Every town has a story. Something people tell around a campfire on a cold, dark, night. Somthing your parents tell you when you miss behave. Something you tell a little brother or sister to scare them. But we never believe it. Never believe in the boogyman, Bigfoot, or ghosts. I know I never did. Until that night... The night my nightmares became reality. The night when my eyes were opened to a horrible truth: We are not alone. My name is Jonh Gray. I'm 15 years old, and this is my journal. I've decided to write this because there's a pretty good chance I'll be dead by the end of the month. Yay me. But I want there to be some kind of testament to what's happening here. But then again, none of this would be happening if we had just left it alone. If we had chosen not to go down that road. But there's no use regretting the past. Were in this now and we will be till we find the answer, or die. Whichever comes first.