tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44263809707179354682024-03-05T02:24:52.621-08:00Nobody's SanctumJLOFXIJTWPJDFNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-58153185446799948452012-04-13T16:21:00.003-07:002012-04-13T16:22:10.362-07:00Moral Runnerwww.moralrunner.blogspot.com<br /><br />I'm sorry, everyone.<br /><br />-[Moral]Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-9638379257980468842012-04-05T20:45:00.004-07:002012-04-05T20:59:53.976-07:00GroundedI'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.<br /><br />...that didn't sound quite right, did it? I want-no, I <span style="font-style:italic;">need</span>-to stress that nothing happened between Ellie and I. No offense to her, but I wasn't quite that drunk.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Hopefully, I don't die in the meantime.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-88269937595173330252012-03-24T08:22:00.001-07:002012-03-24T08:24:06.564-07:00I would gladly let Slenderman take me now, as long as it made this headache go away. Jerk would probably turn on the lights, though.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-15967286377384046782012-03-23T22:07:00.003-07:002012-03-23T22:25:46.423-07:00FogLotssa fog this mroning. Slendy plyed a nice litle game of Hideand Seek wit me on my waay to school.<br /><br />Ffuck. To hrd to type... Shouoldnt let Elllie talk me intoo drinkng... Oh fuckitall. Were jst tosting Zeeke. No harm no folu, amiritee?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Fuckkn g key... GGGGGGGGHGHFHGGGG<br /><br />Noboboy, snigning ofgNobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-9156750108778069972012-03-13T11:51:00.004-07:002012-03-13T12:05:05.791-07:00StrahmEllie just showed me the video.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />...I hope.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-31514191051966191472012-02-29T20:53:00.004-08:002012-02-29T21:04:25.864-08:00I'm going to tell all of you only once: posting Dom's journal is dangerous.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-59486886835271739702012-02-26T12:35:00.002-08:002012-02-26T13:00:45.227-08:00EllieI can't believe her. This could help find Dom, but she'd rather sit on it!<br /><br />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: <br /><br />Ellie doesn't want me to post <span style="font-style:italic;">any</span> 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."<br /><br />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. <span style="font-style:italic;">Now</span> 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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Fuck this. I'm too tired to deal with this right now. I need sleep.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-88684695920969032732012-02-14T11:51:00.000-08:002012-02-19T08:53:01.737-08:00Linkin Park Has the Right IdeaI hate Valentine's Day.<br /><br />I'm almost done reading Dom's journal. I'll start posting soon.<br /><br />...<br /><br />I miss her.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-69612869277992249822012-02-03T21:34:00.000-08:002012-02-03T22:16:39.493-08:00EllieI'm sorry about the length of time between the last post and this one; I've spent the last week trying to sort out what happened last Friday. I guess I'll start at the beginning.<br /><br />Ellie wanted me to meet her at the Twisted Tree down at the local park, near where I found the shelter that I posted pictures of earlier. I figured there was enough snow on the ground still, despite the melting, that I'd be safe going near the trees. Well, I was wrong.<br /><br />As a bit of background, the Twisted Tree is named because of the way it grew. For some bizarre reason, after about a foot of straight, vertical growth, the trunk suddenly begins to grow horizontal, almost perfectly parallel to the ground. It twists back upwards after another foot or so, leaving the perfect natural chair. When my school used to go down to the park for park days at the end of the year (too lazy to actually schedule classes), I'd hang out on the tree writing while Dom was off participating in the footraces around the road that encircles the park. She'd always come find me when she was done and just rest at the base of the tree while I sat a good two feet above her, as far back on the trunk as I could be. Sometimes we'd talk about<br /><br />Sorry; getting off-track. I apologize if I do that a few times in this entry. I'm in a really weird place right now. Mentally, that is. Physically, I'm at home in my comfy chair.<br /><br />Anyways, Ellie wanted me to meet her at the tree, so that's where I went. Despite tree cover surrounding the Twisted Tree, there was a good amount of snow, so I could see two sets of footprints. I really didn't think much of it at the time; I was more focused on the person I could see sitting at the base of the tree, right where Dom used to. She looked to be pretty short, but I couldn't tell because she was curled up with her knees to her chest and her head on her arms and her hood up. When I got nearer, I called to her, but she didn't move.<br /><br />That's when I saw the dark stain on the back of her hood. Carefully, I pulled the hood back. Then I screamed. You see, she was missing most of the back of her head; it was reduced to a bloody mess of what I think was probably brain matter, once-blonde hair, and skull fragments. She fell over and I could see her face. Her eyes were wide open, but they were completely black. There was a neat little hole in her right temple. I'm not an expert on guns, so I don't know if the larger exit wound means anything, but it just looked wrong in comparison with the small entry wound.<br /><br />I really didn't have much time to panic, because I saw someone approaching from the direction of the river, some fifty feet away from the Twisted Tree. It was another girl, but she was wearing a hoodie <span style="font-style:italic;">and</span> a mask. I reached for the knife Dom gave me, but she was quicker; she had a gun aimed at me before I could get the blade out of my pocket.<br /><br />"She was a Proxy."<br /><br />Her voice was a little hoarse, and almost pleasantly husky. Not manly, of course, but maybe a little lower than the average high school girl. She'd probably be a second alto in a choir, if that helps any. She threw something at me, and I caught it out of instinct.<br /><br />It was another mask; a lot like the one 'Masky' wears in the MarbleHornet videos, but the lips weren't dark, and there were two bold red lines running down from beneath the eyeholes all the way to the chin. Part of the right temple of the mask was missing, and the plastic was fragmented around the break. It was cold and wet; it had been washed.<br /><br />"Masks will confuse him, but only for a short while. Proxy masks seem to last longer; I think he recognizes them and figures that his influence is already strong enough on the person wearing it, so he doesn't bother checking," the girl with the gun was saying.<br /><br />"I take it you're Ellie?" I managed to choke out. I couldn't stop staring at the damaged part of the mask.<br /><br />She nodded and put her gun away. "And you're Nobody."<br /><br />I looked around. "Where's Dom?"<br /><br />Ellie shrugged. "She didn't really stick around. We ran together for a week or so, and then she just up and left in the middle of the night."<br /><br />I asked how she knew Dom wasn't kidnapped, and she just laughed. "He wouldn't just take one of us. Hell, he wouldn't take either of us, not alive. He would've killed us both on the spot. As for Proxies, well, they're more interested in leaving marks and roughing you up than they are in killing you."<br /><br />I must've turned pale when she mentioned marking, because she went on. "Seeking Truth and The Mystic, The Tutorial; they're all true, though I guess I don't have to tell you that."<br /><br />She unzipped her hoodie and pulled the already low neck of the shirt underneath to reveal an Operator Symbol carved into the pale skin on her right breast, low enough to be covered by her shirt, but not so low that she was being obscene by showing me. Still, she didn't leave it exposed for long; she shuddered and zipped her jacket up again.<br /><br />"So why did you want to meet?" I asked, after what felt like an eternal silence had passed.<br /><br />"I wanted to get you the hell out of here, but I can tell you're not ready to run. That's fine right now, because of the snow, but come spring, you're either out of here, or you're dead. I'd also stop snooping around the trees, if I were you. Proxies still have enough power in the snow and on the water to seriously piss you off if they want to."<br /><br />She threw something else to me; a plastic bag wrapped tightly around something.<br /><br />"Dom left that for you. I think you'll find it useful. I'm out of time now; I'll be in touch."<br /><br />With that, she walked past me and left. I listened to her footsteps crunching through the snow until I couldn't hear them anymore. I just stood there like an idiot, holding a bag and a mask while a dead body froze at my feet. Perhaps understandably, I got the hell out of there. When I got home, I looked into the bag and for once, I think I felt a small glimmer of hope. Inside was a little black notebook, a name and a few symbols (including everyone's favorite circle and x) on the spine: Dom's journal.<br /><br />I might start posting up the entries here soon. For now, though, I have some reading to do. I'm finally getting closer to finding her.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-2955558378583164722012-01-26T12:27:00.000-08:002012-01-26T12:52:15.117-08:00AnxietyIf the snow is really what's been keeping tall, dark, and faceless away from me, or at least out of sight, then I'm running out of time; the weather's getting warmer, the sun's coming out, and everything's getting a hell of a lot wetter. I'd guess a week or so is all I have left for snow cover if the weather keeps up.<br /><br />But that's not all that's been on my mind. I got an e-mail on Monday from someone calling herself 'Ellie,' saying she wanted to meet. Now, I know that this sounds a lot like some stupid e-mail dating scam, or just pointless spam, but... Well, read for yourself:<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight:bold;">Nobody,<br /><br />I know what you're going through. I know what's chasing you. I know where Dom is.<br /><br />You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, but I can prove that I'm a friend:<br /><br />'Blame your fate.'<br /><br />We need to meet. I'll be waiting for you at [redacted]. Be there at 7:00 sharp on January 27th.<br /><br />-Ellie</span>"<br /><br />You might be confused by the 'proof' she has, so I'll elaborate: Dom and I used to play Tales of Symphonia all the time when she came over, and we'd always fight over who got to control Kratos Aurion, one of the characters in the game. One of his post-fight quotes was 'Blame your fate!' That became a bit of an inside joke between us; if something went wrong, we'd do our best Kratos impression.<br /><br />Her other interesting piece of information is the date we're supposed to meet up. January 27th is also Dom's birthday. If this were just spam, I'd put it up to coincidence, but since she had reasonable proof that she's talked to Dom...<br /><br />I'm going to meet up with her. I should be safe while there's snow on the ground. I don't know if I'll be able to make any posts between now and then; it's the end of the first semester of my senior year, so there will be a lot of work that I've got to do. If I don't post anything after that, assume the worst and add another dash to Slendy's body count.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-51843584500099315952012-01-16T10:42:00.000-08:002012-01-16T11:04:28.582-08:00I Need HelpI'm sorry I haven't been posting very much, but I've been running myself ragged trying to figure out exactly how I'm going to locate Dom. If this were a movie, I'd suddenly have an amazing lead to follow, some earth-shattering breakthrough that would have been brought up by something someone said, but I've got nothing. Maybe I'm not talking to the right people.<br /><br />As for the 'friend' on the college campus, it turns out she'd seen the symbol floating around on the internet and thought it looked cool. She looked at me like I was crazy when I asked if she'd been seeing tall, faceless men in suits hiding in the trees. So much for a companion.<br /><br />I mentioned before that I read the blogs about the Slender Man, but I wasn't being entirely truthful; I skimmed them. Unless there was mention of the lanky bastard directly, I wasn't interested in the post. On The Tutorial, for instance, I skipped over a lot of the posts detailing survival because I thought it was all fake. Hell, I think I skipped most of that blog because I figured Slendy wasn't real, so I didn't need any survival tips for dealing with him. Suffice it to say, I'm going to start going back and reading as many of the major blogs as I can find links to, with The Tutorial first and foremost on the list.<br /><br />I'm turning to anyone who's reading this now for help. Any way you can think of that I might not have tried yet for finding Dom would be appreciated. The police have given up, and I've already explained what her parents are like, so I don't imagine that they're going to be much help at all. I'm the only one looking for her. The only one looking for her that doesn't want to spread her entrails in the forest, I should say.<br /><br />...I can't believe I just said that about her. I can't believe I even let myself think about that. That only happens if he finds her before I do, and he can't. He just can't. That's not an acceptable outcome. And if anyone can help me find her before he does, please speak up.<br /><br />Nobody, signing off.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-17104773688761727192012-01-08T14:30:00.001-08:002012-01-08T14:36:58.374-08:00Out of TownI'm out of town for a few days, and when I get back I'll do one last check of the shelter down in the park. Even if Dom was hiding there, she hasn't been back for over ten days, so the likelihood that she'll return at all is negligible at best. I don't want to waste my time any further, so I'm going to try and find some other lead.<br /><br />In the meantime, I feel very vulnerable here. I'm staying on a college campus and, lucky me, one side is surrounded by forest. As long as I stick to the buildings and in groups of people, I think I'll be safe. Note to self: check whether or not 'safety in numbers' applies to Slender Man. Seems to me that more than a few blogs stated that rule is essentially null and void when it comes to tall and faceless.<br /><br />Since I'm on a general use terminal, I'm getting some annoyed looks from one of students that actually attends this college for school, not a vocal festival, so I'd probably better get off. I saw someone I wanted to talk to, anyways; someone was wearing an Operator Symbol on their hoodie. If I can happen by a friend here, I'll be much better off.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-3594818508858233362012-01-04T12:28:00.000-08:002012-01-04T12:34:30.821-08:00Nine DaysI've been observing the shelter for nine days (counting today; I'll check it out again after school today), but Dom is a no-show. We got some snow a few days back, so I was hoping that I'd be able to find some footprints or something, but there was nothing. I'm starting to think that I'm barking up the wrong tree with this shelter. It could be a result of some kid messing around in the trees. Or a resourceful homeless guy.<br /><br />I'm going to keep watching for another week or so, but if I don't find anything definitive, I'll begin looking elsewhere. It's driving me crazy thinking that Dom could be out there somewhere dying because I'm wasting my time with some pile of wood in the city park.<br /><br />However, I think my snow theory has some weight to it; since the snow started to fall, I haven't seen the Slender Man at all. No faceless skull staring at me from the trees, peeking in my window; no inky black tendrils snaking across the dark corners of the room. He's mercifully absent, and oddly enough, that gives me a little hope.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-89508623375960694402011-12-26T10:56:00.000-08:002011-12-27T07:31:31.815-08:00Breakthrough?I know I only posted a few days ago, but I think I've made a discovery. It came at the cost of great idiocy, though.<br /><br />Something came up last night, and I needed to take a walk this morning to clear my head. I didn't really watch where I was going, and I ended up in the city park, on one of the nature trails. Surrounded by trees. Slender Man, trees, and me alone. Not my best idea.<br /><br />Anyways, While I was out there, I found something odd. I snapped a few pictures with my phone, so I'm sorry for the quality of the images:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuwyjRVf1KQpJ-GpBOe7euo4sPGCJFY9rDPVEcqSS-T9_6AD9JKpPBjDyYkQt_IJqoIfQtt7FHDWshSwSvi4aPZLC5H02DSTZN7DurhcyAXjUOLtrlUXy2Vd8tWbWQ4OnmcVb7a_WHa0/s1600/1226110947.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuwyjRVf1KQpJ-GpBOe7euo4sPGCJFY9rDPVEcqSS-T9_6AD9JKpPBjDyYkQt_IJqoIfQtt7FHDWshSwSvi4aPZLC5H02DSTZN7DurhcyAXjUOLtrlUXy2Vd8tWbWQ4OnmcVb7a_WHa0/s320/1226110947.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690513814829741234" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7gfKJq10kcgzkEZO0DAgxZ_2z00K09gKD86cg6Ck_WdMJnF-5CAR7-vxBU3S1kLuUU95auBuDo6aXmOdmMatqXpndZT7KcTB9Dkyq44H-Yvj8LGOiUoVYUlxNVInSt_3Sgt29zkhq00/s1600/1226110947a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7gfKJq10kcgzkEZO0DAgxZ_2z00K09gKD86cg6Ck_WdMJnF-5CAR7-vxBU3S1kLuUU95auBuDo6aXmOdmMatqXpndZT7KcTB9Dkyq44H-Yvj8LGOiUoVYUlxNVInSt_3Sgt29zkhq00/s320/1226110947a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690514372666365026" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This wouldn't have struck me as out of place, except for the fact that this shelter looks <em>exactly</em> like what Dom and I used to build when we'd play in the woods when we were little. Dom is the more 'outdoorsy' of the two of us now, and I know she'd be able to build something like that pretty easily. I'm going to start checking it out on a daily basis to see if I can find her.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-61163487643623033402011-12-24T10:54:00.000-08:002011-12-24T11:05:36.068-08:00Merry Christmas?I'm sorry about the lack of posts, but things are...well, things are wierd right now. I was really counting on snow for Christmas, but I've got absolutely none. I didn't want it just for the fact that I've had a white Christmas every year since I was born, I also wanted snow to test a hypothesis: Slender Man is never depicted or sighted outside in the snow, to the best of my knowledge, so maybe there's something to the 'Slender Man is a tree spirit' theory and he can't be around in the snow, as it represents some sort of death for him.<br /><br />But there's no way of knowing right now. I fully expect a Christmas with Slendy staring in from outside. I don't have to worry about other people seeing him; the bastard is always invisible to everyone but me. When everyone around me starts to see him, I'll know that he's tired of playing his little game and is coming for me.<br /><br />At any rate, I haven't heard anything from that asmodeus freak, so I suppose that's a good sign. I have, however, noticed a black four-door Sedan parked outside my house since December began. No one in the neighborhood drives a vehicle like that, and it's always gone in the morning and back by the time I get home from school. I'm probably just paranoid; one of my neighbors could have a visitor. ...a very, very frequent visitor who hates the hours between 6:30 and 3:00.<br /><br />But, I digress. I'm still looking for the journal. Dom, if you're alive and reading this, please come back. We had a promise for this Christmas, remember? And if the Slender Man is what made you run, I swear we'll find a way to fight him together.<br /><br />Merry Christmas, all; Nobody, signing off.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-23247769477420917252011-12-05T12:28:00.001-08:002011-12-05T12:40:23.279-08:00RealityI went on vacation last weekend to apply for college, figuring that it would help me clear my head. I thought the break might also help me find out where Dom is. She has to be alive and safe, so I'm not really that worried about running out of time.<br /><br />What I am worried about, though, is the guy in the suit. I saw him again, but not in town. He was outside my hotel, a good five hours away from where I live. Clearly, he's following me or my family. Judging by the fact that he only seems to venture out into the open when I'm by myself, I'm going to guess that I'm the lucky target.<br /><br />In the sighting I described Tuesday, he was far enough away that I wouldn't have been able to distinguish any facial features. Up at the hotel, though, he had his big ugly head pressed right against the window, showing me quite clearly that he has no face, just a pale, smooth spot of skin.<br /><br />Well, he's freakishly tall, grew about four extra arms in a suspicious fire, gave me nausea and a headache when I got too close to him, and he has no face. All the traits are there. What I thought was fiction has become reality. That stupid thread in that stupid forum, those stupid movies, and those stupid blogs; they're all real. I was reading and watching them for fun, laughing at the protagonists as they faced some huge force of evil that they couldn't beat (yeah, I consistently cheer for the villains in books and movies), and it's come back to bite me in the ass.<br /><br />I really hate karmic justice.<br /><br />Wait a minute...Dom. I showed her the movies. I showed her the blogs. Her journal was about <span style="font-style:italic;">him</span>. I thought she was just giving creative writing a try. This is all my fault.<br /><br />I need to find that journal.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-43408152701890165672011-11-29T11:53:00.000-08:002011-11-29T12:04:39.754-08:00Not a DreamI haven't posted anything lately, and I'm sorry. I just thought that maybe, just maybe, everyone else was right. Maybe Dom never existed, which means that she never disappeared, which in turn means that I never went crazy and ended up going to a mental institute where I escaped with the help of a very convenient fire.<br /><br />But I saw him again. I know I said earlier that I couldn't see anything but a silhouette in the smoke, but I know that he's the same person that I saw yesterday morning. He certainly fits the height requirements.<br /><br />He was just waiting across the street from the school, standing just inside the cover of the trees. By way of explanation, there's a forest across the street from our high school that connects to the city park and the golf course. The science teachers usually use it for all their nature-based lessons and labs. <br /><br />I can't seem to recall his face, but I know that he stood out to me because he was wearing a full suit. Black jacket, black slacks, black tie, and a bright white shirt. And he was freakishly tall. I must've stared at him for a full minute before the teacher threw a book at me (a small paperback, not a full textbook). My fault, really; I hadn't answered the question he'd asked yet.<br /><br />Anyways, I'm back on the investigative trail. Seeing this guy just standing there set off the urge to find Dom again. If I find anything out, I'll post it here.<br /><br />Nobody, signing off.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-91010310500902468322011-11-21T12:30:00.000-08:002011-11-21T13:10:22.214-08:00Curiouser and CuriouserBefore I explain what's been going since Wednesday, you have to understand that I live in a relatively small town. We don't have a mental institution, so our hospital generally takes care of anyone with mental issues unless it's too severe to be handled without the help of a specialist from outside.<br /><br />Anyways, after the little episode last Wednesday, I was taken to the hospital to see the doctor, and after their initial interrogation and check up, I ended up having to wait for a psychiatrist from a different clinic to arrive. When he did finally get there, he wasn't all that interested in me. He was much more interested in why I wanted to find Dom's journal.<br /><br />Thinking back, I should've passed it off as a joke gone too far. The psychiatrist decided that I needed to be brought to his clinic, some two hours away, for some more serious evaluation throughout the weekend. By about nine that night, I was there in my own little room, no belt or shoelaces, wearing an itchy, papery white outfit.<br /><br />The psychiatrist kept asking me the same questions throughout Thursday and Friday, all of them about the journal and who Dom was. I kept telling him the same thing, but he never seemed quite satisfied with what I had to say. I was told that I would need some medicine, or I'd be kept there indefinitely.<br /><br />Which brings me to Saturday. I was given my first pills to take, and they must've figured that I'd be good and do as I was told. They didn't stay in the room and watch me take them, so I just copied the movies and hid them in a hole in my mattress. I was starting to look for a way out, because I was <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> going to sit in that room for the rest of my life and just take whatever they gave me like a fricking lab rat.<br /><br />Turns out I didn't have to do much searching. At about eight o' clock (yeah, shortly after the post by 'asmodeus'), the fire alarms went off. All of the electric locks were released, so I was able to get out. It felt like I walked right into a wall of heat. With the smoke stinging my eyes, I couldn't really see much, and I was in too much of a panic to think to hit the ground. You see, I was on the second floor, and hadn't been paying much attention to where my room was in relation to the fire exits or stairwells.<br /><br />I must've inhaled too much smoke, or something, because I rounded the corner and saw...well, I don't know what I saw, honestly. It was a silhouette of a man, had to be at least seven feet tall, and he was just standing there with his head cocked. I had the impression that he was looking at me, and I was overpowered by a feeling of intense nausea. As I started to wretch, the smoke must've been playing tricks on me: it almost looked like he had grown six spindly arms. Then I fainted.<br /><br />I've tried to explain what happened next, but I just can't: I woke up at home, in my own bed, in my own clothes, and instead of smoke, I smelled like petrichor (rain falling on dry ground, I believe). I asked my parents about the fire and the clinic, but they just laughed it off as a nightmare. They'd forgotten the incident like everyone else had forgotten Dom.<br /><br />Something really strange is at work here. Nobody, signing off.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-48376055026653368312011-11-19T19:40:00.000-08:002011-11-19T19:57:30.674-08:00..Have a match,<br /><br />Little Lion.<br /><br />Don't look back.<br /><br />I will only<br /><br />Help you once;<br /><br />Keep that in mind.<br /><br />The next time<br /><br />You end up caught,<br /><br />You will be<br /><br />Responsible<br /><br />For your own<br /><br />Escape efforts.<br /><br />SHHEEWIASNATLSIHVEER<br />REHEVASNACUOYDomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00940194980529623127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-21048281824360587252011-11-16T10:45:00.001-08:002011-11-16T10:50:39.063-08:00ImpossibleYou're probably not going to believe me, but I've run into a very...interesting...problem in getting my hands on Dom's journal: no one seems to remember that she ever existed.<br /><br />I talked to my teacher about getting the journal, and she just stared at me like I'd asked her what the average flight speed of an unladen swallow was. When I tried to remind her of the few occasions on which Dom had really stood out in class (adding accompaniment to poetry readings with her guitar, or when her phone went off during class, offensive ring tone and all), she started to look really worried. Eventually she called the counselor, and lo and behold, he didn't remember Dom either.<br /><br />As you might guess, I was a little freaked out, so I just ran to her locker and tore it open. There was nothing there. No text books, no assignments, not even one of the pictures she had taped to the inside of the door. There was only a slip of paper inside.<br /><br />I'll take a picture and upload it later; I've gotta go now. They still looking for me in the hallways.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-30964585614202835812011-11-12T13:12:00.000-08:002011-11-12T13:20:55.428-08:00No Luck YetWell, it seems this 'asmodeus' prick isn't saying any more. I don't know how he (or she?) hacked Dom's account, but if I ignore him/her/it, he/she/it should go away. I'm not going to let some stupid hacker distract me from finding Dom.<br /><br />What could distract me, though, is sleep deprivation. For the past few nights I've been getting up at least once for no apparent reason, and then once more because of some dream that I can never remember come morning. Last night, for instance, I suddenly just popped awake at 3:33 (yes, specific time; it's a wierd semi-OCD thing I do) without any real cause. At 4:30 I was awake again, sweating and scared like I haven't been since I was little. If it happens again tonight, I'm going to write down the dream immediately, so I know what it is in the morning.<br /><br />It occurs to me that Dom might've mentioned something in her English journal about why she left and where she was going. Not likely, I know, but I've got to check it out, just in case. As far as I know, she never picked it up after the last time she turned it in. I'll ask my English teacher if I can have it. In the meantime, please let me know if you see Dom or someone that looks like her.<br /><br />Nobody, signing out.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-72549570570056210752011-11-09T19:55:00.000-08:002011-11-09T20:03:48.232-08:00.You'd best run<br /><br />Little Lion.<br /><br />The Hunter<br /><br />Is Watching you.<br /><br />IDSOEMERYUONUSDomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00940194980529623127noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-11220219306333381762011-11-07T12:30:00.001-08:002011-11-07T12:37:47.083-08:00Please HelpI've spent most of the weekend running around town asking anyone if they've seen Dom. According to both of her parents, she holed herself up in her room on Monday night, and they only thought to check and see if she was okay when I showed up and asked if she was there. A few things were missing from her room; a couple of blankets, her backpack, and a small picture of the two of us.<br /><br />If anyone's seen her, please, let me know. She's about 5'5", Caucasian, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was last seen wearing a red hoodie with an Operator symbol on the chest and hood. She'll probably have an overstuffed Death Note messenger bag with her. We've got the police looking for her now, but since it's been a week, she's probably long gone, so I'm really relying on anyone out there who might've seen her.<br /><br />Any help is appreciated. Please, help me find her.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-47945564511089153322011-11-04T11:46:00.000-07:002011-11-04T11:55:02.983-07:00Day Four Out the DoorThree days of writing have passed, and I'm already behind schedule. I blame my plot.<br /><br />It's a book about a guy who's got some sort of virus in him that's trying to take over, but he's coping with it by painting. Until the feds take his girlfriend, of course, because they think she'll have the virus, too (spoiler: she does), and they basically want to dissect her and figure out how it works. They don't go after the main character because he's either A) too strong, B) not there when they invade his house, or C) some combination of the two. Stereotypical 'save the girl' quest begins.<br /><br />My problem is that I'm no good with the filler parts of the story. I want to get the plot going, get the story moving, but the last time I did that I was told that the pacing was way off and I needed to slow down, do some build up.<br /><br />But, I digress. Still no word from Dom, and I'm starting to get a little worried. I'll go by her house later tonight (after I've got my words done) and see if she's sick or something.<br /><br />Nobody, signing off.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426380970717935468.post-50346117074510200972011-11-01T11:32:00.000-07:002011-11-01T11:41:23.127-07:00NovemberIt's finally November. Though I'm sad to see Halloween go, I'm anxious for the launch of Halo: Combat Evolved Anniversary. National Novel Writing Month has just started today, and I'm less anxious about it than suffering a sense of dread. The day is already half over and I haven't even written a single word, let alone started the Word document. ...this does not bode well.<br /><br />Sadly, Dom isn't here to see me ripping my hair out; she's not in school, and hasn't been answering my texts. Apparently, she's taking it to extreme lengths to avoid me. Well, this post should get her attention, if she's still checking out the blogs: when we started it, she wanted me to refer to her in a gender-neutral fashion (part of that paranoia about the internet that I mentioned earlier), so outing her as a girl should get her either angry enough to bitch me out in person or at least delete the references to gender in this post. Here's hoping I know her as well as I think I do.<br /><br />Nobody, signing off.Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369790860630584628noreply@blogger.com0