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*also yes this story is about Jordan Persegati from YouTube as a creepypasta

As I lean back in my chair and sigh in content, I watch the white bar on my screen load my newest video. I smile as I continue to wait for it to load. I love being able to share people's stories and show my art to the world. I watch the screen as it processes my recording and uploads it to my channel with no problems.'Good' I say to myself as I shift more comfortably in my chair.

I leave the computer on as I grab my sketchbook and step out of my room and into the kitchen. I place the sketchbook on the counter as I grab a glass from the cabinet and turn on the tap water, letting the water quickly fill the translucent cup. Once it fills, I stop the water and grab the glass to take a sip of the warm water. Leisurely, I bring myself over to my living room window. I draw the curtains back and pull the blinds up. The thousands of droplets from the rain, fall slowly onto my window and quickly flow down the window glass and onto the ground outside. It isn't raining horribly but it'll probably last the whole night.

Unbeknownst to our main character however, the book that he left on the counter begins to change. The sketchbook turned to a hard book cover with rings holding it in place. Some of the drawings were sticking out almost as if it was thrown into the book in a hurry. The lettering on the cover was replaced to say only one word 'restoration'. Turning back around from the window the artist walked back to his kitchen and picked up the sketchbook. He didn't seem to notice the changes to it, although that is probably for the best. He walked away with the book and flicked the light off. Not even noticing that the rain had picked up, or the shadows following him to bed.

The next day he did his normal morning routine and even posted a new video earlier than usual. The man smiles thoughtful as he laid on his couch taking this time to relax. He was mindlessly sketching in his sketchbook not drawing anything specific. Once he finished the sketch he leaned back to admire his work. But..what he saw confused him.

On the page was a very rough line sketch of what looked like a man in the woods. The figure was 'colored' with nothing but black and gray almost looking like a shadow or silhouette. He was surrounded with gray looking trees, the only things not gray in the picture was the light from the flashlight that the man was carrying, it admitted light towards the onlooker of the drawing. The man in the drawing was not looking towards the viewer but towards a small note in his offhand. Jordan, least to say, was very confused and made sure to look it over at least two times to be sure he wasn't still dreaming. 'Did I seriously draw this!?' he thought to himself. 'Sure I've drawn plenty of creepy and weird stuff before but this...I feel like I didnt even draw this'. 'Bang!' the man jumped, at the sudden sound of thunder that shot him out of his thoughts. The man sighed a shallow breath and closed the book, as he looked at the pencils and other supplies on the floor. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before leaning back onto the couch and straightening his legs out in front of him. "I should probably stop for today, I think all these stories are starting to get to me." The man smiles despite his heart still racing, he chuckles at the thought of him stopping what he's been doing for the last..? what 8 years? The man rested on the couch with a small smile still present on his face. Scared or not, after all that he needed a recharge.

"Do you think he knows?" Said a voice in the darkness, sounding almost like a loud whisper. "No, I don't think so. Poor guy." Answered another voice, their voices echoing in the darkness. The voices gasp as Jordan starts to awaken about two hours later. The voices quickly and quietly hide in the shadows. Jordan opens his eyes and yawns as he stretches and gets up from the couch to walk towards his bathroom. As the water runs in the bathroom sink, the two voices step out once more, and look at each other with dread, before both disappearing. Once the man walks out of the bathroom, he seems mostly awake and calmer than before. He heads for his room to relax and maybe watch a movie.

After some time passes he decided to check his channel for recommendations of stories. He grabs his notebook from his desk and starts to jot down a few recommendations and continues to scroll through them for a while. Once he was satisfied with his amount of suggestions, he put the journal to the side blankly. He was about to exit the tab, when a notification from his recent Instagram post popped up. He smiled and clicked on the icon. When the page loaded, he was surprised to see that there were no other comments. In fact, comments were turned off. He didn't remember requesting that. "Wait..how did this guy even comment..?" Reading the comment, it only said two words. 'the narrator'. Jordan was well beyond confused now. 'I've never heard of that' he thought. He quickly pulled up Google and looked up the request, but it never showed up as a result. The closest he got was a bunch of wikipedias. Deciding he might as well try to look for the story request, he clicked on a page. The page loaded for about a second before stopping. His computer told him the page was blocked. Thoroughly confused, he tried the other pages, but the rest didn't really help, or weren't at all close to what he was looking for. After his small scavenger hunt, he went back to the post, but the comment was gone and other more normal comments replaced it.

He decided to get to the bottom of this, and grabbed his drawing book and flipped it to the page with the most recent doodle. The gray scale man, as he liked to call it. He quickly took a picture of it and posted it with the caption 'anyone know anything about this?' after about a minute or so comments came in, however none of them really helped. Most of them were either telling him it was a good drawing or asking if this was a new story he was going to record. Sighing he decided to leave it be, and continued on with his day.

After his long day he walked off to bed. Although it took longer than usual, he eventually drifted off to sleep. Once deep in sleep a small sound came from his window. Moments later the sound of rain entered the room along with his curtains being drawn back by a shadow like hand. The figure slowly crawled into his room like a snake slithering around in its habitat. Once the figure made it inside, it closed the window and looked around. The figure slowly dragged its feet across the floor as it made its way to the man asleep on the bed. There were no rain drops that followed it, and every time It walked, the sound of bones popping accompanied it. It was as if the bones weren't being held in place correctly.

Once the figure got close to the unconscious man it moved it's dark irises up to look at the man. It hummed with a low tone, it's jetted black eyes jolting forward to look at the man. The shadow readjusted it's back with a sickening popping sound following its change in posture. The man lying asleep did not hear this, the only sound he made was the small sound of his breathing each time his chest rose and fell. The figure smiled softly as it graced the man's cheek, creating a small cut that quickly began to bleed and softly go down the man's cheek as if it were a tear. The man however did not awaken, nor did he even flinch at his cut being made. The figure smiled softly before huffing and gazing at the artist and sighing. He looked at a dark corner of the room and nodded. Suddenly the two shadowed people, who had watched Jordan beforehand, were wearing masks. The masks themselves were white on the left and black on the right with the opposite sides having the eyehole color switched for each side of the mask. The two other figures walked quietly, each grabbing either the man's wrists or ankles. The shadow figure nodded and smiled as he looked towards the man and grabbed his sketchbook sitting on the bed-side table. He scavenged in the drawer for a pen and quickly scribbled something down In the book before slamming it shut and dropping it on the floor.

The figure then snapped his fingers and Jordan was wide awake. His ankles and wrists were restrained, restricting him from thrashing. He was doing it in a fruitless attempt to be pulled free. The man frantically looked around at the three figures now in his room, and began to breathe heavily. 'what the hell!? What are these guys members of a cult!?' he tried to free his hands and ankles but it was as if they were being held by concrete, and barely budged at all. He grunted and thrashed as he tried to escape their hold on him, this however was not working. The figure did not say a word nor did he react. He simply grabbed the man by the head and forced him to look in his direction. The two holding him down began to whisper a chant before it progressively got louder, though not any louder than a low shout. They continued this as the figure quickly became more of a shadow than a man. Then in the last seconds of his physical appearance he smiled and he was gone. In fact all of them were gone. Jordan quickly rushed off his bed relieved to finally be able to move from his uncomfortable position. He put his feet on the ground and ran a hand through his hair as he breathed deeply. 'What the hell was that?' 'no way that was just a dream. That was too real.' moving his foot, had stopped his inward investigation as he kicked the sketchbook that laid dormant on the floor. He slowly scanned his room to make sure there wasn't actually a break in. and to his relief everything was the exact same before he went to bed. The only change being that his sketchbook was now on the floor. 'Guess I got restless, well I guess nightmares can be realistic, not like that's new knowledge to anyone.'

Picking it up he skimmed through it and saw that each drawing had a different caption written in pen. Some were as simple as 'forgotten, or weak.' while others were nothing short of a paragraph. There was one that struck Jordans eye however. It of course was on his most recent drawing of the shadow. The only thing that it said was 'we will keep you' with a line through the rest of the page as if the pen was pulled off the page carelessly. The man sighed and closed the book as he ran his hand through his hair and collapsed onto his bed. 'This is too much'. He couldn't wrap his head around any of what had happened. He could spend hours trying to figure it out. He didn't know if he was being haunted or just plain going insane. However he didn't have time to think this through as he slowly drifted off to sleep once more. As he slept, the untreated cut on his face slowly healed, and tears strolled down his face as he coughed violently Into his pillow, feeling as though his throat was on fire, from what he had no idea nor did he know why. He didn't have time to question this before, his coughing suddenly stopped and he heard only one thing before going unconscious. 'we are together.'

The man smiled. He smiled when he saw odd shadows on the walls and heard their whispers, he smiled to himself in solitude and smiled through his next videos. He didn't seem concerned. So why should you be? After all, you're too busy reading this to notice we've already got a hold on you.