You called us folklore, said anyone who believed in us was primitive. You mocked those who emulated our ways and embraced their darker natures. You turned us into entertainment, made us sparkle and scowl on your silver screen. Your writers tried to warn you - those weren't novels, they were case studies. Some of us even outed ourselves, turning to social media or the press, but you thought we were delusional.
It was easy convincing you that we didn't exist - you pretty much convinced yourselves. So weak, so afraid of what goes bump in the dark. So many people, so determined not to believe. The decision was made to skew the balance. No more would we hide from our prey. Fear makes the blood taste so much better.
You put the first wave of attacks down to cultists, mass hysteria - even terrorism. We recruited the best you could offer into our ranks, and you listed them as 'missing'. They weren't missing, they were the next to attack you. Your horror fans guessed what was happening but there are less of them than there are of you. Yes, we suffered a few casualties, but it's easy to make more of us.
We've already started the second wave. You haven't seen your neighbour for a couple of days, have you? And that guy at work, the one who always says hi in the cafeteria. Gone. We'll be stepping things up soon. Your celebrities, your politicians, your people of power...you will lose them all. Within weeks...
You will kneel before us.