It wasn't meant to be like this.

This isn't a post where I bemoan my fate as a Runner. This is where I say that I'm surprised I made it this far. What happened on the Solstice was never meant to happen. I don't know why it did. But it shouldn't have.

I awoke in a forest. That by itself was a fact that should have scared me, but it was one I knew. A forest I had been to before. A forest that was familiar. The smell of pine needles. The sound of the rushing, bubbling brook. The eerie way it loomed over me.

The way it burned. Smoke and fire and brimstone coming up from beneath the ground, the animals fleeing from the hated fire. I could barely make out hazy, indistinct shapes before my eyes. I knew that there was a game trail beneath my feet that would take me to a clearing where I would be safe, momentarily, from the fire. I knew it wouldn't spread to the clearing until I was done.

One problem; I had never been to this particular forest. This particular forest didn't exist. It had been chopped down by lumberjacks for timber and for room to raise cattle. It was like a seesaw. Burning. Gone. Burning. Gone. Whether the fire could hurt me or not, I didn't know. I didn't want to learn, so I ran. I ran. Kept on running. It's all I'm good for. Didn't pay attention to those weaving, haunting illusions in the flames, the images distorted through the smoke. It wasn't for me. It was for



sorry its difficult to keep it inside its all inside and out the walls are closing in

I. I'm better. A bit. Sorry. I'm trying to keep it all bottled inside. I can't afford to break down right now. Not yet. Not until I'm done.

The forest was burning as I ran. The trees collapsed in on themselves, shuddering before exploding outwards in a burst of sap and bark. I remember looking up at the sky. It was dark. It was also daytime. There was no sun, no moons, no stars. Just nothing. Nothing.

There is nothing that the human mind can comprehend less than nothing. It is everything. Seems like an antonym, doesn't it? But if you had seen it, you'd know. Previously there had been celestial bodies. The constellations, the stars that handed the stories down from ages long gone. There was nobody to write these stories, nobody to whisper them to us as we curled up in our blankets and dreamed of a bright day, even as the night was so cold and frightening. Those stars were gone. There was nobody to pass down those stories anymore.

Even the moons, the eight moons which once encircled the planet had disappeared. They had been swallowed up long ago by the darkness, one by one. They had tried to hold on, they had tried to stop the spread, but it was no good. There was nothing for them to do but wait for the inevitable end.

Finally, eventually, my bones creaking, my muscles aching, hacking up a lung, I managed to reach the clearing. Burnt and tired and sweating and staggering, but I had made it. And I passed the grand tree at the north end. Ignored the spring of water. Ignored myself. Just so I could, from my momentary refuge, look into the flames and see it all.

I'm going to break into a house. Someone in that house will catch the infection of the mind that follows us all. She'll pass it onto a boy. He'll pass it onto a girl. Her, after years and years, to her child. Her child to a girl he will play with. That girl to another girl. That girl will be taken out of the equation. But along another path, another infection will follow. The boy who the girl who caught it from me will die. The officer inspecting his death will be stalked. He will pass it to a priest. A priest to an addict. An addict to a drug dealer. The drug dealer to his mother. His mother to a banker. That banker to his child. His child to his teacher. His teacher to a aspiring musician. The musician to a woman. The woman to her son. Her son will meet the girl we took out the equation and together they will spread it further then it has ever been spread before. Eventually, humanity will take to the stars. It, they, will follow. Eventually, the Quiet will claim all. All but one entity and its servant, who will flee it. They will spread the Quiet to everything until finally they alone stand against it. And then nobody knows. Not this particular entity. Not the Quiet. Not I.

I took a step backwards, into the spring. It wasn't water anymore. Another step back, squelching on the wet grass. Another step, and then I hear the low-pitched, groaning hum. Another step backwards, another squelch, the smell of smoke distant. It had been replaced by the harsh, coppery taste in the back of my throat. I heard something else behind me writhing, squelching just like my feet. I turned around. I saw it. I can't even type it. I'm telling my mind to tell my fingers to type the necessary words, but my mind will not relay the message. My fingers cannot let that information flow through them.

I turned around again. I turned around again to face myself. I stood there looking at myself. Myself stood there looking at me. The knife entered my stomach and exited once more and one of us fell to the ground, I don't know if it was me or me. As I bled out, my eyes closed. They were shut because I wouldn't, couldn't let them open back up.

And then I was awake, in a corridor I cannot leave. The walls have closed in. Blood is dripping out of the walls. The clock is striking thirteen even though they did the same thing half an hour ago. I've been awake for seven thirteens now. I don't know how long that is. I don't know if it's even a measurement of time.

I'll post as soon as I'm out. I'll see you in a few thirteens, if that's not a symptom of my brain shutting down. Once I figure out how to open the walls again.

Forever Alone

Huh. It didn't go through.

How come everybody else gets Wi-Fi during Slendershenanigans except me?

The short version is that I should be dead. Maybe I was, but then... I dunno. It's difficult. Can't make out anything. Don't remember much, but still something. Images. Voices.

Pain. There was a lot of that. How the hell does everybody do this? People bravely attack the Slenderman and manage to surprise him and drive him off, but I couldn't. I was ready, I was armed and it didn't happen. It was too... I was scared. Couldn't move, but he grabbed me and it burned like fire. Sort of like when you come into a warm room after being out in the cold, but x100.

I awoke on Valentine's Day. Not sure where I am, but there's something wrong. People don't seem to speak English here, and something just feels off. People getting chocolate and flowers and hearts and I'm wandering around like a hobo, looking for somewhere to sleep tonight.

Gonna have to find out where I am. More later.

The Cowardly Lion

I was an idiot back then. It's like when you're a kid and you think there's a monster in the room so you hide under the covers because you know that covers have magical powers and monsters can't get through them. (I still totally maintain that monsters cannot get past covers, though.) So I figured, if I just stayed inside, kept my head down, kept quiet, I might be able to get away with not seeing it again.

Like I said, idiot. It appeared in my kitchen. Don't know if it's ever been in your house, but it's so much worse than seeing it outside. Because when it's outside, you know, "oh noes it is slenderman he is woods oh no i is so scared" but then it's in your fucking house and it's wrong. Because that's your kitchen. That's your fridge and your sink and your cupboards and your shitty spice rack you made for some bullshit class as a kid. That's your house, where you live, and it just comes in and-

Sorry. It's just difficult. To see it like that.

I ran. You know how all those other bloggers are like "Then I punched slenderman in the face and flipped him off and shot him and stabbed him and wrestled him and spat in his face and he ran away crying" well I'm not like that. I'm pretty sure I let out a little squeak and hobbled away as fast as I could. You read all the blogs and they always think how they won't put up with its shit anymore but guess what? I'm not like that. My thought process was more "OH HOLY SHIT IT'S HERE IT'S HERE OH FUCK OH SHIT OH GOD RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN."

I just ran. Ran and ran and ran. Didn't stop for about an hour, then collapsed and threw up for about five minutes straight. It wasn't until I had recovered a little bit I saw somebody standing over me.

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.