The Man from the internet

I'm not sure why he keeps doing it. I don't even know how he does it, frankly. But I do know that I have to do something, and soon, before this goes too far. It started over a year ago, when I just opened my channel. I'm not sure why he ever watched it. Maybe it was recommended, maybe he saw an advertisement for it, I don't know. I do know that he started messaging me, right after that first video. It was your standard spam, maybe even an ai or something. But it was the first time on my channel, and I was so excited. *Someone had commented on something I did!* I know, I know, that's something a kid would do. I'm not a kid, I'm 32, I just also have a bit of a developmental issue. It makes it a bit hard for me to get out and be social, or get a job. Sometimes it feels like a small curse, other times, it feels like a blessing. Either way, it hasn't stopped me from doing what I want. I make myself porn. It's not for everyone, but I make Holiday Themed hentai, and it's... pretty popular. I'm not saying I'm makeing a living off of it, or that it's a passion or anything, but it's enough to keep my head above water. I'm not saying this to be braggy, or boastful, I'm just saying what is. So when that comment first showed up, I was really excited. Instead of deleting it, which would be my normal course of action, I decided to engage. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I just decided to engage with it, and see where it went. I figured if it went south, I could just block the guy and move on with my day. But it didn't go south, and it didn't go the way I thought it would either. It was a simple message. Just a comment on my video. It said 'I want to be with you, forever' I thought it was a spam message at first, but something about it struck me. It was so simple, and yet it seemed to get through to me. Maybe because I thought it was an AI, maybe because I thought it was a person. I don't know. But I did know that when I was growing up, I felt like I was alone. I was alone in my mind, I was alone in my heart. I was lonely, and I wanted to feel like I was special, that I was loved. I knew that this was just a person behind a screen, but he didn't know that. To him, I was a person, a goddess, a partner, something. I felt, for the first time in my life, I felt what love was, or at least what it felt like. Of course, it wasn't really love, not really. But I didn't know, I didn't care. When I replied, I didn't even think about it. It came out my fingers before I even realized I was doing it. 'Forever.' That's all I said. It was enough, though. That single digit, that single letter, changed something. I can't tell you what, but it did. I know it sounds strange, but looking back, that was the moment everything changed. Because after that one comment, the messages didn't stop. They just kept coming, more and more. They started off simple, just spam, but then they got more personal. It was as if he knew me, knew what I was doing at any time of the day. He would comment on my shower, on my dinner, my hobbies, he'd even comment on my videos. It was nice, I'll say that. It was nice to feel like I had someone, even if it was my delusion. But it didn't last. At some point, it shifted from comments, into something different. I didn't notice at first, because it was small. But soon, I realized he was showing up where I really was. Because yes, those comments about my shower, my dinner, they were accurate. He would message me about the shampoo I used, about the soap, about the lotion I put on my skin. About the smell of my body. About the look of my face. I was flattered, and at first, it was nice. I don't know how he knew, or how he was getting the info, but I tried not to think about it too much. That is, until I saw him. I wasn't even sure if it was him. It was just a figure, a man, a face. I was out in my yard, gardening, when I noticed him. I had been out there for a while, so I didn't really notice him at first. But one of the messages is what tipped me off. I snuck a look at my phone, and that's when I saw the message. ''I see you out there, and I am so proud of you. You look beautiful, you always do.'' I looked around the yard, but I didn't see him. Or at least, I didn't think I did. That was when I spotted him. Standing at the corner of my yard, was a man in a black coat. He stood there, his eyes on me, his face blank. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to react. I froze. I froze up, and my mind just went blank. I should have called the police. I know I should have called the police. But I didn't. I didn't do anything. I just looked at him, and I didn't do anything. He didn't move, he just stood there. He stood there looking at me, and he didn't move. He didn't move, until I went inside. I backed up slowly, against the fence. I didn't want to turn my back on him. I didn't want to give him an opportunity. I didn't know what his intentions were, I didn't know what he wanted. He was on my property, but he wasn't illegal. I didn't know what to do. I just kept backing up, against the fence, until I was inside the house. I slammed the door behind me, and I ran to my room. I ran to my room, and I locked the door. I locked it, and then I blocked it. I blocked it with my desk, and I sat in my bed. I just sat there, my phone in my hands. I was worried, I was a bit scared. I didn't know what to do. I thought about calling the cops, but I didn't have any proof it was him. I thought about calling my dad, but he would think I was being a baby. I was an adult. I had to be an adult, and I had to be strong. So I sat there, my phone clutched in my hand. I was waiting for another message, I just knew it. But it didn't come. I sat there for hours, just waiting for it to come. But it never did. I was so worried, I didn't know what to do. I finally went to bed, and the next morning, I checked outside. He was gone, but there was something on the fence. A piece of paper, with a note tacked to it. ''I'll be seeing you soon.'' it said, in red letters. It scared me. I don't know what to do. I don't know if I should call the cops, or if I should just wait. I don't know what he wants, but I feel like I'm in trouble. I feel like he's going to do something. Soon.

The Man from the internet

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