Update

I recently got an email voicing concern about my well being, asking why I haven’t updated in a while after those two posts from Lucas and the Voice. The answer is that I have been scared shitless and running for the past week. My entire world was changed on the 28^th. I’m still really shaken up about all that happened. Perhaps it’ll be easier if I just explain what happened, step by step.

I woke up at 12:26 that day, an unusually late time for me. I started my morning routine, but something felt off. I took my shower, brushed my teeth, ate, and shaved uneventfully. It wasn’t until I came across my old family pictures that I found what was wrong. All the faces were scribbled out with red marker, and there were arrows pointing to seemingly nowhere, in the backgrounds of the pictures.

“Do you see him?” I turned around quickly to find the Voice standing in my room once again. “He’s going to be here soon.”

“Who? You still haven’t told me who!”

“You already know, you just refuse to believe.”

I was trying my hardest to keep the Voice away. I didn’t want to hurt any kids, and there’s no telling what they would have done.

“Look again. You’ll find him,” they ordered. I didn’t want to turn my back on them, but I didn’t want to make them angry, either. Something told me they would have no problem with killing me if I didn’t comply.

As I was about to turn around, my door came crashing down. Lucas charged into the room shouting at me about how we needed to leave before the Slender Man came, but stopped when he saw the Voice standing in front of me. At this, I turned around to my old family pictures, and… well, those of you familiar with him can guess, I’m sure. He was in them. All of them, staring at us. I didn’t know how to react. I just fell to my knees, feeling defeated, dead.

Lucas screamed my name and was able to shake me from my trance. I turned around and there he actually was, right outside the window, his tendrils whipping around in the air. Lucas grabbed me up and was able to drag me a couple inches. He told me to start running and never stop. I was able to get up and start running purely on adrenaline. I looked back, expecting to see Lucas right behind me, but instead saw him go back in the room with a knife. I tried telling my body to turn back for him, but my body wouldn’t listen. I could hear the sounds of his bones breaking, his organs smashing… it was horrifying. I know I’ll never forget it as long as I live, though as far as I know, that won’t be long anyway.

I ran until night, occasionally seeing… that thing from time to time. I finally collapsed in the middle of the woods in the dead of night. I saw him, standing in the distance, his tendrils whipping around furiously. He… it… whatever the fuck that thing is supposed to be was just staring at me. It was still covered in Lucas’s blood, from head to toe, but it was seemingly just getting absorbed into him.

I ran for a few more days until I finally got my senses back. I bought a laptop with my saved money and checked into a hotel, which brings us to now.

As for the Voice, I know now that the Voice is enslaved to the Slender Man, or at least I think. They seemed to have been warning me about getting involved with Lucas and listening to what he had to say, but they spoke very highly of him. I don’t even know. And as for the “code” they keep posting in, I’m sure I would have no problem decoding it, but I’m just constantly running and my mind right now…

I know you can’t hear me, Lucas, but I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for not believing you. If only I had, you could have survived, I’m certain of it. I should have recognized the story… I should have told you. I never thought it would end like this.

…Wow, I’m actually getting sleepy. I should get off before I fall asleep. I haven’t seen the Voice or… him today, so I hope I’ll get some sleep in tonight. If not, that won’t stop me from trying.

-Harold