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.

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 three...is this all real? Is JUSTIN real?

Or am I just insane?

He was never real

He was never Real

I'm insane

He was never there

HE WAS NEVER THERE.

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."

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.

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.

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.