Elliot came by again...

Those kids from the other day? They went missing. All the same ones from the magic show. He doesn't think we had anything to do with it, but thinks it was someone in the audience.

But we did have something to do with it, didn't we? Everything to do with it. We exposed them to him. And he fucking took them... Back to That Place.  

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.  

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.

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.  

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.  

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.   

FUCK OFF

I just changed my password to this account, using some random password generator I found online. Goddamn fucking hacker. Idiot thinking he can scare me by trying to tell me that the fucking idiot in a costume I saw was the real fucking Slender Man. Laughable. Just give up and leave me the fuck alone. What the hell did I even do to you to earn this? It's only a matter... Of time before the police find you, if you keep this up, so just go away.

I know you are reading this, so just... Go the fuck away. Really, I mean it. What the hell are you trying to do, or prove here, huh? What possible gain could you have from stalking a college student? I don't have any big piles of money laying around, I don't have anything you could possibly want, so why, why, WHY the fuck are you still watching me through my goddamn window?  

Stalker

He was outside my window this morning. That fucker dressed like the Slender Man. How the fuck did he find where I live? Why the fuck was he here?

I'm still tired and weak, even if the medicine is helping the migraines. I was laying in bed, drifting between dreams and reality, when I noticed that vaguely human shaped silhouette among the trees in the dim morning light. The proportions were wrong, and there was no face, no eyes, no hair. He was just standing there, all limp and boneless, staring in at me. All I could do was yell for Mom and Dad... But when they got to my room, he was gone without a trace.

I told them the truth, of course. Some wacko in a Halloween costume was standing at my window. I'm really wondering now... Did he have something to do with Kase's death? It would explain the weird questions he asked last time... I saw him alive. But why the hell is he dressed up like Slender Man? Only a few people were even conscious while we were watching MarbleHornets, and most of them were complete strangers. So... If it's one of them, why the fuck would they be stalking me? To kill me? Assuming they did kill Kase? Assuming Kase was even the target, and not the Security Officer... Ah... Fuck.

We called the police, but what was I going to tell them? A 9 ft faceless man in a suit was at my window? All I could tell them was "Bald, wearing a business suit and tall." But it is a costume. It has got to be a costume. So that information isn't entirely useful... So. Fuck. I don't know what to do.

Drawing. Drawing makes me feel better.  

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.  

Slendy Man

Home sweet home? Or is there trouble in this paradise of lower learning. Not only am I now dealing with a blog creeper, but a physical creeper as well. It was during lecture of a Class, I am not saying which because fuck you creepers, and I was sort of half paying attention. It was stuff I already knew. I just happened to glance out the window, and what do I see? Off in the distance, there is someone just standing there, and I knew there something wrong with him the moment I saw him. But my brain did not register it until a few seconds had passed. He was wearing a business suit, and was tall and thin. Just based on what was around him, I would say 7 ft at the very least, but probably taller. But that wasn't what was really wrong with him. My brain clicked, and I noticed he had no face. For a minute... He got me. He really did. I felt this overwhelming sensation of panic, before I realized what it was. Some idiot was dressed up as the Operator or Slender Man, and staring into this classroom.

I am willing to bet I just found my blog creeper. He fucked off sometime within a few minutes, while I wasn't looking. Campus security probably ran him off, but the guy I asked denied knowing or hearing anything about an idiot who forgot Halloween was over a month ago. Whatever, I will deal with this shit as it comes. If you are the guy who keeps creeping on to watch this blog, kindly fuck off. This isn't funny in the slightest, and make no mistake. If this keeps up, I will find you. Haven't quite decided what I am gonna do, but I am pretty sure there are laws against this shit.

So, aside from that little distraction, everything is going fine, or no better than the last update. I can start dreading Christmas now, which is good. Always easier to divide life into segments, from one pain in the ass to the next. Haven't seen Kase or Kruger, but Carlos doesn't seem like he has had the Thanksgiving he was hoping for. He's looked on edge since he came back, so I assume something went wrong. He didn't want to talk about it, which I can respect, so I guess I can only wonder.

Heh. Maybe he saw Slender Man?

Fucking Failure

Dear Diary. I fucked it up! I fucking fucked it up!!!!

An 88! A fucking 88! I took the test, and I absolutely failed it. A fucking 88... This was an easy test. Simplest thing in the world. Wrote Memorization. Nothing more. And I missed so goddamn many it cost me a letter grade.

This was bound to happen... I haven't been sleeping well lately, for no real reason. Just a lot of tossing and turning and my body flat out refuses to sleep more than 3 hours a night... And I'm doodling during class instead of taking notes. Fucking Slender Man. Fucking MarbleHornets. I shouldn't have watched it. Its fucked me up. I wasn't scared, I'm not scared now... But it affected me somehow. And between it and Thanksgiving... Fuck Fuck Fuck. The Judge is going to be disappointed. I fucking let him down... I let everyone down and I can't be failing like this again. I am not going to fail again. Fucking up is not an option, period. I have to be perfect.  

Halloween

Halloween. That means Halloween parties. That means Social time. That means I have to keep to my promise to Judge. Evidently most of the people at this college don't realize that Halloween costumes are supposed to be scary. They seem to prefer slutty, racist, or stupid. I went as a half-assed Jason Voorhees, while Carlos went as a stereotypical magician. Loads of fun, the food was shit and the anonymity of the mask was comforting. Still, guess who else was there? Kruger and Kase. Could this be friendship, Future-Me? Probably not. The Timberwolves have started referring to Carlos and me as "Timberpups" or "Wilykit and Wilykat" because Wolves = ThunderCats, for some reason.

Kruger and Kase were dressed as "Dollface Mask Guy" and"Guy in Yellow Hoodie with a Black thing on his face" respectively. According to them, they were dressed as "Masky" and "Hoody" from a web-series called MarbleHornets. Some kind of Blair Witch style horror series, about a Really Tall Guy in a suit who stares at you. It didn't sound too scary, really. So Kase pulled up a video and soon the four of us, plus a few others I didn't know, were watching the series. It was pretty good, honestly. We didn't watch it all, though, just about 25 Videos or so. Kase mentioned it was fairly inaccurate, and Kruger clarified that there was entire little corner of the internet dedicated to stories about the thing "The Operator" was based off of, called The Slender Man. Some kind of child eating monster with no face. The Operator looks like it and acts like it, but doesn't really... Well... Operate like it. Might be something to dig into next Halloween.

Next big Holiday is Thanksgiving, I guess, which I am not looking forward to.