Beneath the Earth

Guys, we did it. We actually won a victory today over that son of a bitch who was drugging us.

I don't know what the bastard's plan was, but it failed. Really, I don't know how it could have succeeded, all things considered. We were just settling down to go to sleep, so we could continue sweeping the area for Kruger, when that sweet smell filled the air. We aren't as dumb as you think, jackass. We immediately knew who it was and what was coming. It... Still affected us, a bit... But it was just a hallucination. The Faceless fucker is a monster, but Spinner is just a guy. He kicked open the door, and... Just for a second we just stared at the hallucination. Those eyes... If... When I make it out of this, I think those eyes are going to stick with me for as long as I live... Darkness just doesn't get more black than that.

Or so I thought at the time.

He rushed at Carlos, probably trying to take him like he did Kruger, but I managed to intercept him and got him good where I think his head was. I guess.. The Gas made me think he made this screeching sound at me, and he backed off into the hall. Carlos ran after him, and so did I. I don't know if the pain in my knuckles, after hitting him that hard, made me shake off the hallucinogen faster, but as we chased him out of the building into the night, I felt my mind gain clarity. I could see that what we were chasing was not a Spider Monster, but just a guy in a padded hoodie, with a weird mask. He was fucking fast though, but not as fast as he thought he was. He would slip around some corners and stop to check if we were still following. And we were.

Some of Corvin's Timberwolves found us and tried to stop Spinner, but he apparently had some kind of gas sprayer in his sleeve, and hit them with a face-full of that shit he used on us. I could hear the Timberwolves screaming, as we chased Spinner into the theater room. He made a beeline for the stage, and activated one of the same fucking trapdoors we use for Carlos' act... Now that I think about it, that Anonymous douchebag commenter did mention he watched our act. Maybe he wasn't in the audience after all...

Like I said before, there was an entire basement level under that stage. It turns out, it wasn't as unused as I thought it was. Spinner ran through the place like he knew it well, but we had no idea what the layout was like. It didn't take us long to lose him. The black clothes and mask made him blend in good with the dark, and we didn't bring flashlights. As we searched for him, we realized that going down here without a light source would be a really bad idea. So we had no choice but to head back up and grab some flashlights. Carlos wanted to get Agent Elliot... And he was probably right... But I didn't want to risk Spinner slipping away. I wanted to end this shit there and then.

Well, obviously I didn't, but we did find something fucking insane.

After about thirty minutes of checking every nook and cranny, we noticed a trap-door behind some boxed, almost covered with a rug. It was unlocked, so we opened it and crawled in. You would not believe what was down there... I can't really bring myself to fully believe it myself. There was an entire ruined... Temple, or... Fucking... Authentic as shit Haunted House, Castle, thing. There were mostly unlit torches along the walls at the end of the moderately short ladder down into a stone staircase. It was a blackish stone, or very dark gray, and it wasn't natural, that was for sure. It looked carved. But... I'm not, a mason or anything. The end of the winding staircase down into the darkness, opened up into a larger area filled with oddly new looking wooden benches. There was a large doorway at the end of the room, as well as a long empty looking tunnel off to the right side, coming in. The darkness inside it looked... Unnatural, would be the only way to describe it.

Three things were noticeable in this room, aside from the doors and benches. The first, was that it was absolutely infested with insects. Big insects. Roaches were scuttling around the ground, feeding on the corpses of other dead bugs. The air was alive with buzzing and fluttering, but it was still too dark to really tell what kind of bugs were flying around. Spiders were everywhere, in nearly every corner and around nearly every bench, and some of them looked like fucking tarantulas, in how big they were. The really bizarre thing, is that none of those flying insects landed on us. All the insects in the room seemed to keep at a distance, and it was... Like they cleared a path for us, when we walked near. The second noticeable thing, was that there were still burning torches in places, almost making the flashlights unnecessary, in places. But just outside the light, the darkness was thick and deep, almost seeming to eat up the light we shined into it. I just... Know... They were infested with more of those spiders and insects. And maybe other things...

The third... Noticeable thing... Was what made us decide to leave early, without finding Spinner... There was this... Big Statue in the center of the room. Of a Spider. With a fucking human face on it. The expression was one of... Doubt, I guess, or inquiry. It was... Lovingly detailed. Hairy, and the joints on the legs made it almost look like it could come to life at any second. Everything about it made me feel wrong. I mean... The whole place had me feeling like I shouldn't be there... But that statue was a fucking abomination. The way the insects moved around it...

I'm just... Not going to talk about it anymore. We left almost immediately upon seeing the thing, not even bothering to explore the other areas of that place. Elliot was waiting for us outside of our Room.

We told him what happened, and we told him that the guy in the black mask and hoodie ran down a trap door in the basement of the Theater building. What happens next is up to him, I guess... Hopefully he will take care of Spinner. So we can focus on The Slender Man at long last.

You guys in the comments know more stuff than me, and I... Gotta know. What the fuck did we find down there?  

Fuckery

The past six days... Have not gone well.

Five days ago... God... Kruger visited our room. I don't know why, he never got the chance to tell us. Just that he looked pissed, and said he found out something. Then I heard Carlos yell, and I turned and... Slenderfuck was here. Close now... Man... I think.... I think the end is close now... Kinda grateful to be honest, if it would just fucking happen already... Kruger walked in, right past him. He didn't see... He looked around the room. Carlos and I were paralyzed... Or... Mesmorized or something. Deer in the fucking headlights. Its happened before, but the reaction is almost always the same. But we were broken out of the trance by the sound of glass shattering, and Kruger screaming. There was a guy in the window, dressed in what looked like a black hoodie, with the hood up, wearing a black, almost featureless, mask with two giant darker black spots for eyes. He was pulling Kruger through the window, and jabbed a needle into his neck that made him go limp... I tried moving. I tried. I really did... But that faceless bastard just wouldn't let me go... Some others from outside the hall came running in at the sound broken glass, and I remember looking at them for a moment. I looked back, and He was gone. Carlos had already rushed the window... But Spinner and Kruger were gone.

And we still don't know where they are. Five days later. We've been looking. Elliot has been looking, hell Corvin's timberwolf-cult fuckers are looking, apparently. Not a goddamn trace, and no one noticed the masked son of a bitch carrying an unconscious guy through a crowded campus.

And that's been my week. Well... I guess I should probably mention the three week disappearance. Godfuckingdammit. Carlos was missing too. No one had any idea where we were, but the Timberwolves were out looking for us in the woods, and apparently Corvin was blocking Elliot from telling anyone about it, or so Elliot told me, anyway. Someone in Washington is apparently drowning him in paperwork, and his superiors don't seem to want him here anymore, despite the deaths and disappearances. So, Corvin is probably moving money around to keep this shit as hidden as possible. Meaning our disappearance went unreported by anyone but Elliot, and it was promptly ignored by everyone who could possibly help. Kruger meanwhile was working on "something" while we were gone. Probably the same something he was going to talk to us about...

We're going to keep looking... Its all we can do, at this point. Better in fucking Corvin's hands than Spinner's. I think.  

Dull Day

Alright, Kruger, Carlos and I discussed the crap from yesterday and a couple things are worth talking about, we think. Corvin said Spinner is not actually a Spider-Man, but is just a hallucination brought on by the actual Spinner sneaking into our room and drugging us. Kruger's first thought was wondering about whether he's lying, cause we don't exactly trust the guy who bugged our room and has a giant rapist grin on his face every time he sees us. Speaking of bugged rooms, Kruger tore apart the walls of his room with a hammer, and said he found exactly no cameras, so... That's kind of weird. Spinner, or whoever he is, was targeting all of us, right, and Corvin knew that. So... This is fucking weird. But back on the subject of Not-Spinner, we have dumped all our stored food and water, and are now eating at the shitty Cafeteria that we all hate.

So assuming Corvin didn't lie... That means Not-Spinner is just a guy. We can kill that much easier, probably, than a Man-Spider thing, or at least get it arrested... Guess that would explain why Elliot didn't shoot on sight. He didn't see a monster, he saw a person. So... I guess this all really points to Corvin not lying. Or at least, telling the truth about Spinner being just a guy. Of course, now we have more questions. Firstly, why is not-Spinner only attacking Carlos and myself now? Kruger hasn't been attacked since he got here, and he doesn't have a roommate anymore. Wouldn't that make him easy pickings? Hell, wasn't I supposed to die last or something? Feel like answering that Anonymous Douchebag?

... Kruger wasn't particularly happy about that line of questioning. Seemed to think Carlos was trying to imply something. I don't know, myself. Spinner killed Kase, right? Kase and Kruger were friends. So why the fuck, if Kruger was Spinner, would Kruger kill Kase? And, Kruger wasn't even here for all of January. So who was Spinner? I just don't buy into it. Carlos is being paranoid, and I don't really blame him. The actual Spinner could be anyone we know. Hell, it could even be a random stranger... I know this is... Movieish, but don't Serial Killers tend to get close to their targets or something? Actually...

Is Spinner a Proxy? Wait... I don't expect a truthful answer on this but... Is Anony Commenter Spinner? That would kind of make sense, right? Ah... Fuck. Maybe I should stop posting on here... I'll finish this one though. Yeah. That will be a good idea.

Um... Carlos had no idea what kind of Incense Oil thing Spinner was using, because Corvin didn't exactly describe it too well, and I didn't ask questions due to panicking. Fucking great, isn't it?

As for Corvin's role in all this, I still don't really get what he wants, or is trying to learn. He probably has more than enough footage of Spinner smacking us around, and us reacting to Slenderfuck during his visiting hours. If he's trying to get... Infected, I guess... Why not just marathon MarbleHornets or some shit? Where do we fit in to this? I know he runs his little Timberwolf Cult, but they worship Spinner, who is evidently not the guy who is fucking with us. So what is Spinner?

Kruger's big question during our discussion, was probably the thing that is pissing me off the most. Why is our resident FBI Agent unable to arrest Corvin for this shit? I know he's rich, but no one is that rich. He keeps implying that his superiors, or maybe just a superior, is somehow stopping him. So why the hell is he even still here? If the FBI is unable, or unwilling, to do something, why waste everyone's time like this?

And that about covers it, I think. Thoughts anyone? Advice?

EDIT: OK WHAT THE FUCK. It is the First of Fucking April and the Middle of the Night right now. How the fuck did this happen? What the shit is fucking going on?

No. Nope. I am just going the fuck to sleep. I will deal with this fuckery tomorrow.  

New Revelations

This was a very, very, dumb idea. Corvin, being obscenely wealthy, has a manor with guards in it. And for some reason I thought it was a good idea to march right up to the gate and not expect something bad to happen. Still... I guess it went better than it could have. I mean, obviously, right? I'm still alive here, after all.

I drove in Carlos' car to Corvin Manor. I think I heard that his family helped found this town, and have lived in the manor ever since. It looked pretty nice, honestly. I walked right by a lily garden, on my way to the front porch where I was greeted the Butler guy, who never gave his name, now that I think about it. He seemed to take after his master with the creepy smile he gave me when greeting me. He was tall, dark haired, 30 something year old looking man with a deep voice and british-y accent. I told him I needed to see Mister Corvin about a very important matter, and that he would probably know what it was. I think I meant it as a threat.

"Ah, of course. Please, come inside and we'll try to find Master Corvin." He stood aside and I went in. "You must forgive me, my dear boy, I am a fairly new member of this illustrious household, after the tragic passing of my predecessor two months ago. I don't quite know Master Corvin's schedule by heart yet, but he does tend to linger in his little museum downstairs, please follow me closely." He took off at a brisk pace towards a marble staircase leading down.

The house was fancy as shit. Pictures everywhere, old clocks, that depressing dark color scheme old houses seem to love, and equally depressing looking carpets. Lots of purple, which is a color I don't particularly like. At least they were clean. The staircase was kind of jarring to look at because it was pure white marble, including the walls, compared to the dark colors of the rest of the house.

I paused a bit to take in my surroundings, just in case, and Butler Guy turned around and snapped at me. "Follow closely, sir. Guests should not linger in the most patrolled areas of the house. The guards are a... might bit twitchy thanks to their... Um... Supplements."

"What kind of supplements?" I asked, looking at one of the guards. He was friggen enormous. Like some kind of steroid nightmare, with these glassy, reddish eyes with extremely dilated pupils. If I didn't know better, and I still don't, I would say they were on some kind of cocaine/steroid mix. Just the way they were moving around and looking at things, reminded me of someone on serious amounts of cocaine, but their eyes looked even more fucked up than what I've seen before.

"Just a little... Performance enhancer. It doesn't do wonders for their already limited personalities though, so I would recommend a degree of caution and lack of eye contact, at least until we find Master Corvin. They won't disobey him. They can't, in fact." He gave a dark chuckle and lead me down the staircase.

At this point, I had realized what a big fucking mistake I had just made. I was here to confront Corvin about his spying. In his own home. Surrounded by his armed guards. I did not fucking think this through at all, so I was thanking God when Corvin wasn't in the Museum floor.

"Hmmm... Master Corvin isn't here? Such a pity. I suppose we should wait here, then, for him to arrive, as he is bound to show up soon, given his affection for the artifacts within this place." That Butler said to me.

"Artifacts" is one way of putting it. It was an extremely bizarre "museum." The tall room was adorned with paintings on the walls, of faces and unrecognizable places, one displaying a giant spider with a human face, and another showing a total solar Eclipse. I felt on edge just looking at them. But then you have the weirder things. There were glass cases with an assortment of random items inside, like a Femur bone covered in weird unreadable sigils, or an old syringe filled with this strange looking fluid that gave me a headache just to look at. It seemed very familiar somehow. There were an assortment of Books, some old, some new looking and some even looking like notebooks. In the middle of the room was this small garden, with a large sapling tree growing out of it.

It looked like one of those trees from that Place, but different... It might have just been a bizarre mutation of the bark, but it looked like ugly infected flesh was growing through the twisted bark.

On the opposite side of the room from the Glass cases were the larger objects in the Museum. One of them was a big silvery mirror with pearls along the sides, reflecting the entire room. It looked very... Clear. Well polished. But something about the reflection bugged me, though I couldn't tell you what. There was also a large, battered, old piano that seemed to be in the middle of repairs. But then was, again, the weird stuff. The Piano was surrounded by what looked like camping materials, covered in dry old blood. But the weirdest thing in the entire collection had to have been the big Black Van with "Free Candy" on the side of it, next to the Piano and camping supplies.

There was also a big gold Egyptian sarcophagus. I went up to it and stared at it for a moment.

"That one" came a voice from behind me. "Was a gift from my friends in Noctis Custodes, for helping them with their legal and financial needs." I turned around and saw Corvin coming down the stairs grinning at me. "It is said to contain the body of the High Priest Kemseti, who made a pact with a being of golden smokeless fire, thousands of years ago." He walked up beside me and pointed at the picture of an Eclipse. "That piece was a gift from my old friend Albert Conaghan, by an obscure painter named Gertrude Adalinda, who went insane and killed herself shortly after painting it." He walked over to the Mirror adorned with Pearls. "This... Was a gift from my mentor, Silas Marsh, crafted out of silver from Persia. The Pearls are said to be the crystallized eggs from the Mother of Serpents herself. Every owner before Silas met with a... Less than pleasant fate." He then smiled and pointed towards the sapling in the middle. "That? That is one of the few surviving saplings rescued from an old town out West, where the inhabitants worshiped strange beings and all just... Vanished two and a half years ago."

I finally recovered from my shock. "Mister... Corvin..." I don't think I did a good job at hiding my nervousness.

"Well hello there, Jeremy." He said, spreading his arms wide as if wanting a hug or something. "Welcome to my humble home. You could have just called, you know, I gave you that number for a reason." He said with smile.

"Well, I uh... May have misplaced it, sir." I sputtered. This was not looking good. This was a big fucking mistake.

Corvin shrugged a bit, happily. "It happens." He turned his grin towards that Butler. "You know, guests are typically sent to wait in the foyer, not the museum. Certain things down here might unsettle the poor boy."

That Butler bowed his head. "My sincerest apologies, sir, but the dear boy was quite insistant that he talk to you right away. In fact, he looked rather like had something important to tell you. So I brought him here, in the hopes that we might find you reading. Alas, it seems you were elsewhere..."

Corvin glanced at me with an expression of mock surprise. "Important? Oh, of course... What can I do for you Jeremy? Did your detective work turn up something helpful in your room?" My eyes, meanwhile were locked on three guards marching down the stairs, who were giving me a bad look. I say again. This was one of the worst ideas I have ever had.

"Uh... N-No sir. I just... Well, I did find something you might be... Interested in?" I was stammering.

He smirked at that Butler, before smiling back at me. "Oh do tell."

"The... Um... The disappearing students. They have something to do with Jacob Kase's death. Carlos and I and Victor Kruger, we've all been seeing this... Thing around. We think its the Spinner. That thing you and the Timberwolves had a bonfire for a few months ago." I hoped I could distract him from the Camera issue.

He started giggling and almost jumping around. "Oh I knew it. I was right, like always. Ha HA. Yes, yes. So that's what he was doing. And you all three saw it? The same hallucinations. Oh, he is Good. Oh yes, we need to find him. I might even offer him a job..."

"What the FUCK are you talking about?" I kind of lost my temper at being laughed at like that.

He stopped and gave me what I think was a sympathetic smile. "You still don't get it? That nosy FBI Agent even gave you a hint. Didn't you notice the smell in your Fridge? Sweet wasn't it? I've smelled it before in certain kinds of incense, during my visits to Africa. Breathing the incense was supposed to sort of... Unlock your mind into a different plane of existence. In other words, it causes severe hallucinations." He giggled more.

"Incense?" Maybe Carlos could find out more about it. Incenses and Magic shit are kind of his thing.

"It doesn't take much, but that isn't how it was happening to you. This is the interesting part. Our mysterious friend in black is using the oil form of it. Heehee. Those cameras you found? They were recording everything. Late at night, this person wearing all black with a strange mask would slip in your room or window, and drug your food and drinks. I don't know who it is, though, but I would very much like to find out. If he's using the incense I think he is, it shouldn't last that long or work when dissolved in soda or water. Isn't this exciting? Who knows what else he might know!"

I couldn't believe this shit. Corvin knew this entire fucking time, and he is only now telling me? Come to think of it, why the hell is he telling me?

"Why didn't you stop this if you knew?"

He shrugged and walked over to one of the cases containing a notebook with the name Mitch Lapierre on it, opening the case up. "Call it curiosity." He flipped to a page with some drawings and dried blood on it, and showed it to me. I recognized it immediately. Slender Man. "You have been seeing this entity, haven't you?"

I backed up towards that Butler, ready to run. "Are you a... Proxy?"

He looked confused for a moment. "I don't... Think so? I confess, I don't quite know what that is. I only know about this 'Slender Man' by reputation. He has never appeared before me, despite the fact, I hear, that it only takes learning about him to cause him to being stalking you." He put the notebook back in the case. "So what is a Proxy, hmm? Better yet, what is it about you, Jeremy? You, your friend Carlos, Victor Kruger, Jacob Kase... Why are you blessed with His appearance, when I am not? Why do you get to see the proof I have so longed for. That... Sweet validation, that all these years of study and obsession, of rituals and the ridicule have been worth something. That I was right, all along, despite everything. Tell me, what makes you so special?" His voice had become angry, but the amount of stupidity coming out his mouth was making me even angrier.

"Look you dumb son of a bitch. If you want to trade places with me, by all means do it. I don't want this, you haven't seen the shit I have. This monster is the most horrifying thing a human mind could ever comprehend, and you want to meet it? Is that why you've been watching us?"

He smirked at me. "Only part of the reason, my boy. You'll see the rest soon enough, I promise you. Ah... But for now, I have very important matters to attend to. We'll save the Q&A for later. Feel free to tell Mr. Kruger and you little magician buddy Carlos all about our conversation... But if you mention so much as a word of this to that FBI Agent, you may very well wake up as a guest in our special quarters, attended to by these fine gentlemen." He gestured towards his Guards who continued to glare at me through glassy eyes. He then looked to that Butler. "Would you kindly see him out?"

That Butler smiled in response and bowed. "Oh, it would be my pleasure, sir."

I left without a word. What the hell could I say? I wasn't about to risk provoking Corvin anymore than I already had. I have enough trouble with Spinner, or... Whoever it is, and Slender Man. I'm gonna sleep on it and discuss everything more with Carlos and Kruger tomorrow. This has changed things, and maybe for the better?  

Corvin's Cleaning Crew

Of course it was him.

So, after Carlos was discharged from the hospital, we came back to find that the College had sent some people to clean up the broken window and walls. Coincidentally, I'm sure, after tearing down part of the walls ourselves, we found that the Cameras were all gone. At that point, all doubt in my mind had vanished about who put them there and when.

Elliot came by and just helped confirm it for me. Apparently after using his FBI Badge to force his way into the Security office, he found out that certain students rooms were being monitored. This is highly illegal, for starters.

Corvin. Corvin, Corvin, Fucking Corvin. Now we have three fucking stalkers, and Corvin might just be the creepiest. But Elliot can't arrest him. Why? I don't know, and apparently neither does he, given how pissed off he seemed when I asked him about it. He didn't exactly explain himself, but I'm guessing one of his bosses won't let him just arrest Corvin for some reason.

And no, he didn't find Spinner. I asked him why he didn't shoot Spinner on sight, and he just told me that he doesn't like killing people when he doesn't absolutely have to.

Which is all well and good, until it causes a murderous monster from getting away...

I think I'm going to go have a talk with Corvin about this. I know Proxies, or whatever, are involved with this somehow. Maybe he's one of them? Would make a bit of sense, yeah?  

Hidden Cameras

So... Late last night, Carlos and I were debating what to do for the millionth time. We really don't have many options, so we like to go over the potential ones we do have. All of sudden there was this big change in the air. Carlos was burning some incense to make him feel better, so the change was pretty obvious. The incense was very... Bitter smelling. I fucking hated it. But there was this new smell, and it was very sweet. We didn't really think too much of it, but Carlos decided to open the door and see if someone was smoking something outside. The smell was fucking overpowering. Carlos was almost stumbling to the door...

I didn't really notice what happened next until I heard a thud and saw Carlos drop. I looked at the open door and saw the outline that... Black Shape, contorting its many limbs in disgusting ways. I didn't even have time to react before it rushed me, slamming my head against the wall again, hard... But he wasn't so lucky this time, it didn't knock me out though I couldn't really move or focus... Spinner didn't try to finish me off though... Instead, he started smashing into a poster on the wall, frantically bashing at it with one of his limbs. I started looking around for anything to hit the fucker with, while he was distracted, but I guess my movement caught his attention. He stopped, and turned around to look at me with those empty black holes for eyes. We just... Stared at each other for a minute. I didn't know what to do... I have no idea why it didn't attack. Then I heard Elliot's voice come from the hall yelling "What the hell?"

Spinner smashed the window open as Elliot came charging in with his glock out, coughing but yelling oddly enough for Spinner to freeze before that monster jumped out the window. I don't know why he didn't just shoot something like that. He told me to call an ambulance for Carlos, and followed Spinner out the window. I never heard any gunshots, so I don't think he found Spinner.

But I haven't even got to the weird part yet.

The EMS guys arrived and picked up Carlos, who was unconscious. I made a point to ask their names, just in case. But while we were waiting, and I recovered from the... Shock I guess... I noticed something about the section of the wall Spinner was smashing. There was something in the hole. A Camera, and I could see through the wires that were stretching around the room in the walls, that there were even more fucking cameras around. Spinner didn't fucking put them there, so who did?

He asked rhetorically.

I have a good idea who, actually. But first, I'd like to talk about it with Agent Elliot. See if I can't get some information out of him about a related matter.

If he's alive, I mean. I haven't seen him since he jumped out the window after Spinner. I don't even know why he was in this building so late at night. But I mean... No gunshots either way. I would think he would've at least gotten off one if he found Spinner or Spinner found him. I hope something bad didn't happen... He is about the closest thing to an ally we have around here, I think...

Carlos is... Fine. According to the hospital, he has a mild concussion, and that's about it. Hell, I think he actually got off easier than I did when Spinner slammed my head... Why the fuck isn't he just killing us already? Why the hell did he bash open the wall like that? Did he want the Cameras? Did he want us to see the Cameras? Fuck, why can't anything be simple...  

A Hint of Normality

We've got Carlos back, and in more or less working condition. He's pretty sure that the Timberwolves were drugging him in there, to keep him unconscious for most of the time. Why? We don't really know. He says he doesn't remember much beyond them taking some blood samples from him. Think he's gonna go visit an actual fucking doctor tomorrow, just to make sure nothing is terribly wrong.

But it's always something isn't it?

Still... I think was a very good day. It's been... God, it feels like ages, since we've had a day of relative normalness. We, well Carlos, got asked today if we were ever going to start up another little magic show for the local kids. We hadn't really thought about doing something like that since this all started. So we discussed it, and immediately set up an impromptu show. Nothing terribly fancy by Carlos standards, given both of our conditions, but it was a show. The usual group of kids and students dropped by to watch. It was... Nice. It was fun for a change. I still don't know the names of anyone in the regular audience, but I know their faces and usual clothes. I doubt they know my name either, I'm just the assistant after all. I hold stuff, carry stuff, and occasionally "teleport" through the College's hidden trapdoors on the stage.

Corvin may be a creepy, weird, asshole, but he clearly isn't stingy when it comes to throwing his money at the College. We do seriously have a stage fit for a Magician. There is an entire basement level down there, that was almost unused.

Of course... We did have one new audience member. Fancier dressed than most, older too I think. Not the ideal audience member either. Never claps, or cheers, or laughs or gives any sort of reaction whatsoever beyond staring blankly at us. I'm just glad he didn't ruin things for us. God help us, we needed something good like that to happen. It's a reminder that not everything is fucking awful, that there is some normalness out there. It is what we aspire to go back to, and what why we will get through this.

I was... A bit worried though. For a minute there, I almost thought those kids could see him, but I think they were just following our gaze and reactions when we noticed him standing in the back. Nothing to worry about.

I... Hope.  

Only We Remain

Bear with me here guys... I don't feel good writing this. I don't... Think I've recovered from that shit a few days ago.

Agent Elliot dropped by again, with bad news. Looks like he was paying attention when I mentioned MarbleHornets to him, but he focused on the wrong bit. He said he tried tracking down everyone else who was watching the videos with us, and that Kruger helped fill in the blanks on his list. It turns out, that everyone on the list has been reported missing, mostly during Christmas break, but the latest one was just last week. Anyone around them told Elliot that they were acting bizarre before they disappeared. They were paranoid, convinced someone was watching them, and... Of course the drawings. Just like Me. Elliot asked again if I had any information to share but... What could I say? An internet monster got them? He didn't even believe me when I told him a Man-Spider was stalking me. No way he would believe me about Slender Man.

Elliot then told me that we, Carlos, Kruger and myself, were the only ones accounted for now. I'm not surprised. This is exactly what that fucker said would happen. So I guess now we have to figure out the plan on our own. First Spinner... Yeah... If we can kill Spinner, Kruger will be in the clear. Then I can handle Slender Man... Somehow. I don't exactly have access to a gun here...

Wait. Maybe I do... Shit, but that will need a plan and a half itself to work... One thing at a time. We can do this. We can. I can. Do bullets even work on something like that, though? Maybe you guys know more.

Did get some news about Carlos. He is set to be released in a couple of days. Kruger is worried that they, Corvin and those Timberwolves, might have been doing something to him in there. Considering they tried to keep an FBI Agent out, I am inclined to agree. But neither he, nor I, have been able to find out what. I haven't been in the best shape after that Faceless Fucker get ahold of me. Kruger meanwhile has effectively been kicked out of the Timberwolves.

It must be bad. They have always been party animals for as long as I've been here, but according to Kruger, they have gotten much worse since before Christmas break. Some kind of new drug is being passed around. Not the usuals, but something different. He doesn't what it is but... A lot of the Wolves, especially the older ones, have been acting... Bizarre. The cult crap that was always semi-present in the Wolves has been ramped up. Some of them are walking around in friggen Robes! We know Thomas Corvin has something to do with it, because he has been visiting the Timberwolf house more frequently. The older Wolves have taken to calling him "Prophet" even in public, which wasn't allowed before. Naturally the Non-Timberwolf students are starting to get really freaked out, especially given the murders and disappearances. I don't care how rich Corvin is, he can't cover this much crap up. I just wonder why nobody is doing anything about it. The FBI knows, obviously, and Elliot clearly isn't on board with what Corvin is doing... But for some reason isn't arresting him, or can't.

We really don't need this kind of shit right now. We already have Slender Man and Spinner. We don't need a bunch of drugged up idiots causing problems too. And you know they fucking will. They worship "The Spinner" after all, and that is who we're dealing with here... I think. Kruger seems to think so, and he was a Timberwolf, albeit one in it for the parties and not the religion. Fuck, I don't even really care if they worship the bastard, just so long as they leave us alone. But I suppose we'll know more about what we're dealing with when Carlos is finally let out.  

Botched Suicide

Had a session with Dr. Despinos again today. In regards to a... Failed suicide attempt. I had to get my stomach pumped due to downing a bottle of sleeping pills. We discussed what happened in that... Place. I called it a nightmare, obviously. But I gotta confess, I left something out in the last post. A big part. For me, maybe the most important part of all, for my entire life.

How does He know these things? This isn't... It wasn't something I talk about. I thought I had already said enough, but the truth is... Until the day I die, nothing I say or do will ever make it go away, or change what was done. What I did. Seeing that blood slowly flowing down the creek... Seeing my old car again, wrapped around that tree. Seeing that... Mutilated husk, sitting in that seat, shredded by glass, metal and bark. It was the same as it was in my nightmares, exactly how I remember him from that night... And then there was that tree. That creek carried his blood deep into its maw, feeding an atrocity. A godless creation that sprouted from the deepest depths of the furthest reaches of madness and evil themselves, with its weeping face oozing the blood of its rotting "fruits" dangling lifelessly from its leafless limbs.

One day, I know, I will join them there.

But it won't be now. I will not die now, I will not die alone, and I will be the last of us to die young, if it comes to that. I swear it on Alec's grave.  

In that Place again

He isn't... Playing red-light, green-light anymore guys.

God... Where do I fucking start. I... Don't really... One minute I was walking out of my room, and the next I was... It was like I was in a forest. Or a forest from an old photograph. It was daytime before, there was sunlight... But then everything looked dark and washed out. Those trees weren't like any kind of plant I have ever seen. Have you ever seen a tree with pitch black leaves? Their branches and trunks were twisted into shapes I can't... Describe. I had no idea what the fuck was going on, but I knew it had to be Him again.

So I did what my mind was begging me to do, and ran. I didn't pick a direction, I just ran as fast as I could without risking balance through that hell-forest. He was after me, I didn't even need to look back to know that he was there. Maybe I should have, because it might have made me run even faster if I had seen what he showed later...

Eventually I ran onto what I thought was a clearing, but was instead a long unlit street. The streetlights were dead, or burned out. There were several small, colorless houses lined up on the sides. They had no doors, or windows that I could see. All over the street I saw discarded objects. Dolls, basketballs, rusted tricycles, and other childish mementos. There was even a playground visible, slides, see-saws and jungle gyms, all rotting and rusted, sprinkled with dark stains and puddles of inky black. Everything was... Silent. The only living things in sight were those abominations of trees, twisting out of the ground and blotting out the entire sky, save for a patch of open, starless, darkness high above. Surely this was what hell looked like.

Then I saw Him as he came towards me without pause. I grabbed a nearby broken tree branch for protection, but it didn't matter. I was paralyzed with fear, I think. I saw these four, long, black fleshy tendrils come out of his back and writhe towards me. I think... I think it broke my fight or flight instinct, as I could do neither. Just watching Him come forward to... kill me... I couldn't even scream.

But you know what?

He was fucking with me. He was fucking with me again. I would be the last? Isn't that what you said you piece of shit? So why the fuck is he even bothering with this? What the fuck does he gain from that?

I regained my senses on the side of the creek, near the woods around the college. My heart was pounding, I was crying. My legs ached from the running, so I knew it was real. It was... Like that place, all over again. But this time was so much worse. I don't... Know if I can take this. This can't happen again. I can't take it.

More Questions

Luck hasn't been on our side so far. Carlos is still in the infirmary, Timberwolves are still stationed outside it, and the only one I have seen go in or out, is that weird fuck Corvin. I would say I am starting to think he is up to something, but a guy like that is always up to something, and it is never good.

But the bigger problem is that, even with Kruger's help, we haven't found anyone yet. Turns out most of the people who watched MarbleHornets with us haven't shown up at school yet. Slenderfuck was clearly very busy over Christmas break.... Fuck. You know, the worst part is, some of them are probably still alive, like we are. They probably bunkered down in their homes, or tried to get help from family. What kind of idiot would leave the safety of their own home, to go live in shitty dorms, especially when being stalked by that nightmare in a suit? Goddammit all. Looks like it is just going to be the three of us after all... Or... Shit, maybe Two, if they don't let Carlos out of there soon. Fuck it, I am making that a priority tomorrow. We need to find out what the hell Corvin is doing with Carlos in there.

As an aside, Elliot caught up to Kruger today. Kruger tells me Elliot gave him more or less the same treatment he gave me, questions, coffee and all. But something useful did come out of this, I think. Kruger asked Elliot about Kase's body, and Elliot mentioned that he already knew about the disappearance. Not only that, though... The Ambulance that was carrying Kase's body, and the body of that security officer, didn't make it back. It was found crashed on the side of the road, with the drivers and Kase's body missing. The security officer's body was left behind though, and was recovered. The last bit of information Elliot gave up, was that no one actually seems to know who was actually driving and riding in the EMS at the time. So something fucking weird is going on there too, and if it is related to Spinner or Slender Man, it might be useful to know.

Advice, anyone? Theories? Anything would be appreciated at this point.  

Kruger's Alive

And surprisingly, he has a good explanation for where the fuck he's been the past two months. Fucking finally something is going our way, but sadly, Carlos hasn't been able to see it... One thing at a time. Lot of stuff happened... Uh... Bad News first I guess.

While I was recovering in our room, someone heard someone scratching at a door to one of the basement areas, and found Carlos bleeding from a head wound, shortly before passing out. I hear he's woken up by now, but the college isn't letting anyone him for some reason. Weirdly, some of those Timberwolf fratboys have been hanging out around the infirmary room they are keeping Carlos in, guarding the place or something. They wouldn't even let Kruger through, and he is part of the same damn fraternity. But it isn't just us being kept out. While we were scoping out the situation, we saw that Agent Elliot walk in, and come storming back out a couple minutes later. We couldn't hear what the "guards" told Elliot, but, seeing how Elliot never made it in to the room, it looks like they aren't even letting an FBI Agent through. I am pretty damn sure that is illegal, and bound to get someone in trouble, so we'll try and keep an ear open for what happens.

Now for the good/weird news. Kruger hasn't been killed by the Slender Man. In fact, he seemed pretty damn confused when I asked him if he has seen the Slender Man. He claims he hasn't seen the Slender Man, but he believes that Carlos and I have probably seen him. Why? Because that fucking Spider thing, The Spinner I guess, has been harassing him for the past three months, and given the shit he says he has seen, he is willing to believe about anything at this point.

All through Christmas break, he says, he has been seeing this big, black, spider/man thing with deep, dark eyes, watching him. He would wake up, and the damn thing would be on his wall, he would leave the house, and see it lurking in the trees. He also mentioned hearing a lot of shit at night, like someone moving around in his room a lot. There was even one instance where he woke up staring into what we presume to be Spinner's eyes, before Spinner shoved one of its hands down his throat, probably to keep him from screaming or something. Police couldn't find any trace of forced entry, or any sign of a giant bug man, but they did apparently try to arrest him for being on drugs.

I feel strangely validated in my decision to keep quiet about this mess...

Post-Christmas break, though... Apparently Spinner started to get increasingly hostile. He has the scars to prove it now. Parts of him look like someone has gone after him with a fucking machete. Apparently his house also caught fire in the middle of the night, and he only barely escaped through a window. It isn't hard to see why he wouldn't want to come directly back to College, with that shit going on. Though he did seem to figure that Kase's death had something to do with Spinner, hence why he is here now. He told me he wants to avenge Kase, and I agree. But we still don't know what actually killed him.

It's kind of weird, all things considered. We haven't found many, if any, of the missing students that Slender Man took. Maybe Spinner doesn't actually have anything to do with Slender Man? Kase's death is too different from all the ones that are mostly likely caused by Slendershit. But that isn't the only weird thing with Kase right now. The reason it took Kruger so long getting back here, is that he went to go find Kase's hometown, to pay his respects at Kase's grave. But it isn't there. Kruger asked around, and none of the locals had ever even heard of the guy. He tracked down where Kase said his house was, and it was up for sale. The neighbors said the family who lived there just... Up and moved out a few months ago. The cherry on the top is what Kruger found out when he made it back to town, here. He briefly dated this girl who was training to be a mortician, or something. The local Police unofficially employed her to be their morgue person, probably because she works for almost nothing, meaning she sees most of the dead bodies around here. According to her, Kase's body never made it to the morgue. She assumed it got shipped back to his hometown for some reason, but this was months ago. They would have buried him by now. So where is the grave?

So is this important? I have no fucking idea. But it is weird. And it definitely kept Kruger from getting here quickly. But better late than never, I guess. We can focus on the plan now. Kruger knew most of the people that were watching MarbleHornets with us, so he can find them easier than Carlos or I. So that is what this week is looking like. We find anyone else still alive, we band together, and we come up with a battle plan to kill the tall bastard, and that spider freak. This might be it... We might actually have a chance here.

But while I'm rambling... Why hasn't Kruger seen Slender Man? Hell, why can't he see Slender Man? I pointed him out in the distance today, and Kruger didn't seem to see him... I really don't get it. Kruger watched MarbleHornets at the same time as Carlos, Kase, Me and the others. So why isn't he being hunted? Not that I'm... Complaining or anything, you know. One less thing for him to worry about. If we can kill Spinner, he will be in the clear. Right? At least someone will survive, even if we... No. No, we will survive. Anything that lives can die, and human beings are the best killers there are.

And we'll prove it, even if it kills me.  

Raiding my Fridge?

Carlos has been out trying to find any information we can on the others, again. I got to remain here to recover. I suppose the bad news is, that it wasn't very lonely. I had visitors today, beyond tall, dark and faceless. First it was that Thomas Corvin guy, again. He didn't even bother knocking, he just walked in like he owned the place... Which, I guess, he kind of does.

"Good Morning Jeremy, how are you feeling today?" He said with a smile. He should be able to tell damn well how I feel, so I really don't appreciate the smile, which I made known to him.

"I woke up hanging from a tree. How the hell do you think I feel?"

I think he pretended not to notice my anger. "Well, it could have been worse. Do you happen to know how it happened?" He started pacing around the room, looking at stuff. I think that qualifies as an invasion of privacy or something.

"There was a knock on my door in the middle of the night, I got up, opened it and someone... Dressed in black slammed my head into the door frame. Then I woke up in a tree. I told security this already." I hate having to repeat myself. Especially when it's a lie.

He opened our fucking fridge at this point and began poking around inside. "Yes, yes Campus security mentioned your story. I just wanted to hear it in your own words. Are you sure..." He looked at me with his smug little smile. "... That's all there is to it? If there is something you aren't telling me, it could very well endanger the lives of..." He giggled. "... Other students. I cannot allow that, you know? So please, try hard to remember, is there anything else you can tell me about..."

At this point, my second visitor came in the open door. That FBI Agent from before, Elliot, came in. I saw Corvin sniff something in the fridge, before getting up and smiling at Elliot. For his part, Elliot just looked at him funny.

"Ah, Special Agent, glad to see you here. I was just leaving, I'm sure you have a lot to talk about with poor Jeremy, but don't take too long." Corvin grinned at me. I really, really, don't like the way he smiles. Something is fucking wrong with this guy. "Poor Jeremy needs his rest, after that ordeal."

Elliot kept quiet for a bit, glancing at me, before saying "Riiiight... No need to worry. We won't be long, I promise."

Corvin left after that, thank God. Elliot kept staring at him the entire way out with a look that seemed like a mixture of disgust, irritation and concern. He even followed Corvin out the door and watched him leave the building, before coming back to me with his questions. Unsurprisingly, his first question was "What in the world was he doing here? What did he ask you?"

So I told him what Corvin asked. He responded by holding the bridge of his nose and sighing, before giving me a very obvious warning. "Between you and me, kid? That guy is up to no good, and I have a suspicion that you and your friend might be involved. Be very careful what you say to him, or around him."

Then he went to check the fridge, I guess to see why Corvin was poking around. He sniffed something in the fridge too, so I asked him the obvious. "What the hell are you doing in there?"

He paused and looked at me, giving a small smile. "You clean your fridge out often? It reeks in here... I suggest eating out more often, or in the cafeteria."

"... Sure. So, I guess you came here to ask why I was strung up in the woods?" I said.

He nodded. "Anything you can tell me would be appreciated, especially if it was out of the ordinary. Maybe something you think you saw. Anything at all."

Since he said that... I decided to bite the bullet and risk sounding crazy. "When I opened the door... I... Thought I saw a something standing there. It looked like a... big black Spider, human thing... With big empty eyes, before it grabbed me and slammed me into the doorframe." I decided not to mention Slender Man.

Elliot looked at me as if deep in thought. "That sounds pretty crazy, kid. Not been doing drugs in here have you? Especially nothing psychedelic or hallucinogenic? Don't worry, I won't tell. I am homicide, not narcotics."

Of course. Probably shouldn't have gone straight to the "giant bug man" thing up front like that. "No. I've been clean for over a year now. No drugs or alcohol..." No fucking alcohol.

He smiled in response. "Yeah, smart kid. Me? The only drug I have is Coffee. Mmmm... Matter of fact, I'm gonna go get my fix of it right now. You take care of yourself now, kid. If anything else happens, you come find me, you hear? I'll be around for a while yet, and I get the feeling this isn't over. Good Luck."

And he left. I was more or less by myself, barring a tall twisted silhouette in the distance, outside the window. I did decide to check the damn fridge and see why the hell everyone wanted to sniff it. The only thing I noticed is that it smelled very sweet in there, for some reason. I think I've smelled it before somewhere, but I can't place it. Whatever.

So that was my day. How is everyone else doing out there in this alleged community?   

Night Visitor

Today I woke up hanging from a tree.

I... Can't fucking remember what happened... Not... Completely... I have a giant ass bruise to show why, I think...

I remember it was... The middle of the night, and I woke up to the sound of knocking. So I got up and went to go answer the door. I must have been... Really tired or something, because I was staggering around, and it took me a few tries to open the door... When I did I saw this... Thing. Jet Black and covered in a hard shell, with many arms and this face that... Looked like nothing I had ever seen before, at least up close, or could adequately describe... It had these black holes for eyes, sucking in the light around it. I couldn't even react before it grabbed my head, with those fucking disgusting long fingers, and slammed my head into the door frame.

I know I hit the ground, and the last thing I saw before all the light faded was... That monstrous face getting closer. When I came to, I was about ten feet off the ground, hanging from these moldy ropes in the middle of the woods outside the College. It took an hour of me screaming for help, before someone found me.

Of course, He was there with me the entire time, silently mocking me. I couldn't distinguish him from the trees at first. Everything was spinning, my head was pounding, and I was tired. I'm still tired, and nauseous. I don't even know why... I've been throwing up all day, and its been filled with this black shit.

Fuck it, I'm going to bed. No energy to keep typing his shit. It's hopeless anyway, isn't it?

Spooky Fridge Raiding

To start with, lets address the comments. What the fuck. So, apparently Slender Man has "Proxies" that work for him. I have one question: Why the flying fuck would anyone ever want to work for something like that? That Morningstar asshole is apparently one of them, as is someone dead named Sam, or Nightscream, and someone named "Redlight." Most importantly however, is that our anonymous shithead commenter is also a Proxy, which means for certain that we now have actual psychopaths coming after us, in addition to Slender Man and... The Spinner, I guess. There is also a... Community or something. I don't know... Actually... How the fuck did all these people find my blog anyway? 

Goddammit it doesn't matter, does it?

Slender fuck has been getting aggressive. I didn't think he could move when you are looking at him, but clearly I'm an idiot for thinking something like that has actual rules... I was busy staring out the damn window for him, when Carlos came in and yelled. I turn around, who do I see? The Slender Man standing in the middle of the room. So I, naturally, opened the nearest window to jump out, but by the time I turned around he was gone again.

This shit isn't funny. I'm sure that faceless asshole would be laughing at us if he had a mouth.

Sleep is getting difficult too. Every fucking night it sounds like someone is moving around in here, but neither Carlos nor I have seen any hint as to who. Well, I mean physically. The comments last post make me think it is our mysterious anonymous douchebag commenter. I guess it's supposed to scare us, or intimidate us or something? Coming in our room and moving shit around? I think you fucking opened our fridge once or twice? Did you find what you needed, Jackass? Help yourself to some Pepsi or some shit? Christ...

I haven't heard anything about more dead students, so that's good. Just feels like we're spinning our wheels here. I know there were more people watching that video with us... I don't remember how many, but it was a good room full. We've got to find them. We've got to. There is strength in numbers, and between all of us, we'll figure out someway to kill this fucker.  

Federal Agent

FBI Agent visited us today for a little chat. They are taking the disappearances, probably coupled with... Kase's murder... Pretty seriously. This Agent, Elliot he said his name was, seemed pretty polite, open minded. When I was brought in to his makeshift office, his desk was covered in this fancy coffee making stuff. The entire room itself smelled like coffee. He was an average looking guy, bright green eyes, brown hair, trace of a Dixie accent, which makes me think he might be a local, or from nearby.

It's... Kind of fun to try and guess stuff about people like that. But I digress.

He asked if I knew any of the missing people, or Jacob Kase. I told him that I really only knew of the missing people by reputation or seeing them once or twice, and that I was the one who called security to take Kase back to his room. I... Admit, I kind of spilled my guts a bit, about the guilt of that. Not like I need to be all depressed and pissy to Carlos, given what situation we're in together. Kind of felt nice in a way. He just kind of smiled, offered me coffee, and asked the same questions I had been asked before. I didn't bother changing my answers. I don't even know if Slender Man killed Kase, or if it might have been The Spinner. So I just told him that Kase was acting weird, like he was on drugs or something. Didn't even bother trying to taste the coffee when I drank it, I was so eager to just leave. I really didn't like lying about this, plus... I don't think I am a very good liar, which might make him suspect I am hiding something, which wouldn't be very helpful.

I finished the cup of coffee, and the Agent took it and started doing weird shit with it, dumping the grounds onto the saucer and staring at it with a weird expression. He asked me about the missing people, and I told him that the last time I saw them was Halloween. That we were all watching MarbleHornets together. He then asked me if I had seen any of them since, or if I had heard anything. I told him no. He just kept staring at the coffee grounds like a weirdo. But I did tell him... MarbleHornets. If he looks into that... He might get infected, I guess? But maybe the government will listen to him? He is an FBI Agent, so that means his word might actually be taken into consideration. Maybe getting the Government involved might solve something?

Or maybe I just indirectly killed a man. Or maybe he won't give a shit about the fucking video we were watching four months ago. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I hate this so goddamn much. I don't have a real plan, Carlos doesn't have a real plan! We don't know what to do... And what happens when he stops fucking around with us? He could kill us at any time, and we couldn't do anything to stop it. We're just waiting to fucking die here. Is there anything we can do? Anything?

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.  

Creepy Fucks

Motherfucker in the Slender Man outfit showed back up.

I called security on his ass, but he must have run off again. Creepy, stupid, fuck. Is this really some kind of goddamn joke to him? A friend of mine just fucking died! Then this asshole thinks it might be fucking hilarious to go stand outside my fucking window for ten minutes staring at me. If I see him again I am going to make damn sure he is in no condition to fucking hobble away on those stilts this time...

In other news, the second creepiest person I've seen all day stopped by to have a chat with me. A School Board member no less, Thomas Corvin. I saw him once before at that bonfire for "The Spinner." Turns out he is exactly as weird as one might expect from someone allowing a cult ritual thing to take place on a college campus. Had this big fake smile on the entire time, and I get the feeling he isn't used to talking with people in such a polite manner.

He was all sympathy though. Said he was here to check on Kase's friends, see how we are handling it. I told him I was fine, handling it in my own way. He asked if I had any idea what might have happened to Kase. I told him what I told the police, that Kase came by looking unwashed and paranoid, and I called campus security to take him back to the Timberwolf house. Then his questions got weird. He asked if I, or anyone I knew, was having weird dreams, or seeing things lately. I mentioned the idiot in the Slender Man suit. I saw him twitch weirdly and cock his head to the side for a moment, and then he asked me if I noticed anyone around me acting similar to Kase. Paranoid. I told him no. Then he brushed past me and started looking at the doodles taped to the wall that Carlos and I had been working on. He let out what I think was a giggle, before catching himself, and he turned back to me with this big happy smile. Really, really happy. It was a little unnerving honestly. He gave me a card with a phone number on it, and asked me to call him if I need anything, and then he left really quickly.

Yeah... Don't think I really want to be around someone who acts like that, so probably won't be using this number any time soon. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I cannot wait to be out of here and back home. Home sucks, but at least it isn't weirdos and stalkers.