Hi listeners, I have a story I want to tell you.

A story I need to tell you while I still can.

So gather round and listen close.

I'm writing down everything, every last thing that has happened up to this point, because

if I don't write it down, I can't be sure it's all real, but it is real.

I'm real.

What I'm about to tell you is going to sound crazy.

I know, but it's the truth.

At least it's what I think is true.

And I know you're going to hesitate to believe anything I say, but if you believe anything

at all, believe this one thing.

I am real.

For you to really understand, I need to go back.

I live, I still live in a small apartment with my roommate Jamie.

I go to a community college not far from home currently just working my way through an

undeclared major, and I also work part time as a barista at a coffee shop.

Or I mean, I guess I used to do all that stuff.

It's been three months since it first happened.

And since then, I've dropped out of school, I've quit my job, and as this whole thing

got worse, I left my apartment less and less, and I don't even leave my apartment at all

anymore.

So three months back, back when things at least seemed normal, is when I first noticed

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