The reason I'm writing this today is that I need to warn as many people as I can.

I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try.

I can feel it.

The more powerful he gets, the more powerless I feel. I won't be able to stop

him, but maybe I can slow him down. My name is Mike. I'm 24 and the thing that happened to me divides the laws of physics.

I have tried to rationalize to tell myself I was just going crazy, but I cannot bury my

head in the sand forever. Let me tell you how it all started.

When I was in elementary school, I had a group of friends with whom I spent all my time.

We were all close, except for maybe Boris.

We liked him, but he was annoying.

The only thing he would talk about was that old cartoon that his mother brought him from

a garage sale.

We listened to him for the first few times and rapidly got bored after that.

The cartoon sounded weird, and to be honest, we were more interesting in exchanging

Pokemon cards and playing marbles.

A few weeks into his obsession for the cartoon, Boris came to school looking extremely pale.

We asked him if he was sick, but he just sat there in silence, with a weird grin on his

face, looking around the room, his eyes wide open.

The class began, and we were all focused on some calculus when Boris started a whistle.

The teacher asked him to stop immediately, but he just wouldn't stop.

After a few minutes, the teacher lost patience and grabbed Boris's hand to take him to the principal's

office. Of course, the classroom filled with laughter and chatter as soon as the teacher left

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