Friday, April 13, 2012

Thursday, April 5, 2012


I'm sorry about the delay. Believe it or not, I ended up grounded. Apparently, having your parents catch you drunk with a girl they don't necessarily approve of has consequences.

...that didn't sound quite right, did it? I want-no, I need-to stress that nothing happened between Ellie and I. No offense to her, but I wasn't quite that drunk.

I've actually been 'un-grounded' for a few days now, but I've been doing a lot of reading and catching up. Nothing too heavy or strenuous, of course; between Senior year of high school, my own creative writing (none of which can really even compare to what I've been living, believe me), and work, I haven't really had a lot of free time. However, I did manage to power through a major blog and catch up on a few video series I was behind on.

In retrospect, further exposing myself to Slender Man probably isn't doing me any good. Hell, I'm probably lighting up his Slen-dar like a fucking Christmas tree. Yeah, I said Christmas. Not holiday. I'll deal with the 'political correctness' lawsuits when I'm not worried about being tentacle raped by a faceless fuck in a suit.

But, I digress. I've made an important decision: I'm going to run. I don't know if the snow was really a safeguard or repellant of some sort, but Slenders has been showing up again. It's time I left. I just need a little more time here. A few months, tops, and then I'm gone.

Hopefully, I don't die in the meantime.

Nobody, signing out.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I would gladly let Slenderman take me now, as long as it made this headache go away. Jerk would probably turn on the lights, though.

Friday, March 23, 2012


Lotssa fog this mroning. Slendy plyed a nice litle game of Hideand Seek wit me on my waay to school.

Ffuck. To hrd to type... Shouoldnt let Elllie talk me intoo drinkng... Oh fuckitall. Were jst tosting Zeeke. No harm no folu, amiritee?

Zeke deid, th eHybirds lost Alex, Caught wsnt their to hellp Natlie in thetr ees, Noa hhasn't postexd any vnew vidos;; w're a sad litlte lott, arent we??? And thse are jist the runneners hhat I known about. Thgere ae prolly hundrejds mor wth unknown blogsliek mine whove bitten thed ust ven as I gtype gthis.


Noboboy, snigning ofg

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


Ellie just showed me the video.

I have mixed feelings about it. My first instinct was to blow my head off with Ellie's gun, because with Mr. Strahm dead, our best chances at hurting the Lanky Bastard, are lost. Hell, we didn't have much of a chance to begin with, but now we're just royally screwed.

But then I thought a little bit longer. Why would he go to all the trouble of creating an account just to post the video? Granted, that could've been accomplished by a Proxy; I really doubt with that wound, Mr. Strahm took that long to die (video was posted on March 2nd, his post about going after Mary was posted on January 23rd). And with the title of the video being the same as Mary's post, I think if anyone posted it, it was Mary. But the amount of trouble anyone went to just to post Mr. Strahm's final eight minutes of life has me suspicious. On top of that, we never see his face clearly.

The last few moments of the video where Slendy himself takes the body not only frightens me, but helps fuel my feeling that we haven't seen the last of Mr. Strahm. People involved with the Slender Man have a tendency to piss Death off. Whether No-Face will bring him back as himself to play with him a little longer (horrible as it sounds) or as some sort of corpse-puppet-Proxy (even worse) remains to be seen.

I'm probably just letting my hope get the better of me; Ellie certainly thinks so. But there's nothing I can do about it. I guess I'm going to keep a lookout for any signs that the only fighter in a growing group of runners isn't as dead as we think he is.

Mr. Strahm, if you really are dead, well, I hope you're with Lizzy now. Slendy can't do much to you if you're already dead.

...I hope.

Nobody, signing out.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I'm going to tell all of you only once: posting Dom's journal is dangerous.

I don't care that there are only three followers. I don't care that this blog gets very little traffic. I don't care that Nobody thinks it will help.

Dom specifically instructed me that her journal was for Nobody's eyes, and his only. There are things in there that only he was supposed to read. Hell, there are things in there no one is supposed to read. Ever. Posting them here, for everyone who gets bored can see them, is just plain stupid. More victims make Him stronger, and he's already strong e-fucking-nough.

Nobody thinks it could help. He really thinks that because he starts posting journal entries, someone is magically going to fall out of the fucking sky and comment on it with a solution. What he doesn't realize is that there are hundreds-no, thousands-of these 'Slenderblogs' out there. Some are real, some are fake. If other bloggers took time out of their schedules to help everyone with a riddle out, then those truly running for their lives would be wasting their time with those that are simply making up stories.

This is the final statement on the issue. If Nobody comes here to start bitching about it again, I'll shoot him in the foot.

Sunday, February 26, 2012


I can't believe her. This could help find Dom, but she'd rather sit on it!

Ellie has been hanging around my house since I met her at the park. I think the neighbors are starting to get suspicious, since she hangs around until my parents pull in, then leaves out the back, but I have biggerr fish to fry than nosy neighbors:

Ellie doesn't want me to post any of Dom's journal on the blog. I know there's something in there that points to where she is, but I can't figure any of the clues out on my own. She knows that, but she doesn't seem to give a rat's ass about it. I asked her why, but she wouldn't tell me anything other than "It wouldn't be wise."

Does she really think I give a fuck as to whether or not it's wise? The snow is melting. Unless Slendy's been messing with me all winter, then he's not going to do his little Slenderwalking while the ground is white. Now would be the time to go looking for Dom, when the only thing we have to worry about is the occasional Proxy, who aren't exactly hard to see coming.

The last snowfall we had was earlier this week, and most of it melted immediately. The majority of the lawns on my street are green and brown, though because of the shadow my house casts and the tall trees in the back yard, my house is still essentially surrounded by snow. I'm safe for now, but that doesn't mean a Proxy won't get tired of my 'camping' and breaking in. Tim got into Jay's room, after all.

I just don't understand. Ellie talks about Dom as if they were best friends for the short time they were running together, but she doesn't want her to be found? Dom's journal closed the books on asmodeus (Proxy), but she maintained until her last entry that Ellie was a friend. A friend with a gun and a hatred of Proxies, no less.

Fuck this. I'm too tired to deal with this right now. I need sleep.

Nobody, signing out.