I've never believed in anything paranormal. Ghosts, poltergeists, haunted game cartridges: bullshit to me. I often spent my time online, occasionally reading some stories about such topics, either for a laugh or because I really just wanted to find something so convincing it could creep me out. I never spent much time outside the house. I was always a shut-in, and as a shut-in it was always the daily challenge to quell boredom. So, naturally, I'd try to find some rush of adrenaline wherever I could, in here. I'm still here, in fact. I'm alone with something, trying to keep me here, not with force but with some kind of need to provoke madness. What may be interesting to you now is how I've gone from being so skeptical of the idea of some sinister, malevolent "thing" trying to scare people t