A transient and embarrassed phantom.

hello. i am the ghost of the group, apparently. i asked if this meant that tom was the shadow, but he did not answer, he merely smiled.

i do not know why i am here. i do not even know if i am running from that thing they call the Slender Man, which i call the Geist. i do not know if the times i have seen, i have actually seen it, or seen merely delusions conjured by my unbalanced mind.

you see, while tom pretends at madness, i fear i am truly mad. for i see the Geist everywhere. around every corner, in every man's face. i shake away my sight and it goes away, but it always comes back.

i have told tom this, but still he insisted that i come with him. i do not know why. he called me "the ghost," which i found strange. i have often imagined that i was just a ghost of a man, but it didn't not sound like he meant that.

i wasn't doing well on my own anyway, so i decided to go with tom and peri.