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I've never been this frightened... Well, that may be an over exaggeration, I tend to do that a lot, but you have to understand that I really can't remember the time that I've been this scared. No matter what I try, memory gaps stay ever present in my life. I've gave it my best effort to try and fix this problem, but to no avail. So I stopped while I was ahead in my own game. I've never acted like this in my life. Running through darkened hallways, constantly glancing back. Jumping over and adverting things that weren't actually there. Taking every hiss my dear cat mutters as a warning sign. Shutting the windows and blinds to make sure no peering eyes make their way into my establishment. Even on the upper floors, where it was quite unlikely that anyone would be looking through, I made sure that not even the slightest crack saw the light of my room. Every chance I got, I made the room I was in completely filled with the comforting, florescent glow of my lamps. You never know when...he... could be standing there, your body and mind blissfully unaware of the mighty being until it was to late.
I'm lying here now, with every light on in the room. It's a hot summer day, but I don't dare open any windows. Not even a chance do I take with a fan, the noise would cover any stealthy footsteps. I'm exhausted and ready to go to bed, but I need two last components to aide in a restful sleep tonight: sleeping pills and a camera, all ready for the night's recording. When I wake up tomorrow, I'll scan the hours of footage, watching as intent as a hawk for a glimpse of... him.
I've seen him before... the Operator. Even when I was a child, the being was there, seemingly omnipresent. Looking over my shoulder, watching me, stalking, waiting... Quickly, I learned the signs of when he was nearby: Ringing ears, internally cold, and now it had even evolved into severe coughing fits. Sometimes I would even draw my hand from my mouth and find a few specks of blood smeared into the folds of my hands.