Been Here too Long

I've stayed in this hospital for far too long. More and more I'm starting to see Him outside the window. I'm starting to get worried for this Samantha girl (who I see has updated my blog for me, and apparently has some experience dealing with the Slender Man. I'm debating taking her along with me, though it looks like she already has that planned.

I've had a lot of time since I've been at the hospital, so I've looked back over my journal to see if there's anything I've missed. I hadn't noticed it before, but it seems I've been having personality flashes. I think I know enough about Him to know that this is a bad sign. Luckily, these flashes have gone down a lot since I've been here.

I still haven't tried to break the Voice's code. However, I have noticed speech patterns, though that's probably because there are five of them. But the thing that really confuses me is how they were able to post those comments on my journal entries while they were still standing outside...

That's all for today. I'll keep you guys updated.

-Kemble

Uh, hi

Hey there, my name is Samantha. I... I don't know really what to say. I just found this guy (Harold, it looks like his name is) just passed out in the forest. He seemed really hurt, so i took him to the nearest hospital to see if they could help him. I was afraid that he may have been running from slenderman... and my suspicions were confirmed upon looking at this blog. Although I haven't really met Harold properly, Im worried about him. I'm worried about what slenderman may have done to him. Anyways, I found his email and password in his back pocket for his blog, so I decided to check it out, see if I could find anything, and update you guys letting you know that Harold is ok. I just hope he doesnt get mad at me for getting on his blog...

Fed Up

I'm getting really sick of seeing the Voice. They were just standing outside my hotel room window, mockingly waving. They're gone now, and the door's jammed. All I can do is just sit and wait for the hotel staff to come break my door down. Though knowing them, it's probably just going to be for the night so they can keep tabs on me. They also left me a note that says "O vgxsr kxf oy O vtkt ngx. It rgtlf’z soat wtofu rolqhhgoztr." From what I've read, these "proxies," as they seem to be called, seem to send coded messages to runners. I would decode this myself, but I don't think I could focus hard enough with all that's been going on to try and figure it out.

I swear, once there's no fucking glass between us, I'll fucking kill them all. I don't fucking care that they're just kids, they still serve Him and I would be saving a lot of people if I just off them. There's plenty of ways to hide bodies...

Nonononono i cant do this theyre jsut kids its nott heir fault cant do it wont di it




Somebody help me

Read up on Him a bit

Alright, I've read up on you-know-who a bit. I've read a couple blogs, seen some videos. I'm not sure how much of a chance it'll give me, but at least I know a bit about him now, how he operates, though it seems to vary from person to person.

I thought I saw Him today, but it was just my imagination. Funny. I used to not have much of one. Except for when trying to solve a crime, of course. Everything is definitely getting to me. I can't look at a group of kids without thinking of the Voice, now, and that's no fun.

All of this is really starting to piss me off more than scare me, though. I keep running, but I have no where to go. Should I go East? Should I go West? It doesn't matter! It's not like there's really anything that can stop him, so why bother? Why run at all? Why not just end it now and get it over with?

No, I can't. I have to do this. For Lucas. I'm going to keep going. I'll be sure to keep you guys updated.

-Kemble

Last Will

I woke up yesterday in the cheap motel I had checked into and found a note had been left for me at my bedside. The note was as follows:

Harold, if you are reading this, and my friends were able to carry out my last request, then I am surely dead. I know you believe He is real, even if you won’t admit it, you’ve seen Him. You’ve been seeing Him all your life, but just dismissed him. You never knew why He was there, never knew what He was doing, you even got used it, started to accept it, which is much more than what most people can say. But then again, most of those people are dead. What I’m trying to say though, is that what you have is a gift. I believe you have the ability to help us, maybe even stop Him, simply because of your ability to ignore him. I don’t have much time to write this, I have to make my move soon. I just hope that all the faith I’ve put in you won’t all go to waste. I know that by now you’re probably feeling the pressure, and that you won’t know what to do, but all you need to know about Him is on the internet, you just need to look hard enough.

We’re all counting on you, Harold.

There are blood stains on the note, but I can still make the date out to be July 15th. The day Lucas was arrested. He was right, though. I have been seeing him all my life… even when I was too young to speak. My parents always dismissed it as an imaginary friend, looking in my window to make sure I’m safe while I sleep. But knowing the truth… have I ever even been in control of my life? Has that thing been playing me for this long? Why? What was he trying to accomplish? Either way, its unnerving finding out that your imaginary friend is actually a supernatural monster who was actually trying to kill me.

I’m going to spend the rest of the day researching this fucker. Wish me luck, everyone.

-Harold

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

[End of Act I]

[Exeunt All but Chorus]

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onedown

is it not tragic that all who run merely make others follow?

whentheirlivesendtheyonlyseethegoodandfoolishlythinktheyhavewon

itiSOnlyaMattErofTIMEbeforetheyFALlandreaLIZEThereisNOpointingetTINGbackUp

QFR ZIQZ OL VITF VT LZKOAT.

[Exeunt Chorus]