The Return of the Faceless Imitator

I can see Him. Why? Why on Earth would He be surrounding himself with school aged children in the middle of some park? Oh, He's the creature that represents parents' fear of some stranger taking their children away, never to be seen again. That's a lie. The never to be seen again part I mean. Sometimes, the children are found way up in the trees. In body bags. Sometimes, they're not in body bags. Either way, the child is dead. With their organs strewn upon the ground. Just like the organs of that house, and the dog inside the woman's st must not think about that.

I must keep watch on the children. I must make sure that nothing bad happens.

If anything happens, I will post it.

Crap.

He has found me.

And I was finally getting used to this place.

Matt, I'm sorry. Please do not be sad that I'm gone.

That thing's face, it's unnerving and why won't he stop staring at me.

I was having so much fun with Matt.

He's out there, watching. The Imitator watches. He always watches and makes insane the people who are being watched.

I can't move my body. The only thing moving are my hands. My fingers.

I really want to get away, but I need to type this.

The setting.
It is dim in this shed, near the woods. The sky is starry, but the trees block the light of the stars and elopes the forest's floor in darkness.
The trees elope the floor in darkness. The Imitator elopes my mind in darkness. It's shrouded in darkness and I want to leave.
I can feel the temperature dropping. I hate fall and the coldness it bring. I'm sleepy. Goodnight.
So cold.