Mainly because it gave me what I wanted. I found it. The thing that's been stalking me. Descriptions of it, anyway. It even has a name, wabonan was right. I ignored him, even deleted his comments because I thought he was harassing me. It is the Rake.
That's it, right there. I don't know how much of this is true, but the descriptions are too accurate for my liking. I found a handful of blogs, too. One with some incredibly disturbing audio, one that seems to just unhinge near the end over a dog, and another that was just so surreal I couldn't even take it seriously. This is for sure the thing that was in my room, and in the hospital, and the reason I've been waking up bloody. I even showed my brother this stuff, he has no clue what I'm talking about. I don't know how to convince him without coming off as a crazy person. It's not like I can call the police about the monster under my bed, either.
I feel incredibly hopeless, and don't even know what to do, other than sleep with a knife under my pillow.