Reality sinking in

Christmas is always such a wonderful time of the year. It's the time of happiness and world peace, of presents and trees and colorful lights. The night still weighs heavy on my mind, about what happened in that damn building, but ever since then, nothing's happened. There have been no weird EMP bursts, no strange beings hanging outside of my window or otherwise. The snow is settled and no visible footprints around.

Reality finally sank in. I'm trying to forget the night, I'm trying to forget the whole horror of what I almost got thrown into. RIght now, all I can think about is hanging out on Christmas with my family, my mom, my dad, and just...being there with them. They help. My family always does.

I just wanted to let you all know what's been happening. I'm sorry that the blog isn't turning out the way you thought, but still, some things change, and we can't help that. Some things aren't meant to be.

Merry Christmas everyone. Happy Holidays. If anything new does happen, well, you lot will be the first one to know.

Update

It's been three weeks since I last updated this thing, and I apologize. There's been a lot of shit on my mind lately that I've needed to clear. Here's what happened in this time span:

Well first of all, that really bad searing pain on my arm? That would be because of this huge gash that now runs from the base of my palm all the hell the way up to my elbow. It hurts like a bitch then and it does now. It's not too deep and I didn't lose that much blood, but the fact that it happened when I fell asleep in my friends house doesn't do anything to settle my nerves, it also doesn't help I didn't feel anything when it was apparently happening. Not to mention someone or something was in the house when all that happened. A warning, or a threat?

Second, the "GETOUT" post was indeed me. If I disappeared after the post before that, I'm sure people would have assumed the worst. I needed to type something quickly, if not a bit subtle, and I'm sorry if I worried people as a result. No one hacked me.

Third: What happened in the house. Ho boy, what happened at that house. After I posted the last update, I heard an even louder crash coming from the back of the house, near the laundry room. I looked out the window and there was someone in the backyard. It wasn't the same build as Slendy, and it wasn't the same build as my friend Justin. I couldn't see it all that well, but the fact there WAS someone out there and he wasn't moving was enough to get me to get the hell out of there.

So I grabbed my Laptop, posted something (although, in retrospect, I should have done something a little less frightening) and got the hell out of there. I passed out soon as I got home.

So what have I been doing the past few weeks since I last posted? I've been  trying to get my mind off the whole thing, off this stupid idea. I've been trying to get back to my life, maybe if I ignore it, it'll leave. I wasn't meant for this Slenderman huntin thing. I wasn't meant to be hunting down supernatural creatures. I can't even stay in an abandoned house without getting my arm sliced open. I don't think I'm cut out for this.

Of course, I'll probably keep at it. I won't like it, and it'll probably kill me by the look of it, but i'll keep at it.  Right now, I'm just gonna stay awake a little longer and make sure stuff if locked before I can go get some sleep. I haven't been sleeping well for the past.

I know a few of you are watching this, and I gotta ask...if you were in my shoes, what would you do? At this point, any help would be nice...

I'm Okay

Before anyone can ask, no, I wasn't hacked. I'll explain everything what happened since I did the last post, but right now, I've been sitting up awake back in my house for hours. I need to get some sleep.

I'm sorry everyone.

GETOUT

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Stake Out: Hour Four

I'm getting worse. My arm is throbbing, it hurts to even type this but I'm gonna try dammit. Paranoia has set in, feels like I'm being watched. I need to get out of here soon. I can't stay here. Something really bad's gonna happen. I just don't know what.

Oh fuck, what the hell was that?

Stake Out: Hour Three

Well...I think something finally happened. Just not in the way I wanted it.

I guess I closed my eyes to take a nap or something of the like (bad mistake on my end, I don't even remember closing my eyes), but when I wake up...well...first I notice this throbbing, horrible pain in my right arm. It's too dark to see and my laptop isn't bright enough to check it out. I just got back from checking all the rooms.

This wasn't here when I looked the first time in the house.

On the wall in one of the bed rooms was "GET OUT" in the same etching as the one in the living room.

Whoever did that is close by.

Stake Out: Hour Two (Cont.)

One of the neighbors cats got out I suppose and knocked over one of the garbages cans in the back. This has all the set up for one of those cheesy 50's horror movies. Other than that, nothing else is happening. Maybe this was all a bad idea. Maybe I won't find anything.

I'll give it a little bit longer. Let's hope.

Stake Out: Hour Two

Sitting in the middle of my friends dark, cold, silent house is insanely nerve wracking. I don't want to put on any music in case I hear something, I don't want to miss anything. Every little bump and sound is like a fucking orchestra around here. I remember when it used to be loud around here, it was noisey, laughing, joking. I wonder where Justin is now. I hope he's all right.

I don't know why I wanted to come here at night, but

Hang on, I just heard something coming from the backyard...gonna go check it out.

Stake Out: Hour One

So currently it's 10:00 PM where I am, it's about 35 degrees outside and I'm kicking myself for not bringing heavier clothing. The first hour, not much happened. I'm sitting in the living room, back up against the wall so nothing can sneak up on me, right in front of me is the giant "COME GET ME" etched in the wall. It's still chilling.

There's a few bumps and thumps in the night, but this is a shack of a house so that's to be expected. No loud obnoxious noises to be spoken up. Thankfully, the neighborhood is a pretty dull one. All in all, nothing exciting.

Be back in the hour, or perhaps sooner.

I Arrived

I'm at the house right now. I'm going to settle in. I've got the following items with me:

My Laptop (Of course)
My bat
My Flashlight
My Cellphone

I'm going to need to be careful here. I don't want to leave any sign that I was here. I'll update in the hour, just to keep a record of what the hell is going on around here.

Now we play the waiting game.

Bring it on you bastard.

Here's the Plan

Okay, so here's what I'm going to do. As I'm sure some of you know, tall dark and horrifying was seen (or at least I hope it's him) in my friends home. Tonight, I'm going to stake the place out in hopes that I can find him. I'll have internet access thankfully, so I'll still be here to record my encounters. Since I lack a Camcorder, I'll have to record my happenings every hour on the hour.

I'll bring my Mamba Bat for extra protection. Stick with me folks, I'm gonna leave for the house at 8:00 PM, Central time.

What I'm going to Do

If I plan everything right, I should have something to do. Something for both Justin and my project. I'm going to go to my friends house and stake it out there.

I know it's a bad idea, I'm probably gonna get the cops called on me, but I need to do something. So I'm going to go over there this saturday, and over the course of the night, record my findings. Hopefully, this will go somewhere.

What I Know

It figures my internet only kicks in on Halloween, when I manage to find out my information about my friend a few days ago. Let's see what I can remember.

So I go into the police station and I ask about Justin. At first it almost didn't look like they were going to give me anything, but I managed to talk to someone and, really, it was just one thing after another I knew about, it was just confirming it for me I suppose.

There was no sign of forced entry, and neighbors don't remember hearing anything like sounds of violence (Outside of his own, I suppose). No confiscated evidence that he didn't smash to pieces (Which makes me think he took his laptop and camera even more), and the grafitti on the wall was his own doing.

I asked him if there was anything else weird, if he was acting weird, if they found something off. Anything. Get this.

Apparently they've had someone stake out the house, make sure no one goes in and vandalizes it, just in case they were missing something. The guy watching it out says there was only one case of any kind of disturbance, and it was recently.

Some guy in the backyard. Wearing a business suit and just standing there.

I think my hunting job just got back into business.

Here's What I found...

Okay...now that I can breath again and rationalize what the hell I just saw, pondering whether or not I should call the cops and quivering to myself in the corner, I can now think rationally. I suppose it's good if I post my findings here, so if I need something to analyze, it's this.

So I went to my friends house, which is a good hour and a half drive in this little podunk down full of otherwise nice people. My friend moved out about a year ago after he and his dad had one titanic fight (long story short, trips to the ER and Baseball bat wounds to the chest. He comes from a bit of a messed up family), and has since then been living on his own, with some support from his older brother every now and again. He's got houses on either side of him, nice enough people.

I get to the house and I find police tape around the house and it looked like no one was in it. I immediately thought the worst, that his father went off on a drunken bender and came back to finish the job. However, when I talked to the neighbors, I discovered that this had happened almost a week ago and no, no one came to visit him. That got my hopes up. However, they DID hear what sounded like someone shouting back then, but they couldn't get close enough to see what was going on.

I managed to get through the police tape (Oh god, now that I think about it, that was a bad idea, stupid me), and sneak into the house (door was open, thank god), and manage to get myself in.

The place was absolutely TRASHED.

I'm not kidding, it wasn't a big elaborate house, so there wasn't much room for him to go so he mainly stayed in the living room where he had the TV and internet access and game systems. The place was wrecked...I'll try to remember what  remember specifically.

I walk in and the first thing I notice was his TV (Standard thing, about 48 inches I guess) has a massive hole in it, immediately I knw why because there was a baseball bat going through the screen. On the other side was his computer and his hard drive, which looks like he went to town on that first. The hard drive was cracked open and looked like it had been beaten into the ground a few dozen times, and the monitor had another huge hole in it. The light fan he had was smashed too, with only two blades left.

None of the windows were cracked, which was the strangest thing, and there was no blood anywhere. So I guess (not that I know anyhting, Im not a specialist in this sort of thing), but I don't think this was a break in. I didn't want to stay long, lest someone think I'm the guy returning to the scene of the crime, but I did notice three things.

1) His laptop was gone. He never left anywhere without his Laptop and never let anyone outside of him touch it. So unless the police had it, he had it, and that meant he was probably alive somewhere.

2) Camera was gone too. not smashed or anything, he always kept the thing charged off to the side  on his table, cord was gone too. If he IS gone, he probably has it too.

3) Most chilling of all, I saw something on the wall. Something was etched in, probably with his knife that he had. It wasn't an operator symbol, so no leads there (Damn, is it horrible of me to say I wanted it to be?), but it did have some significance somewhere. It said...

"COME GET ME"

Well...looks like I'm taking a trip to the police station tomorrow. Wish me luck

Oh Crap

Oh, crap, that's bad. I just got back from my friends house. I can't think straight.

I'll have the post when I can think straight. Oh god. Oh god.

No Answers

Those of you who have been following likely know what I planned to do in my previous post that I planned on encountering my friend in hopes of obtaining his Camera. However, there have been quite a few issues with this, let's get started.

1) Upon calling my friends house, I was left with a loud beep, as if the phone itself had been disconnected. This is an issue with my friend, he tends to forget to pay his bills a lot. So I have no way to contact him (His cell phone got broken in a prank last year and has yet to buy a new one)

2) He hasn't been answering his AIM OR MSN, Emails keep being bounced back to me and nothing else keeps coming. Originally I had no car to drive to, but thankfully I FINALLY got paid.

I can go over to his house tonight after I get some gas in the tank. I'll be back once I grab his camera.

Dammit all...

I know, I know, I've been away for a long time and I know little to nothing has been accomplished around here, but it seems Karma likes to laugh at people trying to essentially set themselves up for disaster, because surprise sur-fucking-prise, my camera broke so no pictures about stake out locations, I'm afraid.

I guess this means I'll have to see if I can take some pictures with my camera, which is probably going to suck in context with my camera I originally tried to do. So while I may not have any pictures at the moment (I'm trying to contact my friend, see if I can borrow HIS camera) I've been doing some research on our little test subject, collected information and what not. A little knowledge can go a long way after all!

Sadly, I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary in terms of sheer weirdness. My computer/TV/Anything electronic totally flipping it's shit, there's been no Operator signs etched into anything around me, there's been no kids disappearing around my general location, and I don't seem to be stalked by tall pale faceless men in clean pressed business suits.

I guess all I can do is pray my friend can get me that camera, maybe I'll have someone to do all this with, granted he doesn't think of me as batshit when I ask him to stake out a paranormal, otherwordly force.

Back...again

Well, it looks like I'm done with work for a while. I've finally got some free time so it seems. But considering my camera's been acting weird lately, I've got to get some pictures up pretty soon.

So expect something tonight or tomorrow, I promise not to be gone so long again.

Quick Update

I know that I haven't updated in a good week or more, I don't know, the times been kind of a blur for me. I'm sad to say I haven't been able to get my project off the ground. I've been running errands for the good part of a week, but thankfully it looks like that part of the otherwise busy part of September is over and done with.

Sadly, after much researching on my own time, I can't say that I'm surprised to discover I'm NOT the only Slender-Hunter out there, it seems. Girl named same from her own blog, White Rabbit Asylum's been trying to find the big guy for a while it seemed.

Heh, looks like I'm not as unique as I thought, eh? Not gonna stop me, I'm going to do this even if it kills me.

I should have pictures of my potential stake out points later tomorrow, I really hope. hey, maybe I'll get lucky and see him. Who knows?

-Anthony.

The Plan Itself

Hey guys, me again. So like I said in my last journal, I'm going to be using this as a means to write down my encounters of the Slender Man, something of a journal to chronicle my adventure...I hope.

So let's see, I guess the first thing would be to say what I have in my arsenal. Sadly, I'm in between jobs right now so money is real tight, but I still get paid for doing a few things for my neighbors. The best I can do right now is hope to use my little camera I managed to borrow from my mom, and if I can I'll try to figure out if this thing has video capabilities. If not, then most of the videos will likely be restricted to my Web cam, I hate to say.

Game plan, okay. I live in a little podunk down in the Midwest, and while I may not be surrounded by wildlife and nature itself, there are a few select places I can imagine tall, dark and gruesome likely being should the need be. There's an abandoned park somewhat down the ways that NO one goes to anymore that's adjacent to a small stretch of woods, so that may be my best bet. If and when I can get pictures up of what I'm talking about, I'll upload them.

In a way of defending myself, well I suck hard with guns and I can't use a knife for the life of me. However, my dad (I'm keeping this whole trek to myself and people who read my blog, I don't need my parents knowing I'm going after some tall demonic creature, they all ready think I need professional help as is) said that I could use his Mumbabat. What is a Mumbabat you may be asking? It's basically just a regular baseball bat that he wrapped up in black electric tape. It's hard, it's heavy and it swings fast, I think this may just be what I need.

Now I know what some of you may be wondering. "But Anthony, why would he focus on you?" Well my readers, I have a theory that Zeke all ready touched upon. If worse should come to worse, well, people do say that the Operator Symbol is a way of marking yourself....

I'm not going to go now, but I'm preparing for when I do. Listing off stuff like this really helps me think things through.

Oh, I hope this all turns out to be worth it...

Down to Business

Now I'm sure you people are wondering what I'm doing with this blog, yeah? Well, it's a long story, so let's start off from the top, eh?

Like I said in my last blog, I'm a massive fan of the paranormal, horror and the Slenderman, the latter of which I'm REALLY interested in. I didn’t think much of it when I first heard about it. I did some research on the subject matter when I found out about him, which is about, oh, I say about a year ago, and I gotta say, I loved what I saw, I didn’t think much of it. That changed when I started checking out the blogs.

I watched Marble Hornets, I read Seeking Truth, I read Just Another Fool, TribeTwelve, Dreams in Darkness, EverymanHYBRID, and I have to say, it was horrifying stuff even for someone like me, to find out something like Slenderman is capable of existing. It became like a demonic Where’s Waldo game for me. Which is weird, because when I see Slenderman and what he does...well, what does he do? He looks at you from the distance like the neighbor who glares at your when you play your music one decibel too loud.

The thing is, they've all encountered the damn thing and in turn, have lost someone. My heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones to this monster. But I'm not here to give my condolences to those who have been hurt by them, oh no. Unlike the others who are merely confused and cautious about the dreaded Blank Faced man coming for them, I'm doing something different.

I'm going to look for HIM.

That's right folks, you read that right. The Hunter is about to become the hunted. So come on folks, if you'd be more than willing to join me in my own journey, well I'd appreciate it. Bad idea or a good idea, I don't know, all I know is?

It's gonna be AWESOME.

Hmmm...Slender-Hunter...has a nice ring to it.

Where to Begin...

There! After...well, I'mma say half an hour of trying to get this thing up, it finally works! All the good names were taken...by people a lot more creative than me! Figures, eh?

Well, it's a fist blog...let's see, I don't want to explain what this blog is going to be totally centered about, so let me try starting this off on a more personal note.

To all of those who are interested (which I assume is none at first), my name is Anthony, and that's all the personal information you're going to get from me. However, I'll be kind and divulge a little bit of myself further in my tastes. I'm a internet dweller, so I see a lot of things that interest me. Ranging from the bullcrap ghost stories that seem to thrive on youtube, to the geniunely horrifying stuff that lurks on creepypasta. There are a few things that creep me out in the end, and over the course of a year, I've discovered something that really intrigued me.

Slender Man.

What does this have to do with this blog? Well, my friends, if you really want to find out and stick with it till the end, you'll find out in due time.

-Anthony.