He looked like a normal man, other than the fact that where his jaw was supposed to be, there was just hanging muscle and broken teeth. We discussed what we should do about it (they both even admitted to feeling uneasy in the house since I'd been back) and decided that getting rid of the webcam might help. We threw it in the dumpster of the Starbucks down the block. It took several attempts before frustration took over and I smashed the god damned thing and buried it in the back yard.
It didn't come back after that, and I've never seen anything like that in my feed again. I can't really explain any of it, but it definitely changed a lot for me. I went from working every night to once a week, or even once a month sometimes.
I lost my patience with it pretty quickly and logged off, just 100 tokens off of my nightly goal.
The next night, I was getting ready for cam when one of my regulars (who I'd had problems with in the past, specifically regarding capping my shows without prior permission) sent me a DM on Twitter. cap link has since been taken down, but the video is still etched into my memory. I was laying on my stomach, talking about how odd it was that the chat had suddenly gotten so quiet. A few seconds before the chat went nuts, something just poof'd into existence at the mouth of the hallway. It flickered in and out of existence at a rate almost unnoticeable unless you were really looking. Eventually, I found a way to convince myself that it hadn't happened by telling myself that the capper had edited the video.
It was far too advanced for her to be able to do much of anything about it. She went from perfectly fine to dying in a very short amount of time.
My family wasn't very good at keeping me update on much of anything, so I didn't know until she barely had a month left.
I think most people expect me to be some sort of stereotype, because they act pretty surprised when they see that I'm just as normal as anyone else. I guess I'll start from around the time shit started happening.
Flat background, no way anyone could cap and edit something on there without it looking unrealistic. Waited to see if it would let up, but I was booted off cam before I could even ask my viewers if it had been fixed.
I got about an hour into my show, almost half of my usual viewers completely absent, when everyone began complaining that my audio was going in and out. Support emailed me, said that several members had reported a "male presence" in the room (the site I work for has a strict policy against it.)It didn't take long for more people to begin tweeting me, telling me that they'd heard whispering into my mic (which was built into my webcam).
My sister came and visited a few times, but she seemed really uncomfortable and would suggest that we go out and do something somewhere else instead. I'm very lucky to have understanding roommates that I still live with today.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of what I dealt with.They said that they really didn't care how I made my money, but they'd rather I didn't do it under their roof.