Fine

I’ll talk about what the thing in the City (at least, I’m assuming that was the City) told me.

It said that I was chosen to tell stories. Much like I said myself in my first post on this blog… Damn, that seems like ages ago now. The problem is, I can’t believe that I was “chosen.” I only heard about the Fears about a year ago. I hadn’t even heard of Slenderman before then. How could I have been chosen “forever ago” and not have felt any of that until recently?

That aside, it also said that I needed to learn something, that there was a reason why I was chosen. Again, it doesn’t make any sense. Up until Mr. NoBodyMcCreeperPants told me otherwise, I was under the impression that I was doing this of my own free will. I chose to tell people’s stories because…

…I don’t know.