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The first time I saw “Him” I was 15. I’ve always believed in the paranormal. From the time I was very young I saw people no one else seemed to see. Described my long since deceased great grandmother after seeing her in my kitchen when I’d never laid eyes on her, even a picture. So things like that never scared me. But “Him”....”He” made me feel sheer terror.  I laid in bed slowly drifting off, it was around 1am. Something made me open my eyes and “He” was there. Standing in my bedroom doorway. In the shape of a man, but unnaturally tall. “He” wore an old, tattered suit that seemed to be to short in the arms. “His” wrists stuck out in bare spaces between the cuffs of the suit jacket and “His” hands. “His” face was hollowed, cheeks sunk in as if he barely had the skin over his bones. That was all the features I could make out. “He” just stared at me, almost through me. Like “He” could actually see what was inside my soul. “He” made no sound, but slowly raised one arm and pointed at me, then shook “His” head as if to say “no.” I didn’t understand, I couldn’t make a sound. I raised my head up trying to focus my eyes in the dark, trying to convince myself what I was seeing wasn’t there. I blinked a few times....”He” remained where he was. I was afraid to scream, afraid to get up, afraid to even reach over and turn on the light. I shut my eyes once more, opened them... and “He” was just gone.  I couldn’t forget it. It haunted me for weeks after that. I couldn’t stop feeling like this was something I’d never encountered before. There was a force behind “Him” that I knew meant bad things. A couple of years later, “He” returned again. I was 17 and had almost forgot the way that night shook me to my core. Until again, “He” appeared. This time there was no communication what so ever. No pointing, no shaking of the head, just that stare. That look that I could literally feel. Same suit, same hollowed out face. I knew then...I would never be rid of this thing. From there on out I would dream of “Him”. It would happen in streaks. A week at a time sometimes of the same dream over and over. I was being chased, I KNEW it was “Him” I could feel it. I never got to see “Him” in the dream but I knew it was “Him” that was there. Relentless. Nothing could stop him. No matter where I ran or how far I got within seconds I could feel that “He” was close behind. There was no killing “Him,” no trapping “Him.” There was no end for this THING.  I tried to put it out of my head, the dreams would stop, I would start to breathe easy then, again, out of the blue, “He” would return to look through me again. I continued to deal with this thing, this man...demon...spirit....hell I don’t know even today what the hell “He” is but I got curious. The world of the internet was born and I started doing some searching. Let me remind you this was before the days of the legend of “Slenderman” or anything related to his tale. This started happening to me before the internet even existed. lol Telling my age there. But once we gained access to the world wide web and all the information it held I slowly began to find...”He” had paid a visit to others. Others that were still haunted by “Him.” Others that refused to even mention their experiences for fear they would summon “Him” back to their lives somehow.  I did’t even want to write this. It’s been so long since I’ve encountered “Him.” But it’s like there is something in me that knows, “He’s” never really too far. “He’s” always keeping an eye on me....waiting for me to get comfortable in the false knowledge that I’ll never see ‘Him” again...waiting to prove me wrong another time. “He” does seem to have timing around events in life that marked me, changed the course of where I thought I was going, times that created loss and pain. Times that everyone has but it seems “He” may have been some kind of preamble to the days to come.  So now I ask you....Have you seen “Him?” Has “He” come to you again and again? Believe me I know you don’t want to talk about it but after all these years I have to know....WHO or WHAT the hell is this and why me? Why us? Why does “He” pick who “He” picks? What does “He” want with us but to instill fear? Is “He” a sign that our souls are touched by evil or that we are destined to fight terror until our number is up? At 41 I need some answers. I need to put this to rest. I need to know if anyone has found a way to shake this thing and what it changed in their life if they did. To say I’ve had some shit luck is a HUGE understatement. Everyone in my life that I love has been touched by things that I can’t help but feel are connected to me and this...this thing. I’m afraid now even writing this “He” will come to me again as a warning...stop looking for answers...stop trying to end “His” streak of terror...but I don’t care. You can only be afraid of something for so long before you get pissed and say ENOUGH is enough....well I”m pissed and enough is enough...Have you seen “Him???”

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