December Tenth

I can’t shake this strange feeling that someone has been watching me. Whenever I leave my home to head into the office it feels like someone is watching me. Their gaze seems to burn into the back of my head, a gaze so hot sometimes I wonder if they’re being too obvious with their observation. I told my wife about it, and she only looked at me worriedly. She asked if things at work were getting stressful for me, and of course they were!! We are so close, too close in fact. I’ve begun to suspect that someone is after our invention. Part of me wants to write down about our invention, to share it with someone who isn’t also working on it, if just to see their reaction!! Unfortunately, that no longer seems possible. I’m writing in my journal just a little past noon, and while the summer sun feels warm on my face, I can also feel an angry gaze staring back at me from somewhere, keep staring! Soon it will be too late, we are set to go public with our invention sometime next month—very exciting stuff. I need to go write a report to the boss—this gaze has moved past the point of my imagination and I trust in my gut enough to believe that a person on the other side of this gaze exists.

December Twelfth

I just got word back from the boss, he said we were good to move to the new site. Some of my co-workers have raised concerns with the nature of our project—those fools can’t see the forest for the trees, the benefits far out way the proposes risks. Later today we are set to begin the first run through of the standard procedures. I can tell my wife has become more and more suspicious of my activities, especially as we’ve had to work later and later into the night. The night has become especially dangerous, there has been more and more mutant sightings, those poor bastards. There has been more and more inquisition activity within the city, and I’m unsure if this is because they have become suspicious of us or if the cause is simply the mutant problem. I’m unsure if I’m being overly suspicious, but I do feel it strange that there have been multiple sightings of mutants around our old testing grounds, especially as we move closer and closer towards our eventual launch date. I feel that the force that has been observing me might be responsible for this sudden influx. Luckily, I no longer feel the gaze when I’m inside, and apparently the new site has been moved underground. The boss did mention the moving of the base, but has yet to mention my report of being watched, this has left me feeling worried, as there truly might be some entity that has been observing me. I was meant to head into base to prep the testing sight, but I feel it might be prudent to wait till nightfall, even with the increased danger, as every bone in my body has been screaming at me to avoid this potentially fatal gaze. It is hard though, as I can feel that we are on the cusp of greatness, a week from now we might be lauded as heroes, saving this city from a plight that has taken enough of our children already.

December Thirteenth

I got word back from the boss, I’m meant to stay away from the site, and to head out at night to see if the gaze follows me even then. I have mentioned how important my work is to my wife, and also mentioned the gaze. I can see the worry in here eyes, and I know she has begun to suspect that I have made contact with one of them in the hopes in our desperation. But she doesn’t know that one of our members had stolen a manual, we are no longer stumbling in the dark anymore. She has mentioned that I should go to a priest and that an evil spirit might be dogging me. I love her with all my heart, but her belief in a fallen god has made her blind to the world we live in. It’s the modern day now, there is no longer a need to pray to a god who doesn’t answer our calls. But, I don’t believe a priest will notice anything wrong, so maybe I will go later this week if only to placate her. It will also be a good way to check to see if this gaze will follow me even into a church.

December Fifteenth

Vindication. My wife was completely right in that visiting a priest will do me good, but I don’t exactly think this is what she meant. We had conducted a ritual on the seventh, and we had believed it to be a failure… but it wasn’t! In fact, this new deity had been observing me to see if we were worthy! This is great… for the sake of my memory, and to convince myself that this is not a dream I shall account my interaction with the priest here.

I visited the church a little after noon, and I could feel the gaze following me out of my house. When I stepped into the church however, I could feel the gaze leaving me, but I was unsure if this was because I was indoors or if the gaze was afraid of the church. While I will remain steadfast in that those idiots pray to a dead god, I will note that they do still have some powerhouses, leftovers from a bygone era. If there needs to be any added proof, the continued existence of the inquisition can stand to prove this. Anyways, after paying a silver shilling to a monk there, I was lead to a priest who agreed to see if there were any spirits following me. The fools, there downfall will only serve to heighten our glory!

The priest led me to a back room where I was instructed to sit down in a chair while the priest say behind me and attempted to “read my soul”. Absolute horse shit, but maybe there was some truth to it. After sitting there for a couple of minutes the priest finally spoke to me. While it was the priests voice, it felt like there was something extra attached to the back end of the voice. It was a whispering behind the voice. It spoke to me then, this gaze. It introduced itself as the Sun, and it had been the one watching me, seeing if I was glorious enough to be its first apostate upon this plane. We talked for who knows how long, and at some point in our conversation I had fallen asleep. When I woke back up, there was so much new information in my mind, more than can be recorded here. I was ordain there, and it is now my job to save our souls.

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