This is my third message to you. When I first met the man I was living at the Park Place Apartments under the roof of my Great Grandmother Cleo. Her light was warm and so was her home, but after the man began to torment me I left that safety to understand the reasons why no one else could see him. I decided to wander beyond the light of the sun for the first time. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.