Another.

This one is different.

I met her in a little diner off of route 22. Don't remember the name. We were both sitting at the counter when she caught me referencing a meme. (The internet's been keeping me good company that He can't take away recently.) An hour later, the owner shooed us out so he could close up shop, and when I mentioned I didn't have a place to crash, she let me stay in her dorm room.

She goes to some tiny college up here in the mountains. I think it's called Juanita College or something... I don't know. I stayed over a few times, and being the hopeless romantic I am... Well... back to the main point.

I've been here for almost a week. That's not right. I was with Katie for a day and a half before He found her and... I still can't talk about it. But this girl, she's different. I have a hunch, but I think she's making an effort to keep it from me...

I'm going to keep prying until I can confirm that she's being followed too.

Sincerely,
Alexander

My Last Post.

Sorry, I know... I cut that off early. Before I head out again I figure I'll write another post to clarify. I just... When I recounted His appearance, I just couldn't go on. He is definitely toying with me. Of course he wouldn't kill me. He hasn't quite ruined the point of living for me yet. Maybe I sound brave saying that, but truth is I just don't like the thought of dying. I'm a coward.

After His unearthly desire to destroy the most beautiful things in this world had played out the somber scene, I didn't stay long. I checked to see if she was still alive, but to no avail. The top of the car was bashed in pretty bad, maybe two whole feet. Where a living, breathing, beautiful person sat smiling back at me only seconds ago, there now laid a haunting mess of red. The worst part was, her face was still entirely intact, and it stared back at me, eyes mocking me and jaw gaping. I couldn't help but hold her hand one last time before I heard the sirens and donned my hood, sprinting off for God knows where.

If this reaches her parents- and I don't believe I need to provide a name for that brutal and specific of a crime- then please believe me; I will never forgive myself, and you shouldn't either. I am doing my best to avenge your daughter, as well.

At one point in my life, I had it far too easy. I had a lot of what I wanted delivered to me. I got depressed, and wished in an odd sense to grow old and regretful. As if a life of regret was exactly what I deserved. I can't help but wonder if these emotions are what He uses to get His way in... Or if they make us more enjoyable prey. But I sure as Hell am regretting getting my wish now. I'd take it all back in a heartbeat.

For now, I am on a fast food joint's wifi, and I don't know where I'm heading next. I'm looking to test a theory, though... So I may have a specific destination in mind. No guarantees. I promise to start posting regularly again.

Sincerely,
Alexander

What am I doing.

I went to a concert with her, and then somehow this happened.

We sit together on the bench at 3am in the pitched black darkness, with only a few distant lights to guide the way to the safety of her black two-door chariot, and the last thing I want is to lie to her, but the last LAST thing I want to do is to tell her the absolute truth- what I have been hiding for her safety. No, our safety.

I mean, I could tell her I just broke up with another girl, and that if we went along, she would only crush someone she has never met. Then she would turn me down.

Or I could inform her of my metaphysical stalker, and... well... She could lock me out of the car and drive away from my madman ass.

So I don't tell her, simply keep quiet.

It is as if an omnipotent being is hovering over my shoulder, whispering in my ear 'You can't do this. You know it won't work. You know it's wrong. I will smite you for an imperfect result.' "I hate being shy" tumbles loosely out.

"Well, sometimes, you just have to act."

"But what if it hurts someone else?" I question, longing to take her advice.

"You have to do what's right for you"

"But what if it's not right... What if..." I stumble, going nowhere with my words.

"You just have to do the best you can. You can't see the future. Just do what you think is right." This causes me to fall silent, as I know I can't argue this logic. I know no amount of foresight can save me. I end up putting my head on her shoulder, the omnipotent being still pestering me.

"You're a really ambiguous person" she states with a smile, after I shrugged off (and poorly, I might add) her question, which, for God's sake, could have been ANYTHING but 'What's on your mind?'

The only appropriate response? A grin and a shrug. I changed the subject.

"Are you still afraid of THE MURDERERS?!" It's sort of an inside joke, I guess. Something we share a lot of. "This place looks pretty murder-ish." If only she knew. My head is saying 'NO NO NO NO NO NO GET OUT' but my heart can't help but play me as the hopeless romantic.

As if sharing brains, we look behind us, playfully wide-eyed, and she takes off into the grass. I can't tell if she's actually scared of possible murderers, or she's just pretending (something I'm fond of) but it doesn't matter. She is damn cute. "HEY WAIT! Where are you going?" I follow, simply happy to be in her presence.

We meet in the middle of the grass, and I remember her advice. Not two minutes later, we are playing staring games, and not long after that, lips meet.

If you've ever kissed someone on a date before, you know that everything else in your mind pretty much stops, and everything slips away. It almost feels like if you open your eyes during the kiss, you and her would be standing on some small island in space, floating into nothing.

So let me tell you, friend, what a shock it is to have that feeling shattered. It came to me like a cicada song, loud and obnoxious. It must have built up in the trance of that gesture of love, at first an impercipient hum, now a cacophony in my head. Alarm bells in my head ring as He approaches closer and closer. Though startling, I keep my composure and finish the kiss. I fake a shiver, and we get back in the car and take off with the heat on.

I can't rope her into this... but at the same time, I can't help it. What am I supposed to tell her? "Sorry, I have to skip town right now."? We drive around for a bathroom break, and when we get back in the car, it sputters as the key turned. She tries maybe 10 times with no luck, and I get anxious. He would show his face soon. So when the engine finally turned, we drove straight "home".

We turn onto "my street" (where I told her I lived. No one wants to date a hobo.) and she lets me out in front of "my house" (a place I had found unlocked, by TOTALLY inconspicuous trial and error.) and I give her a kiss good night, leaning in through the open door.

I open my eyes and shit goes to Hell so fast, words cannot express it. Before I even reach to close the door, His tentacles appear in a flurry behind her, two breaking their way in through the windows. The first snaps the driver side seat belt like a length of twine, and the second wraps around her, pulling her out through the window.

Now, I've heard that when he touches you, the pain is unimaginable. But he picks her up effortlessly, scraping her sides on the broken glass of the windshield as she goes through the broken mess, then slams her against the top of the car over and over before throwing her bloody body into the middle of the street and disappearing. That kind of pain, I don't think I could even comprehend.

It could have been me. Why not?

I wanted it to be me.

Sincerely,
Alexander

Not Prepared Enough.

I'm slipping carelessly. Making really dumb decisions.

I should have left by now.
I should be far away. But I'm not.
I also probably shouldn't be reading H.P. Lovecraft. God knows it's not making this any easier.

Anyway, I'm really fucked. I have an opportunity to escape though. My dad and I are going on a trip to Sweden (Sverige!) for my birthday/graduation. He paid for a round trip, but half of that money might as well go towards me not going to Hell.

In the meantime, I've been hopping from friend to friend, sleeping on couches. Since I take the COTA bus and I'm a pretty independent kid, my mom isn't asking any questions I can't at least somewhat rationalize away. It's better than endangering her though.

A bit off topic time: I was around the interblags tonight and found a bit of info that led me to a certain website for some religious group or something. The info's poster was looking to fight them in some way. The info itself contained an admin username and 'password'. I wouldn't have tried them if someone hadn't confirmed that the password was actually a SQL injection (forgive my geekspeak here.) But I was too curious to see if the code actually worked.

...too bad it did. [admin / ' OR 'x'=x'] got me right in. Before the page even finished loading I realized what I'd done, and closed it. I also cleared my data, although I'm not sure if that actually would help if the sysadmin recorded my IP. I didn't do anything, but they could still prosecute me I suppose.

And yes, I am home, not at a friend's, so it is my connection they'd be tracing.

Probably nothing to worry about, buuuuut... I don't need two enemies against me, now. It just makes me nervous.

Tired. Post more later.

Sincerely,
Alexander.

What The Hell Is Wrong With Me?

Yesterday, I decided to take a walk in the woods.

I could end my post now, as you probably know where it's going.

Anyway, I missed the bus down the main street and had to take a diffcerent bus, which lets off on the other side of the woods from my house.

Io know, I know. Dumb move.

But I just miss the woods so much. The house I was born in had a ravine behind it. At the bottom was a creemk. That creek runs all the way through town, and the woods that surround it were where I spent a good portion of my childhood. In that moment when I passed the trees, I just felt a longing for my childhood that I haven't felt for years. I missed the trees and the sound of the bierds chirping.

Especially blue jays. I miss blue jays.

I suppose I went crazy for just a second. But I couldn't tresist. I crossed all 5 lanes of traffic to where the path began near underpass of the bridge, heading north into the trees beside the creek- the same one I grew up on. The poath walked next to the water, and I considered going down to listen to the creek. I was only walking for about 30 seconds into the trees before things got bad.

First Iu noticed that feeling of being surrounded- Like standing in the middle of a crowd. Except I was all alone. I knew I had made a terrible mistake just then. I quickened my pace, knowing I could get out to the park just ahead if I hoofed it. Then... It's a bit blurry, but I remember things getting cloudy and losing my way. Then after what could have been 5 minutes or asn hour, I realized this- Kind of like waking up when you realize you're asleep.

I took one step towards the park (which wasn't that far away, surprisingly) before the trees all seemed to close in on me. And that's when He appeared.

The only option was back the direction I came. Which wasn't really an option either, considering how He travels. (Or at least how it seems He travels.) Nevertheless, I turned 180 degrees and stumbled away before regaining my footing, making a break for the bridge. I soon reached the underpass at my breakneck speed and made my way up to the sidewalk overlooking the creek. Out of the danger of the trees, I looked back in surprise.

He was just standing there, tall and calmly menacing, almost nonchalantly. Then, He showed his tentacles. After I broke my momentary gaze, I sprinted towards home, the moving image of those black arms of Death replaying in my mind over and over again.

Arriving at my front door huffing and puffing, I just hoped he wasn't waiting for me inside, or in the backyard or the garage or the shed or next door or anywhere any more because I just couldn't take it. I can't.

But I suppose it's better than the alternative- Whatever that is, exactly.

Stay safe.

Sincerely,
Alexander.

Preparation.

Do you know that feeling right before you wake up, when it seems like the whole world is going to end? I had a thought. Maybe in each of our dreams there is a world we exist in, if only for 4 to 5 minutes in terms of this world's time. But perhaps we're just the dream of someone else in a world encapsulating ours. And maybe they're part of another world's dream too. When you think about it like that, time really is forever. There doesn't necessarily have to be a top level; If you go down far enough (If you live an entire world in 4-5 minutes you'd miss the dreams, right?) maybe you'd come out the top again. Maybe even come back to your own world. Except we're stuck here.

Anyway, I can get a bit philosophical sometimes. See, some people have religion (See Hosptaller's The Hospital), some have alcohol (See about 60%-70% of the Slender Man blogs out there) and I have logic. Logic and music. Both calm me down and give me an escape. When I just don't want to think about Him (His visits have increased to the point where that featureless face sticks in my mind like glue when I close my eyes.) I ask my good friends Matt & Kim for help, or maybe that old magnificent bastard Tchaikovsky if I'm in the mood. When my thoughts start to drift, I let them. My brain goes some interesting places, which I can deliberate on, if my invisible audience is interested.

Between the music and the thinking, I've been reading up on my brothers in transit. The runners have a lot to say. And I mean A DAMN LOT. Seriously. There's so much out there about the damn villain you'd think someone would have found out something useful about him. But not so. Maybe if someone will figure out something, they're still reading through the metric fuckton of stories available. There are compilations, like COMPILETRUTH on YouTube, but they only serve to prove to the newcomer that we're not crazy.

Well, maybe.

Are we crazy?

I feel like if I keep looking, I'll find something helpful. Something to beat Him, maybe. I want to fight. The best way I can.

Knowledge is power, children.

I'll be on the run soon. Graduation is May 31st.

Sincerely,
Alexander.

No Choice.

I've done a lot of thinking these past few days. There's only one thing to do now. Run. It's what you should do too, if you read the last post. If you're already doomed, there's only one option: Escape. He can always find you. And where he can find you, the proxies can find you too. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

I don't know how smart he is, Mr. no-face. Most call him "The Slender Man". A fitting name, I suppose. No one really knows who he is. Probably because mostly everyone who sees him with their own eyes disappears sooner or later. Those who live the longest are the runners. They are always moving. It doesn't matter where you go. He can still find you. It's just a matter of how many times you can escape his grasp.

From what others are saying, he isn't very smart though. There are a list of rules a runner named M has put out. I think his blog is called the tutorial. It's definitely worth checking out. I know I'll be using it. Since school is almost over, I'll risk staying the extra few weeks... It's not safe, but I'll be able to escape easier once classes are over, since I will be in contact with fewer people. That's the worst part I think - Having to leave everything behind. I wish there were another way. There isn't.

Updating will be difficult from the road. I will bring my laptop with me, but finding internet access and an open power outlet will probably be difficult. Wish me luck...

Sincerely,
Alexander

Bad to Worse.

I've made a huge mistake. I'm sorry.

As you can see from the post dates, it's been a few weeks since I last updated. I figured I'd try and test it. I carried on with life. I tried to wind down. I tried to get away from it all. But no. It's still here, and all I did was piss it off. It started earlier today. It was standing there today when I got off the bus. In plain daylight. I did my best to ignore it. I walked home. It was outside the back window. Later I took out the trash, and when I came back, it was staring at me from inside the house. Taunting me. A half hour ago it was outside my bedroom window, staring at me with its faceless... face. I don't need to see eyes or a mouth. It's pissed.

It's staring over my shoulder as I write. I'm not looking back. I'm too terrified. I can feel it there, watching my every move. It has me right where it wants me.

I'm so sorry.

But it wants something from me. And I'm enough of a coward to give it what it wants. In fact, there's only one thing it wants and I've already given it that.

Attention. It wants your attention, and I've given it away. You have to understand. If I didn't, it would kill me right now. Or worse. I'm so sorry. Because now it's got you right where it wants you too. Please forgive me.

Sincerely,
Alexander.

Not over. No, not yet.

Today is 7 months with my wonderful girlfriend.

Wellp. That's it for the good news. Bad news:

This isn't over. I didn't get much sleep last night because of a thunderstorm. So I fell asleep in the middle of the day, and when I woke up, my camera was sitting right there on the table. It still appears to work fine, but there are 3 new pictures on the camera's internal memory. (The SD card wasn't in it when it was gone.) They are each pretty hard to make out:

"C(X)ME
CL(X)SER"

Yeah. This isn't over. I know where that is, and I'll be checking in there soon. Shit's about to go down.

Sincerely,
Alexander

Pretty quiet.

I got back from a college visit yesterday. I've decided where I'm going now, so I'm pretty excited. I can end my college search and relax. So things have been pretty quiet. Glad to be home again, etc. No freaky stuff has happened, so maybe this is all over. Or maybe I'm jinxing it. One thing is bugging me though. I went to check out a few places around town today, but my camera was missing. Luckily, there wasn't anything to take pictures of. All is well in small town, America. Or at least this one.

And, the weather is great! Looks like Spring is here- you have no idea how happy that makes me.

Sincerely,
Alexander

Everything is definitely not fine.

I didn't write that last post. I don't know who did, but it sure as hell wasn't me. If you're reading this, you better show your ugly face. I'm getting tired of this crap.
It's not comforting knowing someone has the password to my account. You guys won't have any idea whether it's really me posting or not... Need to think of a solution...

In the meantime, notice that the other poster didn't sign my name. Other than the fact that it was obviously not how I would post, that's a big clue. Try and look out for similar abnormalities.

Real update time. I'm out of state for a college visit. By the time I get back, my friend with the camera will have a video camera I can borrow. I'm planning on recruiting him to help me film when he can.

So tired. Gotta get some sleep now.
Post again soon...

Sincerely,
Alexander

Quiet.

Everything is fine.

Worst.

I'm in bed on my laptop. I can't fall asleep- not under these conditions. I don't know what to do. I'm keeping one eye on this post, and one out the window. See- there's a man in a business suit outside my window, staring at me. Occasionally he taps on the glass, as if to mock me.

I would call the cops. I really would, if I thought they could do anything. See, there are two things that tell me the cops can't do anything:

1: I'm on the second floor. I can't tell if he's using a ladder, but... on to point 2.
2: He has no face. Yeah. Let me restate that. HE HAS NO FACE. None at all. It's just a blank head. Not even hair. Just a skull with skin on it. I would get up to get a closer look, but... I'm not that brave.

He's been standing(hovering?!) there for at least 20 minutes. He... He's gone. What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. He just disappeared.

Well... I don't think it's gone. Just not at my window.

I am not sleeping tonight. Not with that thing watching me... Or... However it senses me without eyes. Jesus. Class is gonna be rough tomorrow... If this thing is deadly, tell my girlfriend and my mom I love them...

Sincerely and scared shitless,
Alexander

It's Sunday?

I thought it was Saturday...

Seriously, I cannot remember yesterday at all. Or all of my electronics say the wrong date. And before you ask, NO, I am not on any drugs, I have not consumed alcohol, and I have no irregular sickness that could cause it. Yesterday is just... missing. It's like I fell asleep Friday night and I woke up today. At least I missed the day we lost an hour. That I'm not very sorry about.

But seriously, I am weirded out. Need to relax now. Adios.

Sincerely,
Alexander

Pictures.

I only got a few and I don't even think you can make out the words, but here they are.
Got them yesterday. Today it rained. So I guess if this guy's determined, he'll have to be out a lot, because it's raining like crazy.

The first one says "I SEE YOU. Where you are. What you do. I see it."
The second one says "Watc" and part of an H, which I assume was supposed to be "watching", but he didn't have time to finish, obviously. Pretty creepy, once again, if you ask me.

I think I'll call the perp Sleepy, on account of his eyes. I wonder who he's leaving these messages for. Maybe I should be looking for two people. Or many.

Sleepy, I'm gonna find you.

Sincerely,
Alexander

What the hell.

Ground's finally dry and the weather isn't too horrid, so another routine check today. Bit chilly, and even though I despise cold weather, I really wanted to go check. Been stuck in the house mostly anyways. It gives me a chance to slow down and think.

So I walked down to the schoolyard where Batch #1 was found. As I walked around the tacked-on modular building on the side of the school, I saw someone hunched over, drawing new words with chalk on the ground. He was probably about 50 feet away, so I couldn't make out what he was drawing at first. When I was about 30 feet from him, he heard my footsteps and turned around. As he stood up, I called out "Whatcha drawin' there?"

At this point, I can see his face, and he looks kinda familiar, like maybe I'd seen him in the school halls or something. But it's a stretch since I'm never at the high school any more (for various reasons) and there are way too many kids to recognize any out on the street anyways. He's about my age, maybe a little older, and there are dark circles under his eyes. Medium length-ish brown hair and wearing a hoodie and jeans.

But when he gets to his feet the fucker scowls, grunts and runs at me screaming! He tackles me, wrestling me to the ground, then makes a run for it. I try to call back to him "Hey, wait! I just wanted to talk!", but the dude was so fast he'd already booked it out of there.

Seriously. What the fuck? Who does that? The good part is that now I have a man to look for instead of just walking around. But it's still a stretch. I'm going to need to increase my efforts. Man... I dun wanna. Why can't he just knock on my door, explaining his bizarre drawings and messages? Agh. Oh well.

Anyway, my crappy camera is crappy, and my friend is pretty busy as finals are approaching. So I'll try and get shots soon, but no guarantee. Now, where to start searching and how...?

Sincerely,
Alexander

Hate waiting.

It's Sunday. It rained all Friday and most of yesterday, and it even hailed last night.
STUPID WEATHER. Whoever is leaving these words and drawings around can't leave them on wet ground. I just hate waiting... They could be gone already. I could have missed my chance. This could be over. Which would suck, because I hate leaving things hanging. I also hate that it's still cold and wet and there's actually STILL snow on the ground.

So that's why I haven't updated much. Wet ground. What a dumb defeat.

But I'm still checking, although I could be checking more places. (More on that later.)
So I'll let you guys know when something actually happens.

Sincerely,
Alexander.

Just Thoughts.

Some quick thoughts before bed.

I've found the words in two places now. The schoolyard and the park. I'm thinking that I should check all the other schoolyards and parks too. It's just going to be a pain walking everywhere on my own time because I don't have a car. But I'll do it. I don't want to miss anything, even though I probably already have.

So I've decided to go out every day. To a park or schoolyard, to see what I'll find. I'm also thinking there's a connection between the two places. Like maybe it's a place where families belong. Or maybe kids. Or just the playgrounds at both places. I'm not really sure. Maybe there's no connection. But any way to gather more evidence is good. If anyone can figure out the connection, let me know.

I'm still really hoping that it's not just some little brat messing with me around the same point when I think I'm going crazy. That would suck. Also worth noting: I'm having some hella freaky nightmares. 3 times in two days. It's really not like me. I hope things pick up, and some part of me really hopes I don't find any more writing. Here's to a happy ending.

Sincerely,
Alexander.

What this is all about.

Okay, NOW I have time to breathe. So let's spell out what's happening. From the start.

I live in a suburban town. It's kinda spread out, with lots of schools and shops and woods scattered here and there, and a nice creek that runs through it that I like to hang out at. I like to walk through the playgrounds of the elementary and middle school to cut through to the older part of town on my way to where I hang out by the creek.

Maybe a few weeks ago though, as I was walking to the creek with my hood down to shield my face from the cold, chalk writing on the playground asphalt caught my eyes. There was quite a lot of it, written inside one of those 4 square boxes. It said things like "HE IS WAITING WATCHING" and "CAN'T EVER LEAVE". It was getting dark, so when my friend arrived with his camera to take pictures, he had to use his flashlight. You can see all of the pictures mentioned in this post here.

I told him to keep his camera handy in case other things popped up. Over the next couple days, I showed a few friends the writing, and every time they just wanted to book it right out of there. I don't know if it just creeped them out, or if they get the same feeling from this I do. It feels... wrong.

Then it rained, and washed the hard evidence away. Maybe 2 or 3 days after, it warmed up, and on that Saturday afternoon, my friend with the camera was free, so we did what poor kids do. We went to the park. It was good to just get out of the house. Until we got about half a mile into the trail. "HE'S HERE" was written in chalk on a big tree just beside the path. We went back to the car to grab the camera, and kept it with us while we walked the trails. We found arrows pointing to the tree, and a strange recurring symbol that looked like a circle with an X through it. Kinda like (X). I've decided to look for who's writing this stuff under the alias Alexander. Always liked that name.

Anyway, I'm pretty creeped out now. Walking around town makes me tense and I'm getting a little paranoid. When I come home to an empty house I just can't stay composed. I feel like someone's watching me. As well, I freak out at the smallest things. I got a text from a strange number. I looked it up and it was a Texas area code. That's at least 1,000 miles from here, and I've never been to Texas. It just read "GUESS WHOOOOOOO." I texted back. I guessed multiple times. No response. That was the 27th. 4 days ago.

Please tell me I'm not going crazy...

Sincerely,
Alexander

Here We Go.

Sitting in the internship office. Made this with the few spare minutes I had.

So, here's how it goes: I like to get out, walk around town. I like being outside, taking walks. They calm me down and help me think. But recently, I've started encountering weird things. Drawings and words, that is. Weird stuff, too. I'll upload links to them in a later post. The first set I found on the playground of the abandoned elementary school. I usually walk through it as a shortcut to the street behind it.

The second set I found with a friend, who I recruited to take the pictures for me. After he took the pictures of the first set, I asked him to carry a camera around when we hung out. We were bored one Saturday so we walked the local park trails. That place is more like a forest. We found chalk drawings and messages on trees, benches, wooden walkways, and in shelters. But these were a bit different...

The first set was pretty creepy. Said things like "Watching me" over and over again. Things like "Couldn't get away". The creepiest was probably 4 feet by 20 feet. It just read "BEING FOLLOWED".

The ones in the park were different. I found the same symbol in the shelter as on the bench. It was just a circle with an X through it. Anyway, I can't get to the pictures right now so I don't remember so well, and I have to go now. Will update again soon.

Sincerely,
Alexander.