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.