'My name is Jerimiah. I sent this letter to all who are like me to tell them I see them too. I see the great beasts and beings from beyond human sight. We have lost the ability to see them, but they are there, and I CAN see them. I have pictures, but everyone else just sees emptyness. Those creaks and knocks you hear in the night aren't your imagination or the house, but the mythical beasts and wonders within. They are all around us, walking among us, hiding in plain sight. And others walk on by, unwittingly passing a ghost, or a Timble ('angels' as they are commonly known), or a unicorn. But then, of course, you know this. You see them too, as I hear.
Luckily, I've only ever seen the nice ones. But there are evil ones out there. In the pictures of missing people, and the videos found before a disappearance, I see them. Evil beings, practically glowing with evil intent. I see them, and more like them, everywhere. Those who are 'normal' mock me. They call me liar, crazy, paranoid, stupid, wierd, insane... They locked me in an mental institution, got me counciling, my friends and family worry about me. It nearly drove me to the point of suicide, where I almost believed I WAS insane. I coudn't hold a real job, nobody wanted a madman working for them. And all of my girlfriends would very quickly dump me after finding out.
But then HE came. The man in black. Daryl. He came to me and told me to come with him. He told me I wasn't insane, that I wasn't seeing things, that the creatures I see ARE real. And that they needed my help. They employed me to help them find the evil creatures. They also have creature agents, one will be your partner if you decide to come, but we'll get more into that later. The important thing is this: We. Need. You. Help us, and you and others can protect the human race. Hundreds, thousands of inoccent people are dying, and even more will die if you don't help us. I won't lie to you, it's dangerous. Some of you WILL die. That is something we cannot avoid. But please... help us.
Or, of course, you can just burn this letter. Throw it away. Crumple it up and toss it in the corner. I understand. Why should you throw yourself into danger to save countless others? You can ignore this message and go back to living your life. Wake up, walk out the door, get your daily dose of mocking, counciling and worried family members. Get fired from another job because 'the other people are afraid you'll do something crazy', get a text from your GF/BF that he/she's dumping you because 'I'm not dating some lunatic loser' and go fall into your bed. Only to wake up and go through the same thing tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. And the next... It's your choice.
-Agent Jerimiah Dunbar, Department for Detainment of Out-of-control Creatures, Terrors and Over-charged Rayslefs.
PS. Rayslefs are little glowing creatures that you think are Fireflies, but are really small flying ...things... that feed off of electricity. If one takes in too much (i.e. flies into a generator (happens way too often) ) it becomes extra large and very dangerous, turning carnivorous.'
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