My name was Hector, and since I can remember, I always was able to see what others couldn't. All my life I lived alone, and with very little friends. Yet, since moving to New York, the amount of ghost and other things I saw in the shadows increased. None the less, I had pushed through, and lived a peaceful life until now. It all began and ended, when that lady came in screaming and hollering about the faceless man. To my horror, I watched as her supposed delusions were real. It killed her. Now, it's after me, and I know I will not be able to survive this. Yet, I will leave something for others to remember me by, and for them to know that no human did this to me. No, it was not human at all...