They're right in front of you, but sometimes it's too late to see them.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Sorry man, I've been working overtime at my job to make up for all the lost time and I... kinda forgot about everything for a little bit. Anyways, I remembered that I promised pictures. Unfortunately, all I got was the paper that fell out, but it scared me pretty damn badly. I've never seen any symbol like the one on here. It kinda looks like the Operator symbol, but hell, I dunno...







Hell. That's the paper that fell out. It's covered in blood and some strange liquid that looks like watered down motor oil. It stinks really bad, too. I can't quite read the righting, it's too scribbly. "He always" something... Jesus this is getting old.

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

i'm still here, i'm still here, i haven't forgotten you guys, just too caught up in my all my own shit. know i said i'd explain, i will.

chriss got worse. a lot worse. like, homicidally insane and shit. he got himself locked up, doped up, all sorts of shit. matt and i finally just got him back. we took him off the meds. he's getting better. i also got the journal. his journal, the one he was scribbling in furiously. i asked him about it, he has no idea about it, i haven't told him i found it. upload pictures later, in a hurry right now. matt's been in and out lately. he's been gone for two days now. he stays and goes, whatever, he'll be back soon.

pictures later.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

oh my god i cant even fucking begin to explain the hell ive been through the last month fuck ill try and get a post up tomorrow explaing all this shit goddamnit im so fucking tired why am i even still alive why cant he just fucking kill me already i want out of this shit

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

What the hell's been going on?

Jesus Christ, it's the 16th already? Ugh. Thankfully this wasn't one of those "HOLY SHIT WHERE THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN FOR THE PAST X AMOUNT OF DAYS" moments. I just got all caught up in what was going on, trying to get info out of a barely-there Chriss, dealing with Matt losing his shit about me knowing something he doesn't, yadda yadda yadda. Plus, Monday was Valentines Day. Fucking worst holiday of the year. And yes, through all this I kept my job at the cafe. So work's been keepin' me kinda busy.

Anyways, I finally got Chriss in a semi-coherent state today. He's pretty fucked up - physically and mentally. Looks like he got beat to shit by a monster truck and then dragged across a battle field. He suffered a pretty bad blow to the temple, obvious by the super enormous fucking bruise, but when we took him to the hospital and they did a scan, there was no serious brain injury. He might suffer slight amnesia and they got him doped up on a lot of meds so that does not help AT FUCKING ALL. So, our conversation today, it went something like this:

Me: Hey Chriss, do you remember what the hell happened to you?

Chriss: There was a man... standing outside. -incoherent rambling and shuffling of the sheets as he looks around nervously- Tall, suit, bald...

Me: You know who this dude was?

Chriss: -nods-

Me: ...Well?

Chriss: -shakes head and mutters something about not wanting to say it-

Me: The name can't hurt you. What letter does it start with?

Chriss: A... an S.

Me: -pauses- ... Slenderman?

At that point he screamed at me not to say the name but was too weak to actually jump me for it, so he settled on pathetically glaring at me and scooting away, mumbling.

Me: Look, man, I said it, nothing happened. Slenderman, Slenderman, Slender-

A knock on the door made us both jump and Chriss screamed bloody murder. Matt charged in asking what the fuck was going on. That's when he lost it and yelled at me about knowing something about Chriss and what happened to him. I decided I'd wait till later, until it was necessary, to fill him in. He calmed down after a while and left somewhere. (No idea where, but he's been gone since five. Not that worried, though, because he's the type of guy to dissapear for a few days and pop back up.)

Anyways, after Matt left, I went back to Chriss only to see him writing something in a notebook. As soon as he saw me, he slammed it shut and refused to give it to me. He had the crazed look in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat. Even doped up on meds, this is not how Chriss would be. He's always been the rational type, a quick thinker, all A's in school. Whatever got him musta fucked him up good. I'm kinda scared. I'll try and get my hands on that damn notebook, one way or another. Chriss'll pass out eventually. I gotta get to it now, since Matt ain't here we got no cook, so I gotta hobble my ass out into the kitchen and make Chriss and I some damn food.

I also realized I never posted the rest of Dahlia and I's story... I'll admit, I've been avoiding it. I'm scared of bringing up the past. And now that Dahlia's gone... Fuck, man.

Well, better get to it.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

In regards to the last post.

We found Chriss. We were running out of food, and Matt (who's been staying here while we look for Chriss) went to get some. Guess who was lying at our fucking doorstep? Yep, Chriss himself. Matt dragged him inside and we brought him back to consciousness. He couldn't remember a damn thing, though. Typical. That bastard was standing across the street, but Matt didn't see him. However, I think Chriss has been aware of Slenderman like me. I'm gonna talk to him about it later.
he's alive he's alive oh thank god he's alive

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Okay, I... I lied. After seeing the code that popped up in my last post and J asking what I meant, I figured I should tell you all what happened... Chriss went missing about a week ago. Matt and I have been spending the last week looking for him, although he's been doing more of the footwork, considering, y'know, broken fucking ankle. Anyways, I didn't want to bring this up because I wasn't sure it was connected to Him, but now... It could very well be.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Hey everyone, just telling you all I'm alive. Oddly enough, things have calmed down. I've been laying low for a while now, just trying to be a normal human being. So far, so good. Eh, I figure I'll update you all if anything interesting happens. Until then, later.






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Saturday, January 29, 2011

What the hell?

What the fuck? Something happened to my Youtube channel. I guess someone hacked it and deleted it... Fuck, whatever. I  think I can just add a vide onto this post. Let's see if this'll work.

video

Oh fucking finally. There. There you have it. God I hate listening to that.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Alright, well guess I didn't break my ankle completely, but I sprained it really badly and there's a minor hairline fracture. Got it all wrapped up and shit, should be good to go. Not too bad, I can hobble around with crutches. I should be able to walk normally again in a month or so, I guess we'll see. I'm going to try and lay low, now that I'm injured, and am certainly a hell of a lot less able to fight back should anything come the fuck after me.

Also, about my truck. My friend (same one who drove me to the hospital), drove me around and we found the forest. My truck was parked behind the old barn. However, someone scratched a giant symbol on the door. Not too happy about it. I'm sure you all know what symbol I mean, I've been in this business long enough to have figured it out. The fuckin' operator symbol was scratched into my paint! And that goddamn truck just got repainted a year ago! For Chrissake, no regard for anything what-so-ever... Anyways, my friends Chriss and Matt our over now and they're yelling at me to "get off your fucking computer, Matt's stomach is eating itself and I'm a few seconds away from eating him!". Guess this means we gotta go get food. My house is like a freakin' barren wasteland. Shit.

Eh, I'll update you guys maybe in a day or two. Hopefully, all can remain quiet.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

This is getting out of hand.

And it may even be taking a turn toward cliche, for Christ's sake! I blacked out again, but this time most likely from the pain, on my way to my truck. When I came too, I wearily got up and headed back outside only to see that my truck was not there. Which means either two things: a) it was stolen when I was gone or b) wherever the hell I went, I took it with me.

I think I'll ask a friend of mine for a drive to wherever I woke the hell up. Oh I hope to God it's there. I do not have the money to buy a new truck right damn now!

EDIT; And by the way, the one post right before I went M.I.A., part of that was just me slamming my head onto the keyboard after, I guess, being knocked out (by what, I have no fucking idea), but the part underneath makes no sense. I have a feeling it's a code, but I have never, ever seen it before. I've seen the ones like Binary, the Ceasar Shift Cipher, and the like, but that one is really out there. I wonder if it's a code with in a code?

Uh, another blogger wrote that he thought it was a Youtube link, but it doesn't work. I don't think it's a link if that's the case. I'll plug it into as many code decipherers as I can find and ask around about it tomorrow. Right now, I've gotta find a way to get my ass to the freaking hospital. Hope one of my friends will be willing to drive, don't think I can stay out the rest of the night like this, I'm starting to feel a shitload of pain.
I don't know where the fuck I've been for the past... day? Hell if I know. Anyways, I woke up right as I was about to fall out of this fucking oak tree. Think I broke my ankle. I don't even fucking remember how I got there. Half awake and in a whole shitload of pain I dragged my ass out some random forest and stumbled back home. I knew the way, somehow, don't know why, I've never even seen anything there before in my life. It was like some old decrepit farm. The house looked burned. I dunno. I'll look it up later.

In the meantime, I can't feel my left leg now. I think I should head over to the hospital, as much as I hate it.

Monday, January 24, 2011

I have no idea what the fuck just happened. I guess I blacked out yesterday from lack of sleep, and then I was woken up a few minutes ago by something slamming itself against the wall seperating my bedroom from my living room. Fuck, I really hope something just fell, but I'm too fucking out of it to go look.

Anyways, about the audio clip. It's too long to fit in one single video, so I gotta figure out a way to break it up.

Shit, something'syhu7ftgrvhj






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Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Audio Clip

I got my hands on the audio clip. I'm going to listen to it now, and I'll edit this and post up the video when I get it all together.

Oh god, Dahlia, I'm so sorry.

Shit.

This image was just sent to me:


That... was my friend who was just murdered, Dahlia McKinney. The code at the side reads something like "wasnt she pretty".

He's in the background there. Took me a while to find him, but he's right there... Fuck, I remember taking that picture. She wanted to see her friend's graves on the anniversary of Dave's death. I took the picture there. At the time, everything seemed to so quiet and peaceful... That bastard.

I emailed this one guy who I guess Dahlia contacted. He killed her, of course. Of course He did. Anyways, this guy said He sent him an audio clip. It must be her. She said she wanted to tell her story before she dissapeared. That's why I decided to make this blog, to do what I thought she never would've been able to do. When I get my hands on this audio file, I'll either find a way to put it in another post or upload it to youtube...

Hell, I can't even think right now. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Beginning

Got some free time on my hands... Figured I could get this pony show on the road.

About five years ago, when I was 18 and still in highschool, I was dating this girl Selena. She was pretty out there and enjoyed a lot of dark, creepy things. She laughed at horror movies and got off on blood and gore. At the time, I thought nothing of it really. I kinda liked having such a strong, bad ass girl by my side. And then, things went downhill. She started becoming jumpy. I couldn't even touch her without her flinching away. Finally, I questioned her about it. The only thing she said was, "He comes". And then, the next day, she went missing.

Her body never turned up, but a month later, bags of organs were found strung up in the trees. They were identified as Selena Arden's. I attended her funeral a week later, what was left of her having been cremated and then buried.

Her words always bothered me back then. "He comes." Who was he? Why was he after her? After a while, I began to hate myself. Maybe I could have saved her, you know? Maybe I could have helped her, stopped whatever was after her, and save her... But I didn't. I just dismissed it as a joke and just like that, she was gone.

And then, I soon realized whatever it was that had gotten her, was coming after me. I saw him, it, that tall humanoid creature... It stood at the edge of the forest and watched me, but never made any move. I attempted to ignore it, thinking maybe it was just a joke. But everyday I would look out there and it would be there. I finally started seeing it around my school and work. When I graduated highschool, it was there by the trees.

One day, I decided to confront it. Grabbing a bat, I charged out there, screaming at the fucker to leave me alone. It seemed vaguely startled, even though I saw no emotion on that faceless head, and it took a step back before disappearing, right as I swung the bat. That earned more screaming, cussing, and flailing. Finally, I gave up and stalked inside, wondering if I was crazy.

I moved to Des Moine about a month after that, hoping whatever it was wouldn't follow me. For a while, I didn't see it. And then it showed up again, even more frequently. There was a park that I walked by every day and he was always there, standing by the swing set. I ignored him and went about my days. He didn't seem to want to harm me, so I figured what the hell, just let the freak be.

Curiosity, however, got the best of me. I began to search around the internet for 'tall, faceless creature in suit'. I didn't find anything. Closing the page, I felt highly unsatisfied. That was when something started tapping on my window. I turned to it and sure enough, the faceless creature was standing at it. It was so tall that it had to bend over to show it's 'face'. I swear, even though it had no eyes, that thing was staring at me. Freaking terrifying. I screamed in a not so dignified manor, jumped up, and bolted from the room. Things only got worse from there. There was a constant tapping at my window during the night and I now saw that thing not just outside, but also in most any of the building's I went to, besides my house. I began to get strange notes, some written in what looked like codes, others in scratchy letters. On almost every note there was a circle with an x through it, or some other strange symbol.

All in all, I got about five notes that whole year. The next year, 2007, was even worse. I got about ten notes and that frequency of my sightings tripled.

And then, when it turned to 2008, everything just kinda stopped. That was, until I met Dahlia McKinney. She ran into the coffee shop I worked out, frantic and looking for somewhere to hide. I, being the personable person I am, was sent to help her. I managed to sit her down in the back room and poured her a cup of coffee, hoping to soothe her, before I asked what was wrong. "That man followed me down the street!" she sobbed. That struck a nerve with me.

"What man?" I asked. "Is he still there?" She nodded and looked pointedly towards the window. Sure enough, tall and slender was standing there. I gasped and jumped up, exclaiming, "You see him too!"

She looked vaguely startled, and then regarded me suspiciously. "Wait, you know of him? He follows you too?" I nodded and nervously approached the window, before closing the blinds. Obviously, we wasn't too happy about that, because he started banging on the window then. I turned back to Dahlia and sat back down.

"He killed my girlfriend," I told her. It felt odd to say that, but I was so certain of it.

"He killed my friends," she responded quietly, staring at the window. With every thump my heart beat increased and my head spun. Finally, it stopped and we relaxed.

"I'm Dahlia, by the way," she said. I noted how soft spoken and shy she was.

"My name's Ryan," I said. We sat in akward silence then, until she got up and thanked me. We exchanged contact info, and I didn't see her for another month.


Alright, I'm gonna cut this off there, gotta go. He's at my window. Don't think he likes me posting this.

Friday, January 21, 2011

First Post

They're right in front of you, but sometimes it's too late to see them.

Hello. My name is Ryan. I am making this blog to organize the last few days of my life. I know I don't have very much longer to live. He's coming for me. Anyways... I'll tell you my story, and you can feel free to think I'm crazy, but all this is very much real... The murder of my best friend proves this.

I don't know when I'll get around to starting the story, but it should be soon. Got some things to take care of first, though.

Don't mind me, I'm just a crazy man doing crazy things and hoping someone will believe me.