On the Move!

     Sorry folks, I know that I promised that I would post yesterday, but a couple of rather misfortunate events happened before I could.

     First off, not five minutes after I made my last post, the motel I was in was fucking swarmed with proxies. Or at least, I think it was. I just heard gunshots and a shit load of screaming throughout the building, so I just hightailed it out of there as soon as I could. I don't really know what happened, and I don't want to. I'm just glad I got a room with a window facing away from the street. I climbed out and took off down a (surprisingly long) dirt path.

     Well, as you can imagine, after that I was in no mood to actually see where my feet were taking me. I was just running as fast as I could, with a half-open backpack hanging from my shoulder. I didn't even realize where I had ended up until I got to the edge of a huge forest. I stopped and looked around for any alternative pathways out of my predicament, but I didn't have much time when I started to hear sounds of foot steps and shouting coming towards me. I decided it was time to have a little dance with fate, and booked it through the trees.

     Eventually, the sounds of running and shouting died down and I was pretty sure that I had given my pursuers the slip. Though, now there was another problem, and that of course was the fact that I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING FOREST. Not only that, but whilst in my state of panic, I decided that it was a good idea to get off the path and go bush-whacking instead. Luckily, I had stolen a pretty little blade from a friend of mine just for this type of situation. Unfortunately, I have about as much a sense of direction as one of those wind-up toy cars, so I was completely fucking lost. And a compass was, sadly, not on my list of things to bring when being hunted by psychopaths. Another problem was the fact that the sun was starting to go down, and it was about to get dark, really fast. And the denseness of the trees made the situation all the more worse.

     I could feel the panic starting to set in, and blundering my way through a dark forest was starting to sound more and more appealing as the minutes ticked by. I had to stop. I had to think. Think... think of it as a puzzle... Which problem to sort out first? I had no way of knowing which direction I was going, seemed like a good place to start.

     Figuring out puzzles has always been so calming to me. I'm really not sure why, but whenever I'm in a tough spot, I just think of it as a puzzle, organize all of the individual pieces, and put them into context by sorting them out in order.

     First puzzle problem; how do I figure out where I'm going? I wracked my brain for anything I knew about surviving in the wilderness.

     Well, start with the most basic. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west... The sun is currently setting... so most of the light is coming from behind me... And I clearly remember the sun was to my right when I got to the forest... So I came in from the north... I made a left turn when I got off the path...

     I jumped up from where I was sitting, turned around, and followed the sun back to the path. On my way, I noticed what an ample amount of destruction I had reigned as I had charged my way through there. Branches had been torn down, dirt kicked up, there was a really nice little pit in the ground where I had fallen during my mad scramble. Not to mention how freaking loud I must've been. Geez, I'm really lucky I got some distance from my pursuers before I tried that stunt. A whole small tree had been taken down whatisthisIdon'teven...

     Yes, well, I found the path again and I breathed a big sigh of relief. But I wasn't out in the clear yet, I mean, I couldn't go back the way I came. That was way too risky. I had to continue following the path southward until I found another exit. Luckily, despite my terrible sense of direction, I've spent a lot of time in forests in the duration of my short life, so I guess I had a bit of an advantage there.

     The path ended up twisting and turning a lot, so I got out on the east side as opposed to the south. Which is fine, plus the exit only took about twenty minutes to find, so I had managed to get out a little after dark.

     So, all in all, that probably could've gone a LOT worse. I feel VERY lucky to still have my skin and the rest of my organs in tact. Those were probably the most horrifying twenty minutes of my life. I mean, not knowing whether or not you're gonna survive... Knowing you could die at any minute... It's truly horrifying... And also very exciting at the same time. 

     Oh yes, and I didn't post yesterday because I was way too jumpy after that whole experience to stay at one place long enough to actually get something written. Don't worry though, things have calmed down quite a bit now, so I have time to figure out a strategy for myself that isn't just blindly running in all directions like a headless chicken.



     Until I come up with anything brilliant, I guess I'm done writing for today. Chow.

Now All the Really Bad Shit Happens

     I'm making this post from my laptop. I've left home. I know that i said I wouldn't, but I did.

     I've realized now that this is a problem that could end up with a lot more consequences besides just getting myself killed. I'm a threat to everyone that I care about. Everyone that I love. Just staying here and waiting for them to get infected, or risking them seeing him is the most selfish thing I could do. So I'm leaving.

     I realized this a couple days ago, when I was at my friends house. Now, since being stalked by Slendy doesn't exactly make you feel like you could take on the world, my friends have been rather concerned about the state of my mental health since this all began. They've constantly been questioning me on my sleeping habits, and have even gone as far as to asking me if someone's been abusing me or something. Luckily for me, it's a very easy topic to evade, as I don't normally go to my friends for advice on this kind of stuff anyways. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my friends to death, and I would trust them with my life! It's just that, when it comes to personal stuff like this, I tend to rely more heavily on myself than on others to solve the problem. 

     Anyways, while I was at my friends house I noticed that something seemed really wrong about her expression. I don't know, something just seemed... off. So I asked her about it, and all I got was "Oh, I'm just a little distracted today." So, I continued to pester her until she finally spoke, and what she said made me open my eyes (I mean, REALLY open my eyes) to how much of a danger I really was to her, and everyone else. 

     "Seriously, [Name removed], tell me what's wrong."

      She sighed and looked at the ground for a moment.

     "There's a man following you." 

      I could feel my mind and body completely freeze up. "What?" I asked.

      She repeated herself. 

     "There's a man following you." She pointed at the window, and there HE was. 

      He was just... there! 

     Just... standing there... watching. 

     Always watching.

     "How long have you been seeing him?" I asked, panicking. I had to know, for obvious reasons.

     "Oh. Just now. But he's been around you longer, hasn't he?" her voice was starting to change. "You've had the symptoms for about about a month now." She now completely stopped sounding like herself.

     "He's been following you. Watching. Waiting. He wants you to join him. But you refuse. Why? He just wants to be friends, Julia. He wants to help you. He can save you. He can save you from your past. Don't you want that? He can help you forget. You won't ever have to think about it again. You won't ever have to worry about her again. Don't you want that? He can get rid of her. Don't you want that? 

Don't you want that?"

     I was frozen. I didn't know what to say. I've never told anyone about that. About her. How did she? How did he...?

     I had to get him out of her head! 

     So, I did the only thing I could think of at the time. 

     I put my hands on her shoulders, and smiled.

     She smiled back.

     Then, I leaned back, and with all of my strength, crashed my forehead right into hers. She fell back, her head was bleeding. And I could feel a couple droplets forming on my forehead as well.

     But, surprisingly, it worked.

     "Ow! What the fu-? Julia? What happened?" 

     I decided that it was best for her if I left, so I told her I had to leave, and to go and get some sleep, because she obviously wasn't feeling too well. On my way out I could here her rush to the bathroom to presumably puke up that slender gunk.

     Yes, it's definitely time for me to go.

     Another thing that I've realized is that Slender Man is no longer the only threat I have to worry about. I went for a walk yesterday to clear my head, and I noticed I was being followed. I never really expected to be a target for proxies, but I guess now, I am. And at the state I'm in right now, I think they're a bigger problem to me than even Mr. Slim. I mean, last night, I had a couple of them actually break into my house just to watch me as I tried to get to sleep. One thing that I don't get, though, is why they haven't made any moves yet. I mean, I'm completely vulnerable. I'm not a very fast runner, I can't fight to save my life, and I doubt I could actually out smart them, even if they are mindless drones.

     I'm willing to bet it's because I'm not 'ready' yet. Seriously, ever notice that all the Runners have had to reach a certain point of desperation or insanity before they were actually attacked? I would assume so. It's not like it's a big secret at this point...

     *Ahem* Right, back on topic. 

     So, I've holed myself in a quaint little motel for the night (with what little money I have) so I could take some time to plan out a strategy, or figure out what the best course of action is to take. I'll probably post again either later tonight or tomorrow or whenever I have something figured out.

     

     Fuck, my head hurts.

Can't Sleep

     Not like that's new.

     I said I'd live it up until shit started hitting the fan, and I'd probably be dead by then, so I really wasn't too convinced I was ever going to be really posting again. But hell, my thoughts are more jumbled than a desecrated rubix cube, so I figured I might as well write down a couple of things.


     I haven't had much sleep as of late, so I'm sorry if this isn't exactly coherent.


     I can't convince myself that this creature was just always there. I can't lead myself to believe that all mythological monsters are just... real. I mean, I know that Slendy obviously is, but... there's no such thing as the monster under the bed, right? I mean, come on people! We learned this when we were 5 year-olds! And I've been reading a whole bunch of crazy shit going on with the other bloggers too, what with all the rising from the grave, inter-demential travel, dream-riding, yadda yadda yadda yadda.

     I'm sorry guys but, get it together! Monsters don't just appear out of no where! Someone had to have planned it, right? And I'm pretty certain that all this talk about magic and fairy tales is what's driving these people to believe that they're in some sort of Loop, or they have acquired some sort of magical powers, or have been deluded into thinking they can actually stop this thing. This whole structure on how this issue is perceived is driving everyone into madness! Because if Slendy can do it, why not us, right?

     So, good people. I believe that it is high time to get our heads out from under the ground and look at this from a more realistic standpoint.


     I'm pretty sure that Slenderman and all the other Fears roaming around and terrorizing the planet are a bunch of experiments conducted by the U.S government that have gone completely wrong.


     I don't have much going on this theory quite yet, besides the sheer obvious and glaring fact that the U.S government is doing nothing to stop this, while other countries seem to remain completely clueless.

     I mean, think about it! Why are they doing nothing to stop this thing? I'm pretty sure that their reasoning lies far beyond just wanting to observe it and all that bullcrap! And if they were doing that, why not let the rest of the world's governments in on it too? Why does Parliament, here in Canada, have no clue as to what's going on? Why are the U.S officials so content to just sit back and watch while so many people are being brutally slaughtered, and only ever lifting a finger to keep everyone quiet about it?

     Well, it's obvious isn't it? They're testing their secret weapon of war on us! Remember the first Slenderblog? Just Another Fool. The dude's friend was in the military! They were testing the goddamn thing on their own goddamn troops, then it got outta hand when people started blogging about it, sharing the freaking operating symbols all over the internet, and infecting anyone who dare research it!

     You guys wanna know how Slendy was 'born' into this world? My theory is that the U.S government decided they need something stronger than the atomic bomb. They wanted to send a message to whomever dared challenge and/or oppose them. And one night, one of their 'higher ups' (most likely FISK) was bored of jerking off on the internet and decided to look up some spooky stories. That's when he came across Something Awful, and decided to share the story with the boys in the science department, and they figured that maybe the idea would be good for a couple of laughs. One experiment gone horribly wrong (or horribly right) later, and you got good ol' Slendy. And I'm pretty sure this is how the other Fears were created too. But that's as far as I'm gonna suspend my disbelief, people. I'm pretty sure that all this talk about dimensional Loops and shit are just figments of a poor Runners hallucinations.

     As for the Proxies, well... As I said (or, at least, I think I did), this is a work in progress so not everything is going to be air-tight. Like those weird ancient Brazilian drawings and stuff... Though I'm pretty sure that those are just coincidental.

    Anyways, I think it's high time for me to kiss Slendy goodnight and try desperately to get some shut-eye in preparation for yet another boring and uneventful day. (SO peeved that I can't go to ConBravo tomorrow)


Goodnight!