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.