human being, please contact me. I'm losing my mind, please, help me.