Friday, November 26, 2010

Check this out

Will be updating soon. Possibly from over there. We'll see.


Saturday, November 20, 2010

I prayed to God today. I asked Him to give me guidance and strength and lead me through this hardship. I asked for love and light, hope and courage. It was while I was looking out over the horizon this morning, preparing to head out again for the day. I'm only posting this because i thought it was inspiring and needed to be put down.

I felt so full of hope this morning...a calming peace. Even as I looked outat only sky in the horizon, clouds and earth meeting as one. Even as I looked at the long, hard journey before me, I saw my end. I saw what would be and where I would go, and i felt completely at peace with it. I don't know if I will make it out of this alive, or sane. I don't know if I'll ever see my loved ones again. But come what may, let it be. I am ready for the future, and I am not afraid.

I don't exactly know why I'm posting this. I just felt I had to...I'm praying for all the Runners out there who are scared...lonely...cold...and afraid. I pray for those less fortunate than me. This is not the worst life has to offer, surprising as it may seem. And life still has so much to give.

So do we.

I've got someone willing to put me up for a few nights. Hopefully, all will go well while I'm there. But whatever happens, remember that we are stronger than we seem, that we don't know our own power, and what we're worth. And that love will see us through all hardship.


Friday, November 19, 2010

Looking for a place to stay...

So, I know it's been a while since I've talked to anyone. I am sorry about that. I've been busy trying not to die and keeping low on the radar. It's been a tough couple of days, what with the cold weather and the shitty inadequate winter clothing. I need to go on a 'shopping' spree.

Anyway, as you might have guessed, I'm looking for a place to stay. I'm headed east to go meet up with M. That's right, M and I are going to catch up on old times and get in touch with each other soon. He and I talked this over, and right now it seems like the best bet for the two of us. We need a solid plan.

In the mean time, I'm in the market for a roomie. If you're willing to put up with...a risk like this. Then I'll be exponentially appreciative and as respectful as I possibly can be. I know it's dangerous. But I'm in no shape right now to be wandering from Missouri to New York on my own...I need help.

If anyone out there can help me, I'd love it. We'll see what comes of all this.

Peace out,

Monday, November 8, 2010

Goodbye, Robert

I wanted to give our friend a proper send off, as I feel he was one of the bravest among us. Still is, in fact.

As a Sage, Robert did more to counter-act It and work towards It's ultimate defeat than any of us thus far combined. Yes, I've done experiments, M has his Rules, and Jay did work with things some of us might be too terrified to touch...but Robert took a stand in a bold way. He went further into this than any of us have before. Even Zeke, as far as I know, never visited the Other Side. Do any of you think you could repeat the brave sacrifice which Robert made, if given the chance, if knowing the consequences?

I don't beleive I would be able to.

So I'd like to take this opportunity to honor Rob, because he was one helluva Fighter. As Guardian, he not only Guards the Weapon meant for the Hero, but Guards our souls. Our hopes. Our dreams. He has shown that there is a light within us all, that will guide us to the ultimate Light at the end of this long, dark tunnel. It is hard, I know, but we will make it through. I promise you that.

Now it seems, in his final comments to us, Robert has labeled me a (Guide) now. I'm not sure if that's wholly accurate, myself. Do I have the strength of will it takes to (Guide) others in the manner that Rob proposes I do? I don't know. I am not as strong a man as you all seem to think. I am still walking this path, just as all of you are. I may falter, and i may slip off, though I pray I do not. I don't know what lays ahead for all of us, or even for myself.

But we must have Faith. I will continue to walk this path as best I can, and I plan on learning some things along the way. Learning about It, about us as Fighters, and about our ultimate fate whether we live or die in this cruel time. I'm still me. I'll still be performing the experiments, btu thsi time I have a plan. An idea for what is to come. And if some, the Three new Sages especially, can take (Guidance) from that...good for them. I'll do all I can to help.

I know the journey has been long, my friends. It will be longer still. But we wil lface this darkness. We will arm ourselves with knowledge, understanding, and light...and we will one day find the Green Light, waiting for us like he always has been. Until then, stay safe. Stay strong.

Peace out.

P.S.- I'll be explaining more about where I've been soon...I need time to rest. I'm moruning a lost friend...

The 26th

I'm still here. Still alive.

I know it has been a while, but I haven't been in the best shape. I've been...recovering. From an attack on the 26th, just like Robert said would happen. was just It that attacked me. Everything related to that mother fucker hauled ass to get to me, and it almost worked. There were Hallowed, there were mental assaults, and there was...It. It came after me in all It's fucking glory, or power, or whatever you want to call the goddamn thing.

I feel...different, somehow. I took a life. One of the Hallowed came after me and left me no choice, and it's just made me feel so much...different. I feel like I'm not the same, immature kid who first started this journey to live. I don't want to be reckless with my experiments and I don't want to fight this thing in such a way that I leave you guys hanging like I did before. I want to be able to aide, but not die in the process. I feel like I have something I'm needed for now...I can't believe that that poor man I took down deserved what he got. He didn't. None of us do.

So what happened?

The 26th was, quite possibly, the worst day of my life since leaving home. Early in the morning, I was ambushed crossing state lines by a group of Hallowed. That was when I was forced to make a choice; kill one of the Hallowed, of let myself die. Survival instinct kicked in...he came at me, I drew my knife, and then he was gone. I'd like to think I put him out of his misery, but maybe that's just how I sleep at night...whatever works.

Later, I blacked out. I remember a lot of...floating, sort of. I'm almost certain It moved me because when I woke up I was, I think, in a different place than when I passed out. I was definitely half-Hallowed for the duration. I remember getting the memories...of the man I killed...for a short time I think. It was surreal, I'll tell you that, But I managed to fend of It's influence and came to my own senses. I believe that...the Hallowed are conscious, on some level. I am almost certain of that, after my experiences as a half-Hallowed. I'll update with more if I figure anything out.

When I finally saw It...i was half drained, to the point of exhaustion, passing out. It came at me from the forest, I was walking near. It kind of...strutted, like it planned on easily taking me. I think It expected me to be Hallowed by this point. And it just...looked at me. It looked at me with that faceless head of It's, and I stared back...I stared into the fucking face of death and you know what?

I am not afraid.

I have already lost too much to be afraid of this thing.

I managed to break my gaze and run, Operator symbol on my back, and put enough distance between us for It to give up chase. This is my ultimate victory. I survived the unsurvivable, and I'm going to whip back at It with a vengeance. I'm done setting up experiments and learning more about it. It is time to set up traps, and attempt to hurt this thing.

I've heard there are new Sages. That Robert is gone and has become the Guardian. I want you Three, now, to help me while I try to hurt this thing. I've got all the previous Sages' knowledge and understanding of this creature backing I need you to help me. Find new information, perform new experiments, look for whatever is out there. We will beat this. Together.

I feel like we are ready to make a stand. To fight. In Robert's behalf. For the green light. For whatever the hell awaits us after we're done with this lfie of torment and terror.

Let's make a stand. Let's find the Hero.

Friday, October 8, 2010


bad things don't last forever...

I'm sorry. I don't feel quite myself today, and I had to get that out.

Peace out,

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

"Come and get me"

I refuse to succumb to that asshole, that monster's tricks. It wants my brain, It's going to have to tear it out of my skull. I am NOT going to become one of those freaks, walking around praising it in place of God. I don't bow to any monster.

I know, you're all probably wondering how the hell I'm still around. So am I, to be honest with you.

That was me posting that crazy message below, and sneidng crazy emails to Jay. wasn't me. It was It. Whatever that Thing is, It tried to take me over. I've been feeling nauseous and sick the weeks prior, and it's why I generally haven't updated as much as before, or done any experiments. It's been clawing at the inside of my mind, and all my concentration and effort went to preventing it from getting me. Somehow, It still did.

I was hitching a secret ride on the back of some guy's truck in the middle of nowhere when it happened. Actually, the guy didn't know I was in his truck, but I think he'd rather not seeing what happened next.

I sat tehre for a little while, and all of the sudden things got dead quiet. Looked aorund, saw nothing. I figured It must have been there somewhere, but...I couldn't see It anywhere close by, so I relaxed and tried to get some sleep. The instant I shut my eyes, I had a throbbing headache. It was like nails were being pounded into my brain.(This would have been an excellent time to monitor MY brain activity, eh, Jay?) When I opened my eyes up...there It was. Right on the back of the truck with me.

Things get fuzzy after that. I remember the truck tires screeching loudly. I remember the truck swerving. But what i don't remember is ever crashing or even passing out. It was just, one moment we're about to crach and It's looming over me with it's arms outstretched-- the next, I'm waking up in the middle of a forest and there's a laptop and a camera next to me. They're not mine, and I don't remember stealing them during my episode...but they're there.

There was a message on the laptop. It said 'Run.'

I refuse to call it a him any longer. it is not my master, and I feel like, by calling it by name or calling It something like that, I feed into its power-- over me, and over everyone else. I don't even like capitalizing 'It', but it's for clarity's sake. So oh well.

I'm going to start filming my travels with this camera of mine. I want you guys to know how I'm doing, and I want to demonstrate some things that might help keep people safe. You'll see. I've got soem ideas cooking. I plan to up the ante on my experiments. that fucker can't keep me down, and if It things I'm scared of it now, it's got another thing coming. Fucking bastard. Come into my mind and see what happens, why don't ya?

And I guess I can edit my videos with the laptop, haha. I wonder if that's what I intended when I stole them? Or if someone gave them to me for that express purpose...either way, I'm not sure what to do now. I'm still heading East, right now I've found a hotspot to type from.

One more thing before I go. I still want you guys to give me ideas for experiments, and for that, you've got to trust me. So if I don't end my messages with "Peace out", even through email to you or otherwise-- don't trust me. Because I'm not me, not if I'm not typing that. Hopefully, that'll be enough.

Don't let It win.

Peace out,

Monday, September 27, 2010

Pretentious (fuck off an die for this slenderfreak)

this is unacceptable. your insolence infuriates HIM. stop what you are doing. stop what you are doing. stop what you are doing. The Sage walks the path of the Damned. by HIS Damnation. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.






pretentious. Give it back. It belongs to US. To take it is to take a part of the Final Plan. This is unacceptable.

You will pay.

Saturday, September 25, 2010


I had a nightmare last night. I'm still feeling its affects. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary-- at first. But it changed, pretty quickly, near the end. I'll wrte about it more coherently when I have time.

I just feel like shit, needed to get that out.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Communication? I dunno, sounds like a bad idea to me.

I feel like I'm being pulled into a game I don't want to be a part of.

To Robert and Jay- You guys have to understand, I'm just a kid here. I want to save people, I really do. But I don't have the experience or expertise to understand half of what you guys are talking about. I'll gladly work with you on this, but I have certain conditions and specifics that we need to discuss. You've gotmy email, Jay, you know how to reach me. I'm still waiting for you to do so, Robert.

To everyone else- I don't think I'll be communicating with Him any time soon. unless I can think of a less dangerous, more practical way of doing so, I wont be attempting the dangerous feat of fucking talking to an interdimensional Thing from somewhere on the Underside of HELL. It was a crazy idea, posted on this blog for the sake of keeping myself sane while I sunk into depression. Sorry, M, for the heart attack.

I want to do a role call, like M has done on his blog. Please, if there is anyone out there, anyone at all in need of help, let me know on thsi blog. Is he following you? Do you believe one of your friends may be being followed? Or are you just interested in getting the fuck out of this mess before it eats you alive like is has so many others?

then let me know i nthe comments section. I can, and wish, to help. More importantly, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to provide you guys with answers. let me know what crazy ideas you guys have, and what information about Him you want. I'll come up with something and I'll try it out, and if I live I'll tell you how it went. If I don't, least I(think) I'm dying with honor.


I miss my girl. I really do. I've been depressed as I head east, and I'm desperate for protection. I know I could easily lose myself if I wanted to, but that's not how I live my life. It wasn't before all this, and it wont be now, either. I plan on helping myself and helping others, no matter the cost. It would be easy enough to lack remorse, like jay, or just walk into his arms, like Beth...but I can't do that. That's not me.

Oh, and not to mention, I think he wants to hallow me out. He's tugging at my brain every time He comes around now, and i write symbols any time I get ahold of paper. Goddamn bastard wont take my mind, I swear it. I'll off myself before I let Him.

that's all i got, for now.  Hopefulyl you guys wil lrespond to this, so I can go on more suicide missions! :D YAY!


Saturday, September 11, 2010

EVP equipment?

I'm sorry, M, it's too tempting...

I'm going to see if it is possible to communicate or, at the very least, pick up audio from Him which might suggest some form of intelligent thought or feeling on his part. I've got it all planned out, and it wont be nearly as dangerous as the last one. I just need some equipment.

So that's why I'm posting this short update. I need to know from you guys what kind of EVP and audio equipment you would recommend. Nothing complicated, I just need basic supplies. If you can help out in anyway, that'd be great.

Oh and sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I've been travelling around and trying to keep as far ahead of him as possible. I actually met a nice family who took me in for a short while, but...I'll talk about that later.

Peace out,

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Heading East

Damn, I guess my 'about me' is totally inaccurate now. Oh well. It's not like there was any particular reason I was headed West to begin with.

As the title suggests, I'm heading East right now for a while. I'm headed straight towards New Jersey and then up towards the Big Apple.(That is where M is currently residing, I believe.) Hopefully he and I can meet up and do...something impressive, to say the least, when I get there. It's going to take me a few weeks. It's a long trip on foot and by bus.

In other news, I'm trying out the fish symbol as a way of warding Him off. I'm also trying face-like symbols, water-based symbols, and something which resembles the sun. Haven't gotten any results to speak of so far, but I'll let you know if I do.

Also, I'm working on fixing my camera and trying yet again to get those pictures from the other night up. Also, I can show off the wicked beard I've grown as a result of not being able to shave consistently! Yeah!

Not much else, I'm headed to a Mcdonald's for some cheap food and then busing out of town. Should I start a twitter and keep you guys updated through that?

Peace out,

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Light vs. Dark Test results (RESULTS ADDED)

EDIT: Well, fuck. My camera just does not want to upload the pictures of that night while Tall Dark and Slender is around, so it looks like you will have to do with my boring scientific crib notes. I'll try and set the scene as accurately as I possibly can for you, so you understand exactly what my experiment was like.

First off, I want to discourage you all from doing anything I do on this blog except in practice. If I give you a test result like "Slenderman likes light" and tell you to stay out of the light, just plain stay out of the light. No need to go through what I put myself through to prove to yourself that it works. Because let me tell you, what I did was really stupid.

There's my disclaimer. Now, onto my notes. I took these an hour after my experiment, so pardon if they are a bit...'shaky'.

-Hypothesis: The Slenderman will favor dark conditions to light ones due to low visibility for prey.
-Conclusion: The hypothesis was incorrect. Slenderman favors light. possibly due to connecion[sic] to society?

-Supplies included ten wax candles, $2 each, and one lamp for 15$ from a pawn shop.

-Each of these was placed strategically within an abandoned building, seperate rooms for both candles and the lamp. operator symbol(X) drawn over windows of building for initial protection, effects began wearing off after only one night. The lamp was placed in one room, while the ten candles were split in half between two other rooms. Another room remained dark, and the hallway itself had no power thus alsa[sic] remained dark.

-Strategic observance point: crawl space within the hallway just to the left of Dark Room(DR)

Now, my notes get a little fuzzy after that, so let me just relate to you what happened next:

I had my experiment all set up, and my Operator symbols were just starting to wear off. As i mentioned in my notes, I've noticed they start to lose their effect on Him after only about one night. So after one evening, he drew closer to te house and I could tell he was planning on coming in. What I did next was very stupid, I know.

I let him in.

You may call me a fool, but that night that the (X) symbol started to lose its effect, I let Slenderman into the building I had chosen for my experiment. I didn't actually watch him come in, but he must have sensed somehow that I was not planning on running or keeping him out of the building.

Approximately one hour later, I had my candles lit and my lamp turned on, and a very tall friend mulling around my hallways. Needless to say, it was not a fun moment. I hid in each room at least twice, checking closets and corners for Him to make sure I hadn't missed him. Then I led him down the hallway into a seperate room, shut the door, and dove into my crawl space before he had time to get out and find me again.(Personally, I think this plays into M's theory that the SLenderman is ignorant or 'stupid' in a way; he fell for it, every time.)

I repeated that final part five times to make sure I got it right, before I tried bailing on the experiment and fleeing the building. I did not make it out, and that terrifies me. The last memory I have in the building is opening the front door and fidning him standing right there, tentacles out-stretched and everything. Let me tell you...I thought I was fuckin' dead. Luckily, I only got 'moved' as M calls it, and wound up waking up outside in the grass about two miles away. That's a far-ass jump, which scares me even more. But I go tmoving and I've been on the run the last week or so, which is why there's been silence on my end fo ra while.

The results of my experiment?

I foundthat roughly 65% of the time, Slenderman chose to occupy the lit rooms over the dark rooms in his search for me, whether or not I was there or not. The other 35% of the time he either stood in the hall without moving, or chose the dark rooms instead. Additionally, 4 out of the 5 times I watched him in the hall, he chose to enter a lit room instead of a dark room. This was not as I originally theorized, because I assumed he would pick dark roomsfor the fact that his prey would have lower visibility.

I suspect that He may be drawn to man-made light due to its obvious indication of society...i.e.- man-made light exists where there He connects lights with us, and thinks that we will always actively seek out the light for shelter and protection. Not to mention, there ar elights everywhere in ou rculture; lamps, TVs, street-lights. etc.

My advice? Stay in the dakr when you can. The day-tim eis fine because that's natural and not man-made, but if you sleep in a motel room or go inside anywhere, KEEP THE LIGHTS OFF if you can help it.

I don't know if this will work for everyone. But it applied to me and I hope it'll help you guys out, too.

God, I'm dead tired. Getting touched by Slenderman and moved? Most painful thing in the world...

Peace out, everyone. Until next time.

I'm having a little trouble with my camera and setting up the pictures that I took in a reasonable time-frame, so bare with me. Boy, do I have a story to tell you guys. I'd just liek to go on record as saying that, after reviewing all my evidence, I can tell you he seems to like (man-made) light over dark, empty spaces.

I'll edit this post when I've fiigured out my problems. Peace out for now.


Monday, August 9, 2010

Facing Hell

Jesus Christ, I gotta get the fuck outta dodge. Heading west again. I'm going to have to be careful about this, because he seems really determined to show up wherever I go. It's like he's faster, or something. Like he's everywhere. It's kind of scaring me, because I don't know what it means.

I think I've gotten over my flu, in the first place. I'm still a little ache-y, but I'll be okay.

This is going to be a short post, honestly. Nothing much has happened in Denver, but I did get some nice replacement clothes and sprayed 'em all up with the Operator symbol. I also have a few more experiment shirtswith various other symbols, to try and see if anything else works against him.

I think now would be a good time to prepare my experiment with lights, since I'm seeing him so freqeuntly. I'm going to load up on candles for it, get the hell out of Denver, and then try at the nearest small town what I'm planning. I want to see how he responds to light vs. dark. This is different from the night/day thing because this is man-made stuff. Lamps, fires, etc., etc.

You'll see.


Saturday, August 7, 2010


Been down with the flu these past few days. It hasn't been fun, and it's very surreal. You think all of your normal problems are gone, out the window, never to return and then, bam- life hits you with a little slice of normality, reality to really make you feel out of place.

It's tough, what we're all going through. Some of us can handle it on our own, some of us need a little more help than that. The important thing is, we're still going. Those of you out there running from him, fighting him, doing your best to live despite him; good for you. Don't let that bastard get ya.

It's not easy, but nothing in life really is or should be. You don't learn anything from 'easy.' Those of us running from him, we're in this together. Remember that, when you're feeling down and depressed about all this. It wont be a magic bullet, but goddamn if it isn't nice to have soem support. That's what I've learned in the past two weeks, is that support is there whether you realize it or not. You may feel like there is no hope, but remember that there are many others out there, just like you, just as scared.

And unless we're all screwed, which I am not inclined to believe, then there is still hope.

...I had a real good thing going with this girl.

For a long time, she was the light of my life. It wasn't a perfect fairy tale, but dammit I loved her, and it taught me a lot. I thought I was going to get married, go to college, raise a family and end up with a career. If you fight this bastard's control for any reason, any AT ALL, fight him because of what he took from you. Fight him because if he takes you life, he takes those memories. He takes everything.

And he can't be allowed to do that.

I think the reason he stands out so much, why he's so easy to spot, is because he's not supposed to be here. Every time you see him it's like a warning bell in your head going 'Huh. That's odd. It wasn't here the last time I checked.' That's what we've got against him, that's our advantage. We can't go fight him fists and guns a-blazing, so we have tofight him by living as and surviving as best we can despite the damage he's done. There's a lesson in that, somewhere.

It was my seventeenth birthday when I started seeing him. I'd heard about him online, and Marble Hornets had become a favorite time-waster of mine. I never thought I'd end up fucking posting about him myself, finding out we'd somehow brought him to life through our fear and our paranoia and our stories. I couldn't believe it when I first saw him, I thought it had to be my imagination. I had a paper route at the time, and I had to get up early every weekend to deliver. I'd look down the road and see this tall, swaying figure just standing there.

It couldn't really be him, so it just had to be my imagination. Until he was in my bedroom. Until he was staring right at me and the truth was in my face and there was only one option; deny the truth before me, or run and let everyone I know and love die.

Or let my girl die.

I couldn't do that, so I packed up and ran. It's been an entire year and I still can't comprehend the Slenderman fully. Every time I see him, I still get that 'It must be my imagination' feeling. It never goes away, and it never will for most of us. I think it's what we've been given as an advantage over him. And we'd best not squander it, because it's all we've got. Knowledge and understanding is our best weapon, and that's why I've set out to experiment and teach peopl ewhat works and what doesn't. We need to live because ultimately, life is our most secure foothold over him. Hecan never have it, if we don't let him.

I'm tired. In too many ways, I'm tired. I'm stil lcamped outin Denver, on a roof, sleeping shitty because of the flu. Haha, but I'll be okay. Hopefully I'll have som eneat pictures to put up here soon, and an interesting experiment in a week or two. Until then, peace out everyone.
Keep fighting. If not for yourself then for me, ya fuckers. :P


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Day/Night Test Findings

Alright, alright...I'm alive, I promise. And as such, I should post those experiment results, right?

Alright. So, on my walk out of town, it soon became clear that the whole thing was a very bad idea. After a only one day, he caught up with me and was most definitely on my trail. While this is what I wanted to some extent, I hadn't counted on how close he would get or how fast he would close the gap between us.

My original plan was to head to some small town and load up on supplies, but I ended up detouring to Denver because it is a big city where I can easily confuse Slenderman and get him lost. I needed to get him off of my tail. So I went roof-jumping and, well. I'm not very good at it, haha.

Long story short, I fell off of a four stoy building and onto one of those sets of metals fire-escape stairs. My face is pretty banged up right now, I'll try to get pictures if I can.

But that is, really, besides the point. The results of my experiment seem to indicate that Slenderman has no preference for day or night, whatsoever. I saw him just as often during the day as I did during the night, although it's entirely possible I missed him a few times during night-time hours. I'm not sure on that, needs further study. I have two theories on why the results ended up the way they did, though.

I imagine that since he's dreamt up by us as being a stalker creature, he really has no preference for either day or night for this exact reason. A lot of the old pictures show him during the day, and it's the 'opposite of what you'd expect' syndrome sort of thing. You know the whole 'he haunts you even when you think it's safe' thing.

Which means, basically, he hunts at night for the flip side of that; night-time is when our fears come alive.

I'm not sure how effective or interesting this test was, but I sure got my ass handed to me for the results. I hope you're happy, fellow stalked people. I'm going to be laying low in Denver for a couple of days, so I've got time for emails if anyone wants to. I'm going to look for soem more suitable bandages for my face, though. This shirt I stole and ripped apart hurts like a bitch haha

Now, on that note, I'll be leaving this post here and clicking submit. I'll probably pot something tomorrow, to update you a little bit on my...'story'...I guess. How I came to be stalked and all that. :/

Peace, keep safe

Oh and NEXT TEST: Experimenting with LIGHTS! >:D

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Ow. Apparently I don't have this roof jumping thing down yet.

I fell mid-jump and cut my face up pretty badly. I'd post my findings but right now I'm sore all over and need to get some rest. I'll let you know what happened later, just posting so everyone knows I'm okay.

Getting out of Aurora, plus some speculation

It's times like this I wonder if investing in a cell phone would be a good idea.

I'm going to be getting out of town tonight, and beginning a hike a few miles long. It may take me a few days to get to a different town, settle in, and get myself put back together for another entry in this blog. So, if you don't here from me, that's why. Hopefully. I haven't picked where I'm going yet because I want the most effective walk and I have to head west, so my options are limited.

I'm interested to see how our tall friend reacts to this and if I'll see him at all along the way. I'll get pictures if he shows up at all.

So, on that subject, it's time for some brain-shitting from Shaun! As I already mentioned, I'm going to be hiking my way westward for the next few days, and I want to observe a particular phenomena. If Slenderman does actually show up while I'm out there, I wonder...does he come out more in the day, or more in the night? This could be of great help in moving about without being followed by him, which I think is a good thing. I don't think anyone WANTS Slenderman on their ass, right? Right.

Another thing that has been bugging me is the whole business with trees. Ever since M posted that thing about trees and brains up on his blog, I've been really stuck on this one idea. Things we know:

-trees are some of the oldest living things on the planet
-trees have an interconnected hive-mind thing that lets them know when danger is afoot.(thanks Scarlett, whoever and wherever you are!)
-the trees seem to give Slenderman power
-many of his victims are killed in the forest.

What does all this mean? Well, I don't know. At least I don't know for certain. But I have some theories.

From what we can tell, Slenderman is linked to trees in some very obscure, very arcane(sort of?) way. He seems tied not to their biological systems, but to their emotional and cognitive ones instead. This leads me to believe that he may be part of the hive-mind that trees have with each other. I'm sure not all trees do this, but a great amount of them might and maybe he draws his power from that. Note: NONE of this is certain and I don't expect everyone to 100% agree with me. I'm just throwing this out here because it seems logical and I need something for my mind to chew on for a while.

Now, there is also Slenderman's strange behavior and appearance. He's not human, he's not tree, but he's sort of somewhere in between. Like a tree trying to BE a human. You see where I'm going with this? Slenderman is mostly ignorant of human culture, customs, and biological systems. He's taken what he sees on the outside; the business suit; the death-'hug'; and th eoverall appearance, and he's made it into his 'skin' so to speak.

Talking about this stuff makes it feel even creepier than it was in my head, honestly...:/

Anyway, when Slenderman touches you, everything sort of...falls apart. M and I discussed this and we both agree it is both very painful and very scary. It's like the world being broen up piece by piece from the inside out. My theory n this is that when he touches you, he's trying to get into your brain in the same way that trees are linked. He wants to create a human hive-mind, which explains the hallowing out and a lot of other things.

He is a creature of feeling, a creature brought about almost purely by our human fears. But he is not part of this world and he is not supposed to be. Which is why I believe he is trying to create the human hive-mind that he is. He wants in, and we have to keep him out.

I'd continue this enchanting reverie, but it looks like the family I used this laptop from is coming out. Gotta go skip town I guess.


Monday, August 2, 2010

Hello from Aurora! do I start this?

I'm being followed by Slenderman. That's the first thing you should know about me. I started this blog to record my travels and thoughts to while I run away from him. I don't want this to sound like something casual, though, because believe me; it's not. Being followed...chased...whatever-the-hell'd by Slenderman is a very serious matter and should be treated with an obscenely high amount of care and understanding.

And you're not being stalked, you're being CHASED. The sooner you understand this, the better.

My name is Shaun, by the way. M over on mentions me in his latest post. Check him out, because you're gonna need his rules and his knowledge if you are or ever find yourself being chased by Slenderman. He's got a lot of good info over there, and he might even be the only reason I'm still alive.

I've been followed about a year now, since my seventeenth birthday actually. A real kick in the ass, to be honest with you. I was all set to go to college, I had a great thing going with a girl...needless to say, Slenderman ruined that for me entirely. Right now I'm in Aurora, Colorado and that's why I have time to settle down and type up this blog post. And I'm not even sure why I'm doing it in the first place.

I want people to know that by running, by learning, and by understanding, you can win. Maybe not in the sense of "Oh look at me I'm happy and back with my family and I'm all saved from the evils of Slenderman YAY!" but at the very least by saying to Slenderman "Fuck you and fuck what you've done, I'm still going to live." I think that's what Slenderman is, personally. He's something not of this world, something from...out there, wherever out there is. And he directs the course of your life off of the path it was meant to go. So, maybe just by fighting it, you win back some small part of yourself, some very necessary thing within you.

I could go on but then this would get very preachy and you don't want that in my first post.

So Slenderman is one dangerous dude. We got that. I don't have much to offer any of you right now, but I do want to be of help. I'm a bit of a loon, so I'm willing to try anything. I'll be running myself through some 'experiments' here in the next few days, to test a theory of mine about the Slenderman. If it works or if it doesn't, I'll post the results.

Aside from this, this blog will just be full of my theories, my observances, and my dealings with Slenderman as I experience them. Think of me as a scientist, of sorts. :D ...I'm not worried about whether or not you'll be taken or followed by Slenderman as a result of watching this blog. Chances are if you're reading this, you probably already are. Or you're going to be, soon.