Samuel Bishop Log 1, 16, 18-21

Who is he, what is he? A touch of the early chapters and back ground information.

Log 1: My name is Samuel Bishop

"...They asked me to start a journal, and that it should be written back as far as I can remember.
I was born in December, 1993, to Mary and James Bishop..."

Log 16: I met her

"... I was never exceptionally smart or athletic, in fact, the only thing I ever really had going for me was my inability to quit. I ended up graduating with a 4.1 GPA not because I was a genius, but because I would sit down and cram knowledge into my head for hours, days. I would lock myself in my room, missing meals, not sleeping for days, just so I could grasp basic calculus.
The track team loved me for this however, I wasn't the fastest, but once i chose a pace, I simply didn't have to stop. I would run marathons at a light sprint. This was how I met Lillian Hill. She was on the women's cross country.
I wasn't, I'm still not, much in the way of conversation, but she liked that about me. I was shy and put together, and she was beautiful and wildly smart.
We began dating in school, and she went to a less prestigious college so that we could go together. By the time I graduated with a bachelor's we were already living together, newly engaged."

Log 18: That's when the dreams began

"I walked through a ruined city, glyphs and symbols etched onto every surface, worn beyond recognition. I always knew why I was here, The Marble Tower. It dominated the landscape, stretching up into infinity, sundering the clouds and cracking the sky. Things shifted and flocked behind the cracks. I heard the call, an overpowering desire, a need to reach the top of the tower. So I begin to climb. For days, weeks maybe, I scale this monolith, and at the top I am rewarded with a granite wall, covered in names. The Things in the sky are closer now, I know they have wings, yet I can never quite see them. I approach the wall with one desire, to etch my name onto it's surface, to carve myself into the reality of the tower. That's when it comes, the man with no face and wings of light, enormous and awesome. I look to him in terror, it's like the face of God, so alien and horrible. I back away in fear, and tumble from the tower. Falling...
I wake up in a cold sweat, the dream already fading."

Log 19: The Tower's Shadow Grows

"Over the next few weeks odd occurrences kept springing up, keys where I hadn't left them, cupboards open when they shouldn't be. I began trying to figure it out. Making notes of where I placed things, the comings and goings of Lilly. Eventually, I set up cameras. I was obsessed. Lilly would make light of it at first, but she became worried when I wouldn't eat, or when I only came to bed every other night, and even then only for a few hours. I started seeing shadows flickering out of the corner of my eye, I dreamt of the faceless man more and more, until I stopped sleeping altogether. Lilly asked me to go the doctor, this was worse than how I was in college, but I had to figure it out, how didn't she see that? I started spending all my time on the computer or at the New York Public Library, the shadows no longer fled my slight. They watched me. What had Lilly said? Work called, I haven't been in for a few days. Lil' tried to cover but they only accept so much. I found an authentic book on spirits, old and worn, this was the right track, finally. There are hand prints showing up on the walls. Lilly didn't notice. I began smoking to stay awake, coffee didn't help anymore. Where was Lilly? They are so close, I can hear them. The mirrors are all broken. They are so close. The hand prints cover the walls, the ichor is coating me. Where is Lilly? I don't understand whats happening. Lilly? I fall asleep."

Log 20: F**k the tower

"I am in a ruined city, a tower dominates the skyline, but the city is occupied. There are things in the ruins, shadows. They lead me from the tower. I walk through a dead forest to an enormous beech tree. It scrapes the sky, flailing in a nonexistent wind.
There are names scratched on the bark. I walk up to it, knife in hand. Behind the tree a mountain moves. It is all the earth, the people, the animals, dirt, rock, tree, ocean. It is feeling and suffering. It reaches down, eyes full of wisdom. Unafraid I carve my name."

Log 21: The Lie

"I woke up after that knowing that I was still asleep. That everyone is asleep. That that city is the closest I've been to the real world, the truth.
I found a note on the counter, all it said was 'I've gone to my mother's - L'
I don't even know how old this note is, yet it makes sense that she left... I've been gone for months.
I'm so close..."