Beginnings are often hard, but always simple

It doesn't take much to ruin a life. Viewing a video. Reading a story. Hearing a fairytale passed down through the ages.

Getting a gift.

My life was ruined by somebody gifting me a copy of Slender: The Arrival on Steam.

Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I'd do the same if it was another in my shoes. My parents always said that I played too many video games. Maybe if I hadn't, I'd still be alive. Then again, my parents always wanted me to go play in the park and climb trees, so it shows what they know. I got given a copy of a game and I played it. Didn't even find it that scary.

Of course, a few days later I walked through the park and I saw him. Or Him, I dunno. Off in the trees, looking at a group of children. I didn't do anything. Wish I had tried now, even if I don't know what I could've done.

I went home instead. Looked for information. Stayed up for three nights reading and watching and researching. Barely left the house. Looking for a way out, answers, a solution that didn't exist.

It was three days until I left my house and saw the monster again.

No Hello, Just Goodbye

So, lot to explain, not much time to explain it in.

Read a blog, get stalked by faceless abomination, you know how this goes already.

But what you don't know is how the story ends. Neither do I, but it most likely ends tonight. I've set the schedule, wrote down my record of the story.

There is a 98.24739187 chance I die or am taken tonight.

The chance that he does is impossible.

I've done my part. Left copies of this blog address and password all across the world, hidden, as well as a few other supplies. Told people it was part of an ARG. They did it for me.

I'm done. I'm done.

Sorry.