logs from the past

"This year I saw it again. Just staring at me from the closet. I tried to take a photo but it was too fast. I'll document later, though."

"I didn't see it, but I felt it peering over me. I tried to move but I couldn't. I was so scared, so worried. All for nothing."

"I saw a man die yesterday. Really sad. His family cremated his body and threw the ashes into the forest."

"It was horrifying, to say the least. But now I have a piece of evidence! And I'll show my friends."

"Dear God. Cass, and even Mike are gone. I tried to stop them from going to that place again, but they didn't listen. Now they're gone."

"It's been 2 years, and since then I haven't seen IT. Until now. You see, it found me, I think. A postcard from my hometown, written by 'Mike' — but Mike is confirmed deceased. As I'm writing this I can feel its presence, but I'm not scared."

"Okay, maybe I am scared, lol. But I took a note of it and tried my best to describe it. I'll call him 'Mr. Noface.' Noface is a black figure with a top hat — that's all I know. But last time I saw it (yesterday) it froze me to sleep. A surge of fear and the feeling of being watched washes over me as I'm writing this. He knows."

"I played Minecraft today! It was interesting. I'll put some gameplay up later for the curious. But I saw it again — Noface, I mean. He finally did something, and killed my dog. It was so brutal. I left town. I'm trying to recover, and all I have now is my Minecraft dog. Wish me luck."

"I went back to the origin. I'm going to kill that bastard. It took everything from me, so now I have to — for my sake, and her sake."