Saturday, April 30, 2011

There, I finally got a fucking signal on this piece of hit.

Hello readers of this blog, it's me, Justin. You may be wondering where Anthony is, right? Well, here's what happened, and I'm not good at thi blog thing so forgive me for being subtle.

Anthony's gone. No, he's not dead, but at this point he'd be better off. No, the big guy has his tentacles in the only person I can call a friend at this point. Through his own voilition or through mind fuckery, I haven't a clue and I doubt I ever will. Either way, he's gone, and now I'm totally alone at this point.

Woke up almost a week ago seeing Anthony lifting up his bat and swung it down almost near my head. I jump out of the way and kick him in the stomach and make him stumble. I assume the worst and head out of there, but not before I grabbed Anthony's laptop. Why? I figured it may come in handy at some point.

So as soon as that happens, I run out of there with no Anthony following me. Guess I'm stronger than I figured I was, heh. I run out of the house and turn around one more time and there he is, the big guy himself, in the upper floor of Anthony's house staring at me out the window. Prick.

You're wondering why I didn't say anything sooner, huh? I've been traveling anyway I can. Scrounging the ground for bus money, hitch hiking, and various other things. Only just got into Nebraska today, writing this in a Starbucks before I hit the road.

This thing does't have much charge left in it I'm afraid, so I'm trying to write this as fast as possible. If I can get a charge, or if something else happens, I'll try to write here, but for now, it looks like this will be the final post on this blog. Good riddance. This thing has ruined enough lives all ready.

I guess I should end it like a bad ass huh? Well, let's see.

You tall, pale son of a bitch. I know you're out there. I know you're proxies are probably reading this. Let me just tell you all this. One way or another, I'm killing the son of a bitch. I'll go down fighting before I submit. I'm getting Anthony back one way or another.

I'm coming for you.


Friday, April 22, 2011

He came to me

I woke up and he was standing above my bed. Id idn't move. couldn't. like i was in a trance. He was just...staring at me. head tilted to the side like he was fascinated with me. couldn't say a word

he touches me forehead. hes so cold. hes so....cold. my mind is filled with...horrid images that...that are so..beautiful. such beautiful horror fills my mind as he touches my forehead. i cant describe them. is this was conaghan saw?

he leaves when the images leave my field of vision. i...dont know whats come over me. he could be controlling me. it could be my own choice. i dont know. maybe ill never know.

I..just want you all to know...Justin included...

Im sorry.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

I almost want to say the storms that keep hammering my town are a bad omen. It's always dark, more tornadoes than I know what to do with. Well, not so much tornadoes, but warnings, and aside from being stalked, they're my main fear of this. So...yeah. What has happened.

I've been seeing him more and more each time. Out of the corner of my eye, from the cracks behind the wood reinforcing the windows. Just standing there, biding his time. He's there one second and gone the next. Like he's toying with us. Messing with us.

Justin hasn't been good either. I can't imagine anyone beng good after seeing one of their siblings getting their throat ripped out, or whatever happened to Luke. He's been more distant lately, and avoiding conversation. I can't say I blame him, not when he's lost his entire family in a matter of months.

Nothing else to report I'm afraid. I'm going to head to bed soon. Try to get some fresh air. After all, I have a feeling my days are numbered. May as well enjoy them while I can, eh?


Thursday, April 14, 2011

Last Night

Justin's all right. Shit went down in the worst ways imaginable. I'm not sure how long I'll make this one, Justin's boarding up the house even more than before. I don't think Sleep is going to be an option anytime soon.

I get to the house around 9 my time, and find the whole place unlocked (Thankfully for me, I suppose) and get in to find...a whole lot of nothing. I'm standing there, thinking they're gone but I hear something coming from down the hallway. I go down there, towards Justin's room back when he lived here. I see Justin, but no Luke, kneeling there in the middle of his room, shaking and rocking back and forth and mumbling something to himself.

I kneel down beside him to hear what he's saying.


And wouldn't you believe it, the temperature drops a few dozen more degrees when I feel like...a SHEET of evil drape over the entire room. I slowly turn around to see, who else, the whole reason behind this blog, the big guy himself. I feel the air disappear from my lungs, and I can't look away.

He just stood there, his head tilting to the side like he was interested in us, FASCINATED in us, his tentacles out and splayed proudly. A strange sound filled my ears slowly, almost like a glass filling up with water, getting more pronounced the more I stared. It was a high pitched ringing, that gave off into something a little bit more...horrific. I swear to you all reading this, the ringing turned to SCREAMING.

All kinds of screams of all kinds of pitches, like a chorus of the damned being tortured in hell for various things. I swear at one point I heard someone scream "HELP ME." God, was that was people heard when he was around that close? Was THAT what caused the distortion?

I wouldn't hear it for long, because I blacked out for a while, only to be awoken by someone dragging me down the hall. I panicked for a minute but couldn't find myself to move. Looking up for a second, I saw it was Justin doing the dragging. His clothes were shredded and he was leaking a horrible amount of blood. Before we got out of the house, I saw a foot sticking out from one of the doorways and a pool of blood stemming from it. I think I knew what happened to Luke...

Next thing I know, I'm in the car with Justin driving away as fast as humanly possible and breaking at least 3 laws at the minimum. I'm barely concious as I'm seeing the street lamps zipping by, expecting to see the big guy appear at any second. We made it home without any worries. Whatever happened next, I don't remember, but I think I passed out for a little while longer while he cleaned up and began to board up the house even more.

So...I don't know what to expect now. I'm scared. Again.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Son of a...

Why at this point in time, at NIGHT, NIGHT OF all things would Justin decide to do THIS? I just came back to find a note on my laptop.


Went with Luke back to my place. Shouldn't be long, but there's something there, I just know it. I shouldn't be long, don't wait up."

Look, general knowledge says going back to places of previous attacks is a very, very bad idea. But I suppose he'll be fine. He has his brother with him, right?


I must be losing my fucking mind.

I'll be back soon.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Well, I suppose I have some good news at least, my paranoias been down somewhat. I've been proven that Justin IS really there. I took him out one day and asked people if he could see him. After getting several odd looks from everyone around me, they could at least tell me that yes, he was there. I couldn't be more thankful.

I mean, the only other step my paranoia can take is to try and assume everyone else in existance is my imagination as well.


I'm gonna stop that train of thought.

In other news, it's been a little too quiet around here. Justin hasn't seen anyone around here, and I haven't either, Slender or otherwise. However, that doesn't mean we're going to stop being careful. This could either be the end of the nightmare, or the calm before the storm. Either way, we're going to try and hold out until the end. I can just hope this is the end.

I'm gonna go talk to Justin, see if anything's happened outside while I wrote this. If anyhting happens, you lot will be the first ones to know about it.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I could take this time to tell you lot about my current paranoid worries about whether or not I'm going batshit insane. But right now, I'm all alone, as far as I'm considered. I'm willing to trust Justin as long as I can. Hell, imaginary help is better than no help at all.

I'm going to make this post short, I don't have much time. Me and Justin talked. I told him about the cloaked man. He's naturally concerned.

If anyone, ANYONE who is currently reading this has any idea of what I can do, I'd love the advice.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Mental Block.

A case of writers block. It's something the mind conjures when they can't think of anything, or if the person has suffered a traumatic memory.

Where am I going with this?

The cloaked man.

He was never real.

He was a figment of my damaged psyche.

That's why no one else could see him. That's why I never recognized him. Because he was never real.

There are a few questions that have been plaguing my mind since I came to this revelation.

What DID attack me on that night? What did I see back at Justins house that was so bad, it had to fit something else in my head that ended up attacking me. And this all real? Is JUSTIN real?

Or am I just insane?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

He was never real

He was never Real

I'm insane

He was never there


Saturday, March 12, 2011

There hasn't been a lot going on, I'm sad to say. Or grateful. something of the like. One of the two. I'm rambling right now. Point is, we've been using the past two weeks as a defense strategy. Only go out during the day, lock up and stake out at night. Stay around crowds. Basically it's what Zeke went through. Know what? We're fine as always.

Something did happen last night. It was my turn for the evening shift, so I was sitting there, looking out the boarded up window and fidding with my bad, when I saw the cloaked guy standing outside the house under a street lamp. I didn't want him to see I saw him, so I used the bat to poke Justin in the ribs a few times until he woke up. I wanted to see MY assailant. So I finally got him up, and got him to look.

He stared outside for a few minutes, directly under the street light, and didn't seem to react or anything. "What am I looking at?" He asked.

I looked at him like he was insane. "Dude, do you NOT see the massive dude wearing the hoodie standing out my house? That's the dude that attacked me."

"That's not funny man. Don't freak kme out like that."

"Are you kidding me? Why aren't you reacting, the guy is outside my house, he's a proxie!"

And what he said...I'm still trying to figure out.

"Dude...there's nothing out there. No one is out there."

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Lock and Load

I feel like I've been gearing up for a huge war. Maybe I am. I don't know. Me and Justin, the past few days, have been putting up a little defense system around my house, each of us taking shifts and keeping an eye out while the other slept. We need to eat, but we can't leave. Not yet anyway. We just have to hope forting up the house will be enough to keep the two out of there.

Justin told me that he's been beng stalked for a while now. He thinks Slendy may have been the last straw that broke the camels back. He says he thinks he's been proxied or something. I don't know, I feel like that may be an excuse he's telling himself to not put his family as the bad guy. I told him my own little story about the cloaked guy, but it still creeps me out that Justin has NEVER seen this guy before. Even on the night I was getting attacked, he didn't see me, and I doubt the guy could have just disappeared into thin air.

So right now I'm doing a little nocturnal stake out while Justin gets some Z's. It's a good system I suppose. No sign of the cloaked guy either. So I think I may be in the clear.

If anything happens, I'll tell you lot. Lord knows this whole blog thing is the only thing keeping me sane.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

So I'm sure by the last post, some of you've figured out that Justin did a little post while I was passed out with the damn thing on my lap. So now Justin saw everything on the site, everything I've done. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I managed to wake up and see the post, assuming the worst and run off to see Justin starting to leave the house. Now, I know it sounds petty, and...pretty selfish, but I couldn't lose Justin right now, not with him being the only thing between me and an early retirement of life. And the whole being my friend thing.

For the life of me, I can't remember how the conversation went down exactly, considering I was still reeling from my coma I went into it, so I can at least remember the footnotes.

I manage to stop him from leaving the house and we get into a loud, loud fight. You know, the good old "betraying my secrets", "putting your nose where it shouldn't be", "Putting everyone in very serious danger", so on and so forth from his end. Of course I retaliate with "I'm you're best friend, you know I'd help you, you kept your share of secrets from me", so on and so forth from my end.

It's getting tricky trying to remember what happened next, but I do know we calmed down thankfully. We're sitting down and pacing, still somewhat yelling at each other like an old married couple or something. He asked why I went to his house, I said I wanted to expand my little journey, I get slapped upside the head. THAT much I remember.

He asks how long I've known about Slender Man, I can't remember the answer I give him, but he didn't seem pleased. He asks me about the "cloaked guy", and I tell him since I was at the house. He's confused by that, I'm sure we'll cross that little road when we come to it thankfully. I somehow manage to talk him into staying with me longer, since I'm sure we're both in serious danger and we're not going out there if we go our seperate ways, him with Slender Man, me with the Cloaked guy. We're better in pairs than if we weren't.

So here I am, trying to keep my eyes open from almost being awwake for 6 days straight, somehow managing to keep Justin here. As long as we both know at least what the other is up to, we may be all right...

God do I hope.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

So this is where he's been doing on his laptop all the time lately.

Good to know my "secrets" are good with you.

Also, Anthony, a little note when you wake up:

If you don't want me to find this, don't fucking leave it open on your browser and don't stay signed in.

You bastard.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Running on Fumes

Haven't slept since the attack.

Been running on fumes.

Bat near my hip.

Saw Cloaked Dude outside my house a few times over the week.

Can't sleep.

Feeling sleepy.

Don't want to die.

Monday, February 14, 2011

The past 24 Hours almost have been the most terrifying experience of my life. I'll try to retell what the FUCK happened when I left last night, Okay, here I go...deep breaths...stop shaking...

I went to go do the dishes like I said I was going to, it was dead ass silent and I didn't feel like turning on the TV. Dead silent, all through the house, I could have heard a PIN drop behind me if it fell. I'm looking over my shoulder a few times out of paranoid anxiety, but nothing really bad happened. I was on the final plate, scrubbed it and put it away when I turned around.

The Cloaked guy was standing RIGHT behind me.

I'm still questioning how someone of that build could be that silent, but I digress. The second I lay eyes on him, he backhands me and let me fucking tell you, that bump on my head is evident this guy has one hell of a back hand on him. I tried to get up but the next thing I know, he's got his hands on my neck and choking me.

I grabbed his wrists but I couldn't get him off, he had one hell of a tight grip on them. He was squeezing pretty hard, I can't breath at ALL and I feel the darkness start to close in, I'm sure I'm going to black out any second. I look at those cold, dead, unfeeling eyes and he just STARES back, like he knows what he's doing and he doesn't care.

I kick and struggle but I'm not moving and I'm not breathing, I start to pass out finally, thinking my last night on earth was going to be choked to death by an otherworldy entity's fucking PUPPETS, when I hear the door open. The pressure disappears from my neck but I pass out regardless.

I woke up a few hours later, in a hospital, Justin sitting off to the side on the chair and a doctor looking at me. According to him, when I finally got my cool again, Justin found me on the floor, serizuring something fierce. Not knowing what to do, he called an ambulance and got me to an ambulance.

First of all, let me be the first to say BULL SHIT. That was NO fucking seizure. I fucking FELT this guys hands on my throat, I have the bump on my head from when I went flying when he back handed me. Seizure. My. ASS.

When the Doctor left for a moment to grab...something, I don't know, I look over at Justin and ask, "Where did he get off to?"

J: Who?

M: The masked guy? The guy who CHOKED me to near death? The giant, cold ass bastard who I'm sure made SOME noise high tailing it out of there?

J: Dude are you okay, you hit your head pretty hard-

M: Don't. Patronize me. God. Dammit. I KNOW that guy was in there. I know for a god damn FACT I have hand prints on my neck right now from how tight this guy was squeezing my neck. I know you had to hear this guy.

J: Dude, when I got home the front door was locked. Before the ambulance came, I double checked everything before I left. The doors and windows, ALL of them, were locked. There was no one in the house.

I didn't say anything else. I don't think arguing could have been done anything. Instead, the doctor comes in, and everything...well, blurs by. Everything kinda...well, it's blocked from my memory. One minute I'm in the hospital, the Doctor saying something, the next I'm in the car with Justin, driving me home. So, I lay down, get some rest and start to write this entry.

What. The Fuck. Is going on.

Sunday, February 13, 2011


I'm sitting alone in my house, my back to the wall, my bat at my hand, and Justin talking things out with Luke on the town, I think lawyers or something I don't know. All I know is my heart is beating something fierce. I'm all alone in the house, and Cloaked man is somewhere out there. I just have to pray he doesn't know where I live specifically. Of course, knowing my luck, he does. Don't they always?

I suppose I should keep from long periods of silence like I'm prone to, so maybe it would be a good idea to throw out some theories of my own about Slender Man and people affiliated with him. So get ready to hear a broken record.

I know most of you have heard the theories: That he's from another dimension, that he's brought upon life by simply thinking about him (Hell, I even read a theory somewhere along the lines of him existing if we DON'T think about him, so try to figure out THAT little paradox), that he's a child that doesn't understand what he's doing, that he's an agent for some bigger guys (From what I heard, Zalgo. So that fucking ALONE is enough to keep my up), after a while it gets tricky to understand what he's aiming for, if it's anything at all. Is he trying to exterminate all life, is he trying to liberate us, damn us, or does he just not understand what he's doing?

I'm sure most of you have this theory, but say he IS of the hostile variety, one of his biggest weapons would be his ability to destroy people mentally. How does one do that: isolation.

Almost everyone whose been affected or stalked by him has lost someone dearly, one way or another. Zeke's lost Lizzie and Eric, Jay (recently, though the theories are still up in the air about HER) lost Jessica, Jeff's lost Jessa...the list continues on. You get the idea. So that means people he's chosen he picks off those closest around them, and make them easier to pick off when they've all but dropped off the social radar.

Of course that's throwing out the idea that Slender Man tries to even stay off the radar, especially if what people said is right and the government is trying to cover him up. Now say he IS a creature of this world, and has indeed been wandering the planet as far back as Ye Olde english times, back when it seemed the most he would hunt down are the children. I have to question why now a days he hunts down college folk who at the most want to do a mini-series about work out schedule.

About his little "electronic distortion" he seems apt at doing, perhaps there are 2 factors: One ties in with what Damien said, perhaps it's not his mere PRESCENCE that gives off the loud distortion, but it's the sound that's ALWAYS around, wherever he goes. My other theory is almost the same, but instead of the static, it's another sound that's too intense for human ears, like a dog whistle. Something that can be picked up by electronics that totally rapes them and what not. Of course, the offchance that someone DOES end up hearing this unholy sound I'm sure would have intense reprocusions. Food for thought I suppose.

Now, the Proxies, or the slaves, or whatever the hell we're calling them nowadays. Many different flavors I'm sure. The hollowed, the people who get mindraped and forced to serve the big guy, and the Willing, the guys who are willing to team up with the big guy for some incredibly stupid gain. Seeing as Slender Man doesn't exactly like full on confrontation, I assume he sends these guys as little calling cards to strike fear in the chosen, or send them to take care of other chosen when the big guy has more than one thing on his plate. People like Conaghan doing it for the sake of killing again and the whole "Slender Man being a religious Messiah" that had greater things to show him, some for obviously evil reasons...well, some maybe do it because they're bored. There's enough Complete Monsters out there to do just that.

If Cloaked Dude IS a proxy (and I'm willing to bet he is), he looks like he'd be a Hollowed. The last time I saw him, he had that dull, dead look in his eyes, like there was no life at all behind them.

But here's one of my biggest ideas: Perhaps he knows what he's doing, and he's trying to do it for a good purpose. If he IS from a universe, perhaps there's something even worse on the other side that's trying to break through. Perhaps Slender Man is trying to liberate us from a fate worse than death, and this is the only way he knows how to.

But of course, this is just the ramblings of a 20 year old hick from the Mid-west. For all I know, he's secretly the Easter Bunny's uncle from the planet Zeenu or something. I don't know, this is just all kinds of theories that are likely not true. All I know is, this talk is making me paranoid, I'm gonna go do the dishes to get my mind off the mindnumbinly loud silence of my house.

Note to self: Keep the theories and the smart stuff to Dr. Cairo.

Talk to you lot later.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Late Night Stake Out

Well, isn't it funny how some people act to devastatingly bad news? Some people cry, some people joke, some people shut themselves out, some people grab Ben and Jerry's and let the ice cream work it's magic, Justin's been a little bit of all of them...sans the Ben and Jerry's. He's not touching my Ice cream.

So I just got back from a little chat. I was getting up to use the bathroom, when, on the way back, I notice my backdoor light is on. Worse, my mumba bat isn't anywhere to be found. So I'm moving very slowly towards it, expecting the big guy himself or maybe the cloaked guy, but no, I look through the Window and see Justin just sitting there on a fold out chair, mumba bat in his hand and a cup of coffee in his hand.

I go outside, and here's the best way I can put the conversation (My mind and memory have been shit lately, so here's the best I can remember).

M (me) : Wanna tell me why you're outside in your pajamas, holding my bat when it's -3 Degrees out here?

J (Justin) : ...Just needed some room to think.

M: ...And you couldn't come into the much, much warmer house and think in here?

J: ...I like being out here better.

M: You're so damn weird. Seriously, why do you have my BAT with you? Need to bash your head with it a few times to get the thoughts a workin'?

He doesn't laugh, he never did get my sense of humor. Poor bastard.

M: Look, I know you're in a really weird place but there's a lot of people you can turn to, especially me and your brother, you know that. You don't have to isolate yourself.

J: Trust me, if you knew half the shit that was going on, you'd want me to isolate myself.

If only he knew, if only he knew...

M: You're one of my best friends, and you've been mood whiplashing more than I think I've ever seen anyone. It's kinda disconcerting. Not good to keep all the emotions and thoughts inside, you're going to need to get them out.

J: Anthony, for the love of god, if you try to go Junior Therapy on me for another second, I'm gonna hit you with this bat.

M: Okay, okay, okay, just calm down. I just wanna help.

J: *Sighs* I know, and I'm sorry. I'm's been a weird few days.

We just sit there for another few minutes, kinda akward, looking out as the moonlight hits the 3 foot high snow banks that is my back yard.

J: You ever just sit there realize something isn't right with the universe. LIke, it could be small, it could be nonexistant, it could be something big but...there was just something wrong...?

THAT...came a little out of left field. Also, very...very ominous.

M: Have you been watching reruns of the Twilight Zone again? That's not good for your sanity.

He hits me with the bat, but it's light and friendly, we have a good laugh and the question is glanced over. We look over the snow one more time before I turn to go inside.

M: Don't stay out too long, otherwise you'd catch your death.

J: Yes, mother.

I wince a little bit at that, but he laughs. It's not a good laugh either, it's a very, very bitter, hurt laugh. I see him grip th bat a little bit and bit his lip, the laughter dying. Before I go back inside...

M: Why DO you have my bat, anyway?

He doesn't talk for a second, but what he does say, sends somewhat of a chill up my spine...

J: To feel safe. You never know what kind of weird things may be out here...

So with that, I head back inside and I write this blog. For future reference of course. In case I need to look back. It's been a weird few days...and I can tell it's not over yet.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A Quick Little Update

I don't think I'm quite good with talking to my friends. Right now, I don't know what to say to Justin. Fuck, I don't even know HE knows what to say to himself. Ever since we heard on the news about the incident at his parents house (and it's been confirmed, Justin's brother Luke's been over at my house a few times the past week), he's been a little recluse and silent. I don't know how to read into this, I would think he'd be, hell I hate to say this, but happy at least his dad was gone, what with their history. But he's been really distant and not at all talkative. Hell, sometimes I think I hear him crying at night. Considering that Justin is one of the toughest guys I know personally, that really worries me.

Luke tells me I should just give him space for now, let him get it out of his system, despite the fact it's been a week but I haven't lost anyone in my family as of recently, so I wouldn't know how long the greiving period it takes. If this is greiving, anyway.

In other news, it's been quiet since my town flips its shit when the blizzard hit, and despite the fact it's melting, people are still reluctant. Good news, it means there's a lot of free space for the sane people, and it's very peaceful.

Bad news, it's too quiet, and there's a lot of paranoia surrounding the place.

The punchline of the joke is I've seen the cloaked guy again.

I don't know what to call him but yeah, I saw him again. On my way up to the store, I saw him standing on the stree corner. He wasn't doing anything, he wasn't really moving, he was just...THERE. And there was no one else in the street so that was really fucking chilling. We locked eyes for a few seconds before I drove the hell out of there as quickly as I could.

So the cloaked guy managed to find the town I live in from Justins house.

I should keep my guard up.

Friday, January 28, 2011


It's been a quiet couple of days, it's been really peaceful. But then something happened. Justin was watching TV, flicking channel through channel in an effort to watch something. I was next to him, playing my DS, being a lazy husk that I was.

He stops on a news station, where there was a burning building. He stares, I don't really notice. Fire isn't that uncommon. Over my gaming, I do hear that the fire department did do everything in their power to stop the fire, but they were too late. The occupants, man and woman, husband and wife, died before they could be rescued.

I look over at Justin wondering why he found this so interesting. He didn't look stunned, or shocked, or even surprised. He just said something that made my heart drop.

"That's my mom and dad's house."

I don't think I've heard the house that silent in forever.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

With new Additions

So I've been gone for about a good part of the week, but that's to be expected when my friend Justin seemed to come the fuck out of no where and I clocked him in the head with a bad. Honestly, I'm stunned he doesn't have a concussion, or amnesia, but then he could at least blame it on me and not Slenderman, huh? Heh. God I'm bad at jokes.

So anyway, over the past few days I've been helping out Justin and giving him a place to stay. After he woke up after that little incident, I asked him what had happened back at his house. Of course, understandably, he didn't seem to answer it honestly, just little answer like "Stuff" and "a lot.". NOthing really to leave on, so I kept out of the fact I stayed at his house, I just told him I heard about the incident from his mother. He seemed to buy it.

So he told me he needed a place to stay for a little bit, he explained that he was kinda house hopping (I remind you all he would rather die than go back to his house, since his father is still there), so he's been bouncing around from house to house over the past few months. When I asked why he woudln't just stay at those places, he just said,

"Personal reasons".

So, being the awesome friend that I am, I'm going to let him stay at my place for a few days on the fact that he helps out and what have you, I'm not running a pigsty around here. He also wondered why I was sleeping with a bat to begin with.

"Personal reasons".

He's such an ass, he punched me when I said that. So over the past week, he's been staying at my place and he has been helping me. In fact, he's helped the whole thing just disappear from my mind. It's good to get back into the funk of real life again. It's good to just move on.

Maybe things can get back to normal really soon.

...I don't think I'll be showing him this blog.

Personal Reasons.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Surprise Guest

Hectic bit. Here we go.

Just woke up an hour ago, I was facing my wall and my hand on my Mumbabat as I had been the past week or so. I think I woke up because I...FELT something behind me. I'm laying there, hand n the bat, feeling...whatever was behind me just standing there. My heart was going a mile a minute. Was it him? Could this have been it?

Using the element of surprise as much as I could, I swung the bat, not caring where it was aiming, just trying to hit him. When I felt the bat connect with something, and the body fell, I jumped up, rushed for the light and turned it on.

I don't remember Slender Man being this...short, I think the term was. I honestly thought he was a lot taller than this. My heart sank a little bit when I saw he wasn't wearing a tie, and there was in fact hair on his head. So I cautiously approached him and poked him with the Mumbabat. Whatever the hell this thing was, it was out cold.

So I poke him again and flipped him a little onto his back. There I saw his face. There I dropped the bat in shock. It wasn't Slender Man, it wasn't even the masked guy.

It was Justin.

in a fit of panic, I accidently knocked out my best friend who had been missing for the good part of a month.

I immediately checked his pulse (He's still alive, thank god), but he's gonna be pretty pissed about that bump that's forming on he side of his head. I dragged him out of my room and onto my couch, just...letting him rest. He's been there for the past house.

I finally found Justin.

And I cracked him in the head with my bat.


I've got some questions to ask him when he wakes up...


I've been reflecting a little bit on my life lately since the last nightmare I've had. I sit here, expecting something to happen that's probably never going to happen, and I think about that night. The fact that someone was in his house and he was there, he could have probably come in and slit my throat if he so wanted to.

What the confusing thing is, I've NEVER seen the cloaked person before. I've seen his face full on, and as much as I try to remember, he doesn't ring any sort of bells with me. I haven't seen him anywhere in my entire life. However, if I had to assume, if he's there, if he was at the house, he has to be affiliated with the big guy himself.

I don't think he's a proxie, or at least I pray he isn't. The guy was pretty big, he could probably overtake me even if I did have the bat with me. So either this guy was a random thug that happened upon the house and saw no one was inside of it, or he's a proxie. Its still worrying that he appeared in the same Nightmare I had with Slender Man. Of course, that could be symbolism, or just a collection of my fears starting to hit the same places.

I'd drop this al if I had the change, I'd drop it and forget it if I did, but my mind keeps going back to that night. Ugh, I feel like a broken record now, I keep going on about "That night" "that night" "that night." I should try to forget it.

I should try to get some sleep tonight. Hopefully I'll have some pleasent dreams, or at least sleep more than 2 hours.

A guy can dream, can't he?

Saturday, January 1, 2011


Isn't it a rule that if you're having nightmares, it's usually a bad sign, like something being near? I don't know, all I know is I had one hell of a doozy last night. I'm not sure what it means, but I'll try to recollect here, otherwise I'll  never remember it.

I remember the first thing, it was me and Justin just hanging out one day. Just me and him at his new house, playing Guitar Hero or some stupid shit I can't remember. It wasn't anything weird, and it was kind of nice and comforting, like before this all happened, when my Life was nice and care free.

A few moments later (like...15 seconds of this), I'm suddenly thrust into darkness, absolutely nothing around me. I can't remember what happens next, I suck at recollecting my dreams and nightmares. I suck hard. BUt anyway, I'm in the darkness for a few seconds from what I can remember.

What I can remember next is I'm in the middle of his house, like the night I stayed. The place is a wreck, and it's all in monocrom...I don't know, I'm not gonna question why my dream decided to lose color. The "COME GET ME" on the wall is the only thing colored, bright red and...throbbing. There's almost no sound, save for this annoying BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, like a heart beat or something. I just stay there in the middle of the room when it flashes.

There's something else in the room with me after that flash, and I can sense it. Before I can do anything else, another flash and that weird cloaked guy from earlier is in front of me, right in front of the COME GET ME. Another flash, and his face is shown again. I don't recognize it, but the fact he stared at me like that, with such...coldness...

Another flash and he's gone, and this time, guess who should be looking into the window? No, it wasn't the cloaked man, but Slender Man himself. Before I can do anything else, the window fucking EXPLODES and everything goes black.

I woke up after that, in a cold sweat.

I don't like nightmares.

A New Year

2010. What a fucking year for everyone who has been touched by Slender Man. Lives lost, loved ones gone forever, lives ruined.

The ball dropped, and it's 2011 right now. The Earth has been around for one hell of a long time. If we humans can survive as long as we have with him, I'm sure we can now.

Of course, with each new year there seems to be a new surprise. Be it good, be it bad, a surprise is a surprise. Let's pray this new year brings something good to those of you who've lost something from this thing.

Here's hoping that for the first time in weeks, it seems, I get a good night sleep and not wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air, memories of the house haunting me. I don't know why that night affects me. Not much happened outside of my arm and that weird person being in the backyard.

Maybe something else happened...I don't know...let's hope I get some sleep this time around. I'm so tired...