I'm Sorry.

I didn't mean to end on such a worrisome note last time. But I had to get away from It. It was trying to break the glass to get at me.

It almost did.

I'm okay, though. Shaken, but alive. I'm hiding in an old barn right now, with big double-doors that I barred shut so It can't get in.

I guess I should probably explain what happened back at the cabin.

I was sitting about a foot from the second-floor window. It was right up against that window, right against the glass, staring in right at me. I say "staring" because I'm positive I felt Its awful, unearthly gaze burning into me, despite It having no eyes to gaze with. Its hand was pushing against the window glass, pressing against it like a child would press their hands up to a candy store window. Like It was eager to get to me. God… the palm alone on that hand had to be at least as big as my head, and the fingers… Its awful, spidery, too-long fingers, ending in sharp, claw-like tips that

I-I'm sorry, I can't write about It anymore. I'm starting to panic just describing It.

I wasn't even thinking about It at the time, though. I just ran. Turned and bolted out an exit It hadn't noticed. I'm sure It gave chase for a while before It finally gave up, unable to find me. Thank God It didn't. I haven't slept since I got here two days ago because of what happened at that house. I'm so tired I'm starting to see things. I'm jumping at every little shadow that even so much as vaguely looks like It now, and I'm exhausted… but I can't sleep. When I tired before I had nightmares about It. About being hunted by It. Of course, letting me have a decent night's sleep woudl be too damn much to ask for, wouldn't it?

Dear God, I don't know what to do anymore. It keeps finding me every time I try to run away. It watches me when I go to find food and It follows me back to my hideout when I do. It can find me whenever It wants so long as it waits long enough – and It knows that. I don't even know what It wants from me. I swear to God I'm losing it. I can't live like this anymore. I have to find some way to make It go away, to stop It. I have to.

But there just isn't one. I can't find anything anywhere that can help me out, I even asked for help from others online where I could, and they all said the same thing - I'm living under a damn death sentence.

All because I went hunting, and I saw It once.

I'd shoot myself with my bow if I had any arrows left. But I used them up trying to shoot It the other day when It started getting too close while I was out foraging. The arrows didn't even stick. All I succeeded in doing was making It very, very angry.

… You know that thing has tentacles? I saw them come out of Its back after I shot at It. I didn't stick around to see more, but there had to have been at least ten or fifteen of the damn things.

… I need to see if I can find a wireless signal and get online tonight. I have to ask the others for advice. Maybe I'll find other people who will know how I can keep hidden from It.

Hell, they have to know something. Because if they don't, if they don't, I'm seriously this shy from just ending it all right now. I have a hunting knife on me, for gutting and skinning deer. I could easily do it now. I could die now and It would never get me. Never.

Oh God, listen to me. I sound like a madman.

But I can't do it. I can't bring myself to die. And I can't keep running forever, I just… I…

I just can't do this anymore…