Tom-Pen
Mysterious Writer
It can see us, I know it can. No one believe me but I swear it's there. Whenever we stop to make camp for the night I can feel it watching us like a hungry beast eying its prey. I sent Alec and Farrel to investigate, but they didn't find anything. Everyone thinks I'm paranoid, everyone except Jack; Jack thinks I'm mad. I don't know why they can't feel it, but I can... I've always felt it.
There's something here but I guess they're right, it's not hiding in the shadows... it's hiding right in front of them, in me.
There's something here but I guess they're right, it's not hiding in the shadows... it's hiding right in front of them, in me.
Last edited by a moderator: