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.  

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.

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?

Stress

Uneventful few days this time. Feeling a hell of a lot better now, no sore bones and muscles. Even better, Thanksgiving break is getting really close. Of course that is also the bad news in a sense. I really don't want to deal with Mom and Dad right now.... Just felt on edge all week. Guess its something warning me about this Thanksgiving... Just the worst kind of gut feeling.

Something weird. I have been doodling a lot of pictures of The Operator, or The Slender Man I guess. Just these weird little doodles and Operator Symbols and just... Slender Man stick figures. Gonna call him Slender Man. "The Operator" just isn't as catchy. I guess watching MarbleHornets left more of an impression on me than I thought. I'm just doodling them at random, even during class. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it, until later. I must be getting really stressed... Got an appointment with Dr. Despinos coming up, so that might help.