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.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
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...
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...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
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.
I'm sorry everyone.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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?
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.
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.
I'll give it a little bit longer. Let's hope.
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