79.squall-longleg.7.2

I have had a feeling for a while, but I didn't know how, or even what, I needed to express. I have talked before about being watched, and about being followed. Today, I had this realisation, that there are some people here in Hellsborough that I see all too frequently. Every day, no matter where I roam, I see at least one of them, usually more than one.

The most I think I have seen on one day is four -- but I could be wrong, and maybe there are seven, not six, sometimes it's difficult to remember. Sometimes they will stop and chat with me, like they want to know me better, yet I think they know me already. I have had this vision, the six (or seven) are seated around a round table and I am beneath, trapped, unable to get out. They have me surrounded. I am naked. I have no weapons and no way to protect myself, I am vulnerable.

They could kick me in this cage, but they don't. Above the table, they are all confident and communicate their plans, I hear their talk and their chatter -- It is friendly and lulls me into a sense of security. But I know it's not right. I don't know what to do, I am in a state of panic. I am frozen, unable to move. It is fright or flight, but I am in fright mode, I cannot move for the wall that prevents my escape.

I want to refer to them as the denizens as the hex -- there being six of them (or maybe seven) -- but the denizens of the hex are something different (see the curated guide) -- but maybe these are my denizens, but it's not six, I know these are the seven, so why am I questioning it?

I know a couple of their names. One of them frequents a local bar; another works in a local shop -- and I know I'm seen whenever I go in there, like it's known I'm going to be there. Then there are the others, whose names I don't know, but I have my own names for all of them. One of them, we talked for ten long moments a few days ago -- sometimes our walkings with our barkers (Shad is a barghest, but the other is a regular barker) seems like synchronicity, then I saw them the next day from the bar walking down the Middlewood road -- no doubt, searching or looking for me. That's what I felt, anyway. I don't feel threatened, I do feel like I'm under close surveillance.

These aren't clowns though -- although I wondered if they were, but this is something else: This is about me. This is personal. This is about Pip Rippon. I've wondered if they are jellyhead stooges of The Nascenti, but I obviously have no proof one way or the other -- and why would the nascenti be that bothered about me, they wouldn't would they? I am going to watch and report on further encounters, I feel this needs to be recorded.