Maybe I can actually do this..

That is, maybe I can really tell my story. It is so much easier here than in real life, and when you think about it, it's a lot easier to tell strangers anything particularly sensitive.

I don't know you, you don't know me. And while you might think my name is Hayden DeLong, it's not. Hayden is after a football coach at my university who is something of a legend. And DeLong is the last name of close family friends of my parents, who like everything from childhood, bring me a sense of comfort.

How do I even begin to tell you this story? No one will even believe me anyway. I don't know that I even believe, and it's happening to me. It's my real life. To you I might be some crazy blogger who is making crap up, but to me this is the only way I can come to terms with what has happened to me and what I'm living with.

It's not going to happen quickly. I can't just shoot off a couple of blog entries and expect anyone to even begin to wrap their heads around the things that I've seen the past six months. But like anything else, seeing is believing and I can assure you that I have indeed experienced everything that I say I have.

So let's just start with the basics.

My name is Hayden. I am an 19 years old. I live in Iowa, in a college town where everything is different than everything else in this sleepy farm state.

My university is the biggest in Iowa. It's known for being liberal, open minded, left thinking, etc. Not the type of place I would have imagined myself gravitating towards, that's for sure.

But somehow I found myself here. I want to be a nurse and it's the only state school with a nursing program. My parents couldn't have afforded some of the private schools, and besides this university is known for it's medical majors.

Anyway, I came here like hundreds of other freshman last fall. I thought I was ready for the independence, the hard work, the new friends, etc. What I didn't count on was the fact that nothing is really what it seems, and that there were people here who wanted to hurt me, or save me or even take away my free will..yes it's true.

But let's just begin like this. I am in a very well known sorority, and there is something in my house that shouldn't be there. It is not something that should be anywhere, but how it got there is a tale that began thousands of years ago. (Yes I told you that you wouldn't believe me). And how it ended up here is something that I don't completely understand myself. But it IS there and it IS NOT human.

sigh....

It is truly with sorrow that I entrust the burden of this tale to you, whoever you may be...

more later,
Hayden