I found this journal in my new house in Ponyville. I don't know if its real or not but there's something about it that chills me to my core. I can feel him now, watching me. I cant see it, but it can see me, it's waiting, waiting for the right moment. Every second its invisible presence comforts and terrifies me at the same time. Maybe I'm just going crazy, at least, I hope I'm going crazy. Because if I'm not, none of us are safe.