No Longer Alone

Fuck, I should have been paying more attention to this blog. I did not delete your comment Gray, which means that my account here is still not secure. Fantastic... But there is some good news at last. Carlos has finally shown up, alive. We've been... Discussing the situation. Slender Man and some other thing were stalking him throughout Christmas break. The other thing he was describing was a... Well, in his words it was "A fucking man spider thing on the side of my fucking house, man!" Empty holes for eyes, shiny black carapace, multiple gangly limbs. If I were a betting man, and I'm really not, I would say that it was the same other thing I saw in the forest, after the crash. Carlos, for some reason, thinks it might be "The Spinner" that the idiot fratboy cult worshiped. I don't think so, personally. That cult shit couldn't possibly be right, could it?

Still no word from, or of, Kruger... We discussed it and, I gotta be realistic here. If he hasn't shown up by now, he probably isn't showing up at all. My bet? Carlos mentioned experiencing something similar to that period of time where it was... Like... I was trapped in a second, with no one around. If we both dealt with it, maybe Kruger did too? Maybe Kruger... Didn't make it through his.

So we need to fucking find any of those others that watched the video with us, ASAP. Carlos knew a few of them. Alaric Brooks, Cody Padgett, Gilberto Garcia and Wendy Fielding are all dead. Reported missing, and there is an FBI Agent running around the campus asking questions about them. Carlos agrees with me on this... Telling the FBI anything would be pointless. We don't exactly have any physical evidence that we are being stalked by a nine foot tall faceless anorexic, and his pet spider God. Assuming... They are, in fact, working together. Which, we don't know for sure, really. Of course, that being said, we are trying to figure out anything to tell this guy that might point him in the right direction. That there is actually something out there killing people, and that we are in real fucking danger...We just don't know what we can do to point him in the right direction, short of risking his own... Infection, I guess...

For right now, all we can do is wait and try not to die, if that faceless fucker suddenly gets hostile again. I do feel a bit better now that there are two of us though... But does safety in numbers really count against something like the Slender Man?

Uncertain

Classes are delayed still, in light of an on-going investigation. No one is talking about it, but I get the feeling they might have found another body, or bodies. Both Carlos and Kruger are now very, very late. This isn't good at all. I have lots of questions now, and shit is still fucking weird. Alright... Daily occurrences.

I've been drawing shit again. It feels good... I dunno... Calming I guess is the best way to describe it. I had an appointment with Dr. Despinos, but I didn't tell him about... Well, I mean, he didn't even see, or seem to notice, when Slender Man was visible outside the window. You know what's really starting to bug me about him? He won't fucking do anything. I know that's supposed to be his thing, right? Just standing there looking at you while you are looking at him, but he isn't... Stuck there. He isn't some kind of Weeping Angel thing from that Dr Who show. But he doesn't seem to like doing his teleporting shit when you look at him, right? Help me out here Gray, or anyone else that might stumble across this. Him standing there doing nothing is part of his rules right? It isn't just a series of flukes or coincidences? Anyway... Despinos seemed concerned about me, and why wouldn't he? I know I'm a wreck right now. Too little sleep, sporadic bouts of sickness, in addition to my little art projects, which aren't the cheeriest images I've ever seen.

While I was talking to him, I ended up reminding myself of that blood work that was supposed to be done last month... So I called, and they denied that I ever came in for a check-up that day, or that any blood work was taken or sent off. So I called Judge, just to see if that wasn't me going... Fucking crazy or something. He confirmed it and is trying to find out what the hell is going on, but that is the extent of what I am dragging him into here. If this Slender Man starts killing people who know about him, then I want to make sure nobody else finds out, if I can help it.

Something that Gray said in the comments of the previous post has been sticking with me. Can't run forever. He's right... Uh... You are a "he" right, Gray? Sorry, I... Can't really tell. You don't have a blog or anything that I can see. So what can I do to fight? Options are kind of limited here, and I can't really count on much help. Maybe I can't count on any help... The blog hijacker guy who apparently isn't named Morningstar told me that "I shall bear witness" and that I will be the last. I take it that I am being targeted after the others. So... Probably going to have to accept the fact that... I might be the only one left right now. I need a plan, I've needed a plan for a while. But what can I do?  

Return to College

Back at College. What a fucking week... Best report the most important stuff first. Carlos isn't here and neither is Kruger. Now, it could be that they were delayed, but I really, really doubt it... Still can't get in touch with them. As far as I know, I am alone here... And Slender Man isn't the only thing after me, it looks like. God fucking dammit, all of this because I watched a stupid fucking video, goddammit Kase, goddammit Kruger. Why now? They told me that they had watched it before, so why didn't they get stalked by this fucker back then?

Fuck. On to less important stuff, I guess. I am short a car now. I was driving back to college, and I fucking should have known this shit would happen, everything was too quiet for the past week... I turned a corner and there was the fucking Slender Man in the middle of the road, just standing there with his head titled and looking at me. I swerved and ended up... Crashing, again, into some trees down a hill... When I regained consciousness, I was laying outside my demolished car. The only injuries I know I got was a puncture wound in my neck and a few cuts and bruises. Maybe a concussion, but I can't tell yet. Either way, I got up in a daze, but I was still... Coherent enough to tell that he had fucking moved down the hill, and was now about 20 feet from me, blocking my way back up to the road. I wasn't thinking anymore, just panicking, and I ran deeper into the woods. I didn't look back to see if he was following me.

I just picked a direction and ran, until I came to a kudzu filled clearing. That's when I saw the other one, clinging to the trees. I think... It might have been that thing in my nightmare, back in November. It had these two giant empty black eyes. Pitch black, like no form of darkness I have ever seen. The rest of it was black too... Shiny and hard looking. It came crawling down from the trees, feet over head, contorting itself and those... limbs... into a vaguely human shape... I starting running, of course. I could hear its scuttling behind me, and every once in a while, I would see the Slender Man just in the corner of my eye, staring at me between the trees, getting closer every time I saw him. I've never hunted animals before, but I imagine that was what they felt like. The panic, the adrenaline, the presence of something just behind you at all times, no matter how fast you run. Mind numbing terror, beyond anything I had ever thought was possible... Christ. Fuck. Is this what life is for me now?

Eventually I got out of the forest, stumbled up a hill and into a gas station parking lot. I managed to get a ride from a woman named Beth, back to the college. I didn't see Slender Man or that other fucking thing follow me to the gas station. I wonder why? Not like Slender Man hasn't killed someone unrelated to this bullshit once already, just because he was too close to Kase. I haven't told anyone what actually happened. Just told Beth and the police the same thing... Guy in the road, I swerved, crashed and stumbled to the nearest gas station. Least heading back with Beth was fucking uneventful. Need to get a new car, but... Fuck I don't care. I just want this shit to be over with already. He is fucking with me. He's gotta be fucking with me. No other reason for this shit... If he can fucking teleport, there is no reason for a chase in the fucking woods! He could have caught me at any time.

I am not a toy. There has to be a way to fight back... If... When Carlos and Kruger get here, we need to figure out who else was with us when we watched MarbleHornets. Then, we need to all come up with a plan. There is power in numbers, so we're bound to... Think of something.  

All Help is Long Gone

No sign of the thin bastard lately... Good. Gives me time to think of a plan. I couldn't get in touch with either Kruger or Carlos, so... I don't know if I'm the only one dealing with this. It probably isn't smart to think I'm special or anything, so... Maybe they're... Possibly stuck like I was? In that place? I have no way of knowing, but what about you Mr Follower? "Morningstar?" You followed pretty quick, and your profile is hidden from viewing. So should I be guessing you were the asshole who posted on my account with that "Little Fly" shit?

Guess that confirms that Slender Man is working with actual people?

Speaking of the tall fucker, don't think I haven't seen him watching me from outside. Keeping his distance this time, among the trees, which suits me fine. I am not gonna let him get me again. What the fuck does he even want with me? Why the hell does he stalk anyone? It makes no fucking sense. Everything that is alive, needs something, so it... Probably stands to reason that Slender Man needs something too... Which is... Why he stalks people? Maybe he gets something from it? The few things I've read so far don't tell me anything about what he could possibly be after. Just that... Most people don't get away from him.

Well, if no one else has, I intend to be the first, with Carlos, Kruger and any of those others I can find. I am not going down without a fight. 

Mom and Dad can tell something is wrong. They asked, but I didn't tell them. Not like they would believe me, right? They'll drop the questions. They don't care enough to keep asking, no matter what Judge advises them to do. So, that mean I am on my own right now... Can't find a damn trace of anyone dealing with the same shit. Lots of links mentioning it, but most of them lead to missing or dead blogs and websites. I need to find active blogs. Active help. It can't just be me, us, that is dealing with this fuckery.

Starting to sleep with a knife under my pillow. Not letting him take me again. Not alive.  

I'M OUT!

I'm out. I'm fucking out. I don't know where the FUCK I was, but I got out somehow! Oh Christ thank you, God thank you. It feels like I haven't seen the goddamn sun in a week! Mom and Dad are fine too... They were apparently wondering where I went. The last they saw of me was when I was about to fall asleep. I... Might have even thought it was a dream, or something, if not for those posts. I wrote them and posted them all in the span of a minute, according to this... That's impossible. But it happened. So that was real, it was all real...

Before I got out, things had gotten bad. The Static was fading and the light with it. I was so unimaginably thirsty... I've never been so thirsty. But I was too scared to leave the room. There was this constant sound of movement in the halls... It was Him, it had to be. I had seen him inside before. He was just standing there, barely illuminated by the television light. God... How could I have thought that was a mask, and a costume... I guess... Part of me didn't. The alternative, this, it's too horrible for me to have ever considered without absolute proof. That THING is not human, it isn't even remotely human. I don't care how fancy its clothes are, if those clothes really are clothes in the first place.

I got very desperate in there... The thirst was just overwhelming. So I opened my door and began to sneak to the kitchen. At first I saw no sign of Him, but I could still hear this vague shuffling around. It was slow and heavy, but... It had to be Him. I don't... Know if He knew I was there. But I crawled into the kitchen without being blocked off. None of the sinks worked, and when I opened the fridge, there was nothing but... Fucking whiskey. Desperate times, though, and I tried to drink from that poison. Of course, as soon as it entered my mouth I knew something was wrong. I couldn't describe the taste, but it was enough to make me throw up all over the floor. I remember everything just... Spinning, and I fell down into my own vomit. When I woke up, I was in my bed, staring outside at sunlight streaming through the trees. It was five days into a new year.

It isn't over yet, though... That much is obvious. That THING exists... And it is stalking me. And it... Probably is stalking Kruger, Carlos and those others who watched MarbleHornets with us. Maybe it has stalked others too? Hell... Is MarbleHornets real? I don't even know anymore... I need help, and bad. Maybe having this blog be public is not a bad idea after all.