I hate Valentine's Day.
I'm almost done reading Dom's journal. I'll start posting soon.
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I miss her.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Ellie
I'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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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 and 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.
"She was a Proxy."
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.
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.
"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.
"I take it you're Ellie?" I managed to choke out. I couldn't stop staring at the damaged part of the mask.
She nodded and put her gun away. "And you're Nobody."
I looked around. "Where's Dom?"
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."
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."
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."
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.
"So why did you want to meet?" I asked, after what felt like an eternal silence had passed.
"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."
She threw something else to me; a plastic bag wrapped tightly around something.
"Dom left that for you. I think you'll find it useful. I'm out of time now; I'll be in touch."
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.
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.
Nobody, signing out.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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 and 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.
"She was a Proxy."
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.
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.
"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.
"I take it you're Ellie?" I managed to choke out. I couldn't stop staring at the damaged part of the mask.
She nodded and put her gun away. "And you're Nobody."
I looked around. "Where's Dom?"
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."
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."
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."
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.
"So why did you want to meet?" I asked, after what felt like an eternal silence had passed.
"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."
She threw something else to me; a plastic bag wrapped tightly around something.
"Dom left that for you. I think you'll find it useful. I'm out of time now; I'll be in touch."
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.
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.
Nobody, signing out.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Merry 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.
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.
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.
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.
Merry Christmas, all; Nobody, signing off.
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.
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.
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.
Merry Christmas, all; Nobody, signing off.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Reality
I 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.
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.
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.
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.
I really hate karmic justice.
Wait a minute...Dom. I showed her the movies. I showed her the blogs. Her journal was about him. I thought she was just giving creative writing a try. This is all my fault.
I need to find that journal.
Nobody, signing out.
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.
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.
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.
I really hate karmic justice.
Wait a minute...Dom. I showed her the movies. I showed her the blogs. Her journal was about him. I thought she was just giving creative writing a try. This is all my fault.
I need to find that journal.
Nobody, signing out.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
No Luck Yet
Well, 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.
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.
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.
Nobody, signing out.
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.
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.
Nobody, signing out.
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