Always Watching (Version 1)
4/10/2025 • Investigations
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To: Whoever finds this
Date: 6/11/2025
To whoever finds this letter, I apologize in advance for making you aware of the nature of the reality. I hope you don't fall to the same demise as I do. But the truth must get out there, to somebody.
We are being watched. Judged. Influenced by an outside force, an ancient entity. This entity has always existed, and will always exist. It is older than the universe itself. It is not recommended to read the book 'Always Watching' because the moment you read it, you will understand - just as I do, that this is the truth. This feeling is unescapable and will change your reality. If you value your peace of mind, then please do not read this book and stay as far away as possible.
The signs were there the entire time, and once you understand you will be shocked that you hadn't come to this realization sooner.
This is not a book you can accidently stumble upon. You have to desire something that will challenge your perception of reality, your understanding of the nature of reality. Clearly, I wasn’t ready to know. Perhaps, you will be different.
Every Friday evening I go to the library to take out a book, usually a philosophical or psychological horror novel. I enjoy horror that bends that mind. And, this is where the nightmare begins.
The moment I entered the library I knew something was wrong. If I was smart I would have turned away immediately but my insistence on getting a new novel and my curiosity overcame my hesitancy. The lights were much dimmer than usual, this put the library in a dark haze. Silence filled the library, it was almost deafening. Everybody who knows the library knows that this library is always busy, especially on a Friday evening. Even the librarian was nowhere to be found, the seat behind her desk empty with no signs of someone being there.
I chalked this up to luck. While it was quite eerie, I truthfully liked the silence. It meant I was able to look for my new book without others crowding the section. So, I went on my way to the horror section in search of a new book.
I noticed the next red flag almost immediately and this should have been where I left, but again, curiosity got the better of me. The horror section is not a very large, and was in the back corner of the library. I had been here dozens of times, sometimes spending hours at a time trying to find the perfect novel.
There was a small nook in the wall between two bookshelves that was never there before. It had one shelf with a singular book on it.
As I approached the nook, I felt a strange energy emitting from the book. The feeling was contradicting, it was inviting, like it wanted to be read—but its energy was dark. Cold. It is difficult to describe the feeling, but hopefully this can suffice.
Despite my hesitancy, I approached the book slowly until I was right in-front of the shelf, looking down upon the book. It was titled 'Always Watching', and the cover art was a medium sized eyeball, placed right in the center. The iris was a deep black, but had soft waves moving through it, like it was alive.
Intrigued, I moved to pick up the book to inspect it further, and that was when a voice came from behind me, a woman's voice I did not recognize. 'I do not recommend reading that' were the words she had said. Startled, I turned around and in-front of me was a woman I did not recognize by physical appearance either.
I asked her what she meant by that and her warning still rings in my ear. I should have listened to her. She was trying to save me. 'Once you understand the truth, you can never go back. Trust me, you do not want to understand.' I asked her once more what she meant by those comments, but she just stared at me. I glanced at the book—just for a second. When I turned back, she was gone. No sounds, no footsteps, no goodbye. It was as if she was never there in the first place. Confused, I called out in hopes of a response, but there was none. Just silence.
After picking up the book I made the decision to get out of there as soon as possible. I made my way to the desk to get the book signed out, but there was still nobody there. So, I left without signing it out. I would have the book read and returned in less than a week, so I thought nothing of it.
After preparing myself some dinner and making some coffee to drink while reading, I sat down to start reading this new book.
As soon as I opened the book to the first page, I immediately knew something was off. The book was not written in English, or any language I could recognize. The characters of this strange language were alien-like symbols that I am unfortunately unable to describe.
This is where the horror begins. Despite the strange language, I was able to understand the language. A voice came into my head, like that of inner monologue except it wasn't my voice. It was the voice of something else, definitely not human. While the voice resembled a human, it was guttural, dark, and deep. And it just repeated the same phrase over and over again. 'You are being watched. You have always been watched, and will continue to be watched. And now, you know.' The symbols on the page then transformed to this phrase, as if the ancient symbols were never there in the first place.
Immediately, my heart started to race and and I slammed the book shut, but the voices didn't stop. It continued to repeat the phrase over and over, starting as a whisper until it became almost shouting. And then, it stopped almost at once.
But this was not the immediate relief, you would think it would be. Instantly, I had a feeling wash over as if I was being watched. Similar to that feeling one occasionally gets when you feel as if someone is behind you when there really isn't anybody here. Except, it was coming from everywhere, from every single direction.
Heart still racing, I attempted to reach out to the entity that was speaking to me moments before, hoping for some sort of response but there was nothing. Over the next few moments, this unsettling feeling got even worse. Memories of random events flashed through my head, but this time the memories felt changed somehow, even though they were the exact same as I remembered. The only difference was the presence of this entity.
And this is when I came to the unfortunate realization I alluded to earlier: This entity has been watching us the entire time. It was only now that I understood it. And it will continue to watch us. That’s the rule. The law of its existence, going back as far as we know.
After coming to this realization, I passed out and woke up several hours later, sprawled on the floor, book on the ground. This was the last time I had the benefit of actually being able to have some reprieve from my new unfortunate reality.
It has been a couple days now, and for most of this time I was frozen in shock. I have simply just been sitting there in my reading chair, contemplating what I should do next. I’ve also been thinking - about everything that’s happened. About the entity itself. All while knowing I am being observed by this ancient entity. I have not slept, but I do not feel tired. I have not eaten, but I do not feel hungry. I just feel empty.
One conclusion that I have come to is that I clearly did not accidently stumble upon this book. I was invited and guided towards it. Ever since I have come to know. The entity doesn’t just observe. It nudges. I can’t explain how, but I can feel when I’m thinking something true. It’s like it wants me to know… just not everything. I know there are things it is keeping from me. And this is how I know that the observer lead me there because I have always been curious about the nature of reality. It was only giving me what I wanted. I believe that this entity requires some sort of consent or intrigue.
Another conclusion that I come to is that this entity grows stronger the more people who know. How? I am not entirely sure. But, I am positive that the reason this entity wants people know is so that it can continue to grow stronger. I have not figured out the nature of its strength, as in, what it can do the more it grows. Can it do more than observe? Change us? Shape reality itself? This is unclear. I believe that at one point in time this entity was much stronger. When more people knew. And over time, as fewer people knew, its influence faded...
After some contemplation, I have come to the realization that there is honestly not much I can do, so I have decided that the only option I have is to end it all. I am unfortunately, unable to cope with this new found knowledge. Perhaps someone more mentally strong than I would be able, but I am not. This entire ordeal has made me question the nature of reality and I have determined it is not worth living with this knowledge.
While I have never been super religious, I always assumed that there was a God or God-like figure who had created us and was watching out for us, but this is not like that. At all. This entity does not feel like a God, but it feels more like an abomination created by the Devil. I have tried to ascertain what the purpose of all of this is, but I have come to another realization: This entity wants us to know we are being watched, but does not want us to know why.
If you are reading this, I hope you do not have the unfortunate experience of having your reality completely changed. At the same time, I do believe it is necessary to get the truth out there which is why I am writing this letter. This may seem contradictory, but it really isn't. You cannot know, until you do, what it is like to have the feeling of being watched by this
I’m soon going to hang myself. I just hope, in the next life, I’m free from this thing. Unfortunately, I both suspect and fear that this entity transcends all planes of existence. That by dying, I’ll only be getting closer. Closer to its reach. I guess I will find out soon.
Goodbye, Steve
Additional Information
The book in question could not be found. It is unclear if the book ever existed, or if it has found a new target.