You’re being followed.
I know you don’t believe me. I know you probably think I’m crazy—hell, even I doubt my own sanity sometimes—but it’s true. He’s always there, always watching you. You may not see him, may not even know he’s there, but he is. He’s outside your windows at night, he’s standing on the side of the road as you drive by, he’s at your bedside when you sleep.
He’s in your head, playing with your mind.
I know this all sounds stupid, but you have to believe me. He took my friend, Nathan, and there’s no telling how many others he’s taken. I could be next, or maybe one of my other friends.
Or even you.
I have no idea how he takes people, or why, or what he is, but I know he’s there, and I know that I have to stop him.
My name is Matt Reaves.
This is my story.