I was walking home from school one day when I noticed a book on the side of the road. Like I do with most things I find while walking, I picked it up. I noticed it was covered in dirt, and grass stains as I read the title, The Call of Cthulhu. I didn't pay it any mind, and even forgot about it on my nightstand for a few days. Bored one night, I noticed it and decide to check it out. To my surprise I couldn't stop reading. I read the whole thing about four times.
That night I dreamed of a city lost in the ocean. It was like nothing I could have imagined. I wondered around the city before finding myself gazing upon the blurred face of Cthulhu. I couldn't make out many details, but I knew I was nothing when compared to such a being. Ever since that night I have believed.
That's how I became a a follower of Cthulhu. I would like it if anyone shared their own experience,