Thread by @adamtotscomix

So I've been away from the city for a couple weeks. (thread)

I went home to Montana for the holidays, and almost immediately I started to feel better. Less tired, less foggy. Up until now, I haven't really entertained the thought of moving, thinking that David would probably just follow me wherever I go.

But when I left for Montana, everything seemed to improve. Like maybe David wouldn't follow me after all. Maybe he was tied to the house, not me. Being home felt safer, and I managed to relax a little bit.

I even started browsing listings for new apartments back in New York. The last thing I want to do is move in the middle of winter, but after the past few months it seemed like it might be worth it. It felt like there might be a way out.

But after a few days, I started to feel strange again. One night I got up to go to the bathroom, and as I stood there in the dark, I couldn't help feeling like there was something moving outside the bathroom window.

The bathroom looks out into the back yard and it was pitch black. I could barely see anything but it's Montana and there are animals passing through all the time. Sure enough, in the morning I found animals tracks through the snow. (I don't know the specific animal—deer? elk?)

The next night, the same thing happened. I got up in the middle of the night and thought I saw movement in the blackness outside. This time I stood at the window and gazed out, straining my eyes to see, waiting for them to adjust to the night.

For a long time I stared out into the snowy darkness, but couldn't see any movement. Then, just as I was about to turn away, I saw something lurch off to the right and disappear from view.

Again, it was too dark to make out the animal, but it could've been anything. Maybe a coyote or something?

In the morning, as I was getting out of the shower, I glanced out the window and noticed tracks behind the garage.

I couldn't tell what they were from the bathroom, so I got dressed, put on my coat and went outside. When I got up close, my heart practically stopped. They weren't tracks, they were footprints. Really small footprints.

I followed them across the backyard but they disappeared into the ditch out back. I stood there in the snow, not knowing what to do. What could I do? Call the cops and tell them I found footprints in the snow?

The last couple nights I was too scared to leave my room. If it had been David out there in the snow, it meant that he could follow me anywhere. No matter where I moved, he could find me. I felt helpless.

I flew back to New York the day after Christmas. Back in my apartment, it seemed like I was at square one yet again. I've tried everything I can think of. I've saged my apartment, I've hired a medium, nothing has worked.

And worse, I still feel him at night. Watching me from different corners of my room. Always getting closer, and waking up right before something happens.

For the past few nights, I've been using that app that takes photos every couple minutes, but nothing has shown up. For whatever reason it doesn't seem to work anymore, but I've left it running just in case. It's picked up absolutely nothing, save for one thing, from last night.

Last night was particularly bad. I felt sick and had nightmares all night. I dreamed that David was hovering in the corner by the ceiling, far off the ground. He was mouthing something, but I couldn't hear any words.

Then he was hovering above my bed, staring down out me, his mouth moving faster than it should be. I couldn't move—I could only look up at him.

Suddenly he plummeted downward and I felt this huge pressure crash into my chest. I woke up gasping, the wind completely knocked out of me. I sat up and looked around frantically, heaving for air, but there was nothing.

When I caught my breath I retrieved my phone from the dresser. The photo roll showed nothing of note, save for the last photo, taken just a moment before.

I don't know what to do. I'm at a loss here. I just don't know.