This blog is only meant for the ones who have seen him. You have been warned.
These blogs are not for the faint of heart. Stop reading now.
January 4th 2014
It happened again. The nightmares. He stood there, just.... staring. Sometimes I wonder if he'll move, but he doesn't. Just staring.
I should introduce myself before I tell you who he is. My name is Tamatha Smith. My sister, Lillian Smith, is a paranormal investigator. Her best friend, Jade Holmeth, was her partner. I always wanted to be like them, but their job is too dangerous for a sixteen-year-old. I live in St. Thomas, Canada. But you're not here for that, you're here to know about what haunts me in my dreams.
He doesn't have a name, I'm not even sure if he has an actual gender, but fuck it. I don't care anymore. He never moves, sometimes growls. But that's when it rains. He's tall, white and is faceless, besides the large holes for eyes.
There's yelling downstairs... I'll update when I can....