that wasn't me

would have stabbed you right off instead of shoving you

Well that was fun

I'm alive.  Hurt, but alive.

No, he didn't get me.

One of his friends did, though.

I was in Harvard Square in Boston today.  Warm fucking day, I can tell you that much.  I had been hanging out with a friend all day, and I was waiting for the train home.  I was on my way back, and I had just turned the corner into a street that led to the station- usually not that crowded, if you know Boston/Cambridge well (they're like the same goddamn city).  But it was totally empty today.  I figured "well, no one wants to go anywhere today, what with the heat".

God I'm a moron.  From now on, everything is suspicious.

I was heading down the stairs to the train tracks, when I looked up and on the railing way across, up on a path overlooking the station, was him.  I stopped short, but here's the funny thing, folks:  He wasn't looking at me.  He was looking down the street.

And he was moving.  Walking.  Slowly.

Was it possible that he hadn't noticed me?

Before I could figure out, someone shoved me from behind, hard.  I fell down the stairs- got a bad bruise, too.  After the stars settled, I looked up to see a guy in a gray hoodie coming down at me with a knife.  Great, I thought, supernatural and mundane alike seem to be conspiring to fuck me in the ass.

Since I'm not really into that, I got up and started running, fast.  Couldn't go far though, it was a dead end.  The guy started calling out to me, by my screen name.  That got me to stop and turn around.

"Konaa, you're as good as dead."

I was freaked out as fuck, but it hit me: He had to have something to do with this, or he wouldn't have known what I call myself online.

"You rise?" I said back.

He gave a really weird, low chuckle.  His voice was bizarre...I don't even know how to describe it.  It was like he was putting emotion into his words and taking it back mid syllable.  The tone went all over the place.

"You don't need to know who I am."

Rise said that at some point, so I think that pretty much confirms it.  I took a step back and decided to keep him talking.

"Really?  I disagree.  How about we talk our differences out?  There's a coffee shop right up there.  Good pastries."  This was bullshit, I think the closest thing was a Starbucks a few blocks over.

"Joke all you want, but I'm going to end you right here."


Call me a moron.  I laughed in the serial killer's face.  I'm sorry, but when you pull a line like THAT, you deserve to get a bit laughed at.  I think he was new to this, cause...He was TRYING to be scary, and his voice was pretty creepy, I'll give him that, but like, he kept shuffling back and forth and feinting with the knife.  It was kind of sad.  I knew the train would be coming in a few minutes, so I wanted to stall him a bit.

I leaned against the information kiosk (sadly, it was empty) and grinned.  "So what's working for the beanstalk like?  I bet he's great at the meetings.  He just kind of stares at you all and then bam, meeting done!  I mean he's certainly dressed for the office but other than that, he's just not that well prepared for this whole 'having minions' thing, is he?"

Rise looked confused.  I couldn't blame him.  He was probably expecting something more like "oh god please don't kill me."

I shrugged and kept going.  "What do you do all day, anyway?  File people for him to stalk?  Do you have To Kill and To Stalk piles?  Oooh, I bet he's harsh about misfiled paperwork.  And if you spill something on that suit?  Well fuck, you might as well take a pen and stab yourself in the throat with it.  Suit like his takes a lot of money to dry clean.  Or does he just drive the cleaners insane so he can do it himself?  I mean-"

After that was a shout of pain.  I think I went too far.  Rise lunged forward, and I dodged a bit too slowly.  He got me in the arm.  It's all bandaged up now, but riding home with that hurt, man.

Anyways, after that I kept dodging back.  Never got a good look at his face, he was wearing a gray mask on top of that hoodie.  I took a glance, Slenderman was long out of sight.  So all I had to do was deal with this jackass.

Allow me to say thank the lord for gangster wannabes.  A couple of them came down the stairs and saw the attempted shanking in process.  They started running and shouting, and Rise ditched.  He leapt onto the tracks and ran into the tunnel.  Something tells me he's still alive, though.  Maskguy from Marble Hornets had minor teleportation powers, right?  Nothing's impossible when the supernatural's involved.

So that was my first encounter with a proxy.  Fun fun.  What a charming young man.

Damn that knife hurt though.  Like a bitch.

Oh, yeah.  I know about proxies now.  I've been doing a LOT of research.  Seems like there's a whole army of us.  It'd be nice to talk to one of them, I guess.  Except that Zero guy, he seems kind of crazy.  Anyways, I've been doing my homework, and it looks like this Rise fellow is just an enforcer for El Darko De Douchebag.

Funny how he doesn't seem to know my real name, though.  Something tells me communication between the Big Man and some of his proxies is a little off.  If half the blogs I've read are real, then it seems to work differently from case to case.

Hey, if any other stalked people are reading this, what do you make of it?  Has Slenderman ever missed you even though you were right there?

What the hell is that idiot talking about now?

initial observation seems to have been incorrect

you are no runner

certainly no sage

perhaps a warrior

only time will tell

Where the hell is he?

I don't like this. Whenever he's not around I get the feeling it's just cause he wants it to be a bigger surprise when he comes back.

But it's been over a week since I've seen him...Again, no fucking complaints. But it's weird is all. I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one putting any effort into this relationship. /obvious joke

Maybe it's something to do with what rise is talking about? About how he can't "see" me or whatever? Dude, have you seen the guy, he doesn't have eyes, I don't think he can see anything.

Oh yeah, I notice I have a slowly growing entourage of followers, and probably a few more that aren't following the blog directly. Feel free to comment, you guys.

This'll sounds kind of pathetic, but I could use the company.

Heeeeey

Guess what that isn't? Anything coherent.

I know it's a lot more boring if you just tell me outright about these things, and that you get to exercise your vocabulary this way, but really, would it be that hard to come out and explain yourself?

Being cryptic about advice is like unscrewing a maintenance panel with a sledgehammer. You might be accomplishing your task, but you've sort of missed the point about it.

you don't need to know who I am

in many ways, He does not know who you are

keep it that way

as long as He is unsure, He will not act

Investigation

Alright, long story short, I found the building that was in my dream. It used to be an abandoned house, way back, like, ten years back. But it's occupied now, so I couldn't really get all that close without raising some awkward questions. It's bad enough having something supernatural pissed at you, I didn't want to make any more enemies...

And we've got photos! By the standards of the internet, this means that the event in question did in fact happen.




My bike. Ain't she a beauty?

The house in question was about 20 minutes ride away from mine. I finally remembered why I saw it all the time when I was little, once I'd gotten there. More on that later. I parked my bike across the street from the house.



It's inside a private neighborhood. It took some looking, about an hour or so, but I found it at last. See, I used to come here all the time when I was little. My parents would take me here, and I'd see this house on the way in. It was abandoned back then, but as you can see, somebody fixed it up and started living in it.

Anyways, something told me it wasn't the house I was there for. So I poked around on my side of the street.



Oh yeah, THAT looks promising. I must've been crazy, but yes, with the full knowledge that I was on the Slenderman's hit list, I went alone into a secluded forest path. What is it about the threat of death that makes you even more suicidal?



Bam. Here's what we came to use: A tennis court! Yeah, I used to play tennis a lot when I was a kid, and my parents would bring me here all the time with a friend or my brother. I hadn't been here in years. It certainly doesn't look like that many people are using it these days, though.



Wider shot, for reference. I looked around, and I didn't see anything. I even went through a trashcan. One that hadn't been touched in years. Ew. There are fates worse than getting Slendered, as I learned today.

I thought I was wasting my time, but then I looked over to the left.



More woods. More goddamn woods. Before you ask, I didn't see Tall, Dark, and Jackass the entire trip. If he's in any of these photos, I can't see him. But then, isn't looking into the woods and mistaking a million things for him the point of the myth?

Prepare to yell at me for being the ditzy blonde in the horror movie. I went in there. I was scared shitless at this point- I don't like to linger near the forest anymore, take a wild guess why. But I felt as though if I had come this far, I might as well make a thorough search of things. So I got to the edge of the woods and looked in. And guess what I found?



Like it was waiting for me. Let me tell you, I got shivers when I saw that thing. I guess dreams can be a good guide some time, eh? Here's a closer shot.



Didn't have that much shit on it. I'm guessing it was only there for a few days.

I didn't open it there. I was still really freaked out. I just scooped it up (it was pretty light) and stuffed in my backpack. I half expected to see him, right freakin' there, the moment I turned, but he was still nowhere in sight. I headed right home after that.

Fast forward to my house. I put the box on the table.



And opened 'er up.

What was the mysterious prize I had hunted for!? Was it the drawings? The random objects? The 15 billion dollars!? Sadly not that last one.



It was...a piece of paper with some writing on it, a bracelet, and a toy knight.

Fuck. What the hell am I suppose to do with this shit!? Alright, alright, it's better than nothing, but I seriously have no idea what any of this means. See if you guys can make any sense of it, here are the closeups.



Alright, blogger's being an asshole and won't post this anyway that isn't sideways. It says "Arrise, and dream, and dream, and dream." Wow. Real helpful. If you were going to go through the trouble of giving me a hint, could you at least have it make the slightest bit of sense? As for the drawing, no clue. It could be a bird, it could be a plane, it could be Africa for all I fucking know. (I'm not the only one who thinks it kinda looks like Africa, right?)

Next. The soldier.



Not much to say. Feels like its made of plastic. Is this suppose to be me or something? Cause I have never worn a multicolor skirt before, and I'm not about to start for anything less than $50 American.

And with that, we come to our last item.



The friendship bracelet. Gotta say, I like this thing. It fits onto my wrist just fine (I'm wearing it now) and it's made of tape, believe it or not. Neat piece of work. No clue what it's suppose to mean, whatsoever.

Well. There was my only lead. Now what.

Oh, before I go be miserable some more, I take it you guys are aware there are a couple posts on this blog I didn't make. I haven't deleted them, cause there's no real point, but yeah, it's not me making them, it's someone using the account. I changed my password, but it doesn't seem to do any good. Given that they were both written with an active fear of punctuation and capitalization, I'd say it's the same dude. Now, once I could call coincidence, but twice...Twice, I'm starting to say this fellow's got something to do with all of this.

So, "Rise," what do you want? You the guy that left the box? Friend or foe? And of who? Most importantly, how do I kill the beanstalk guy? Feel free to use the blog to answer, not like my permission has mattered to you before.

you begin to understand

the predator can be evaded

but no prey ever escaped through inaction

he cannot see you for now

use this time well, runner

~rise

Think I've got it

It's closer than I thought. I guess I'm going in today or tomorrow. I'll be borrowing a camera, and I'll let you know what I find.

Calling it now, there will be drawings of a many armed man with a crossed out face, numerous cryptic objects that have no rhyme or reason to their placement, and approximately fifteen billion dollars. I will retire at the age of 18 and move to motherfucking Belize, and live happily ever after.

On another note, somebody emailed me the link to this blog called Seeking Truth...Turns out I'm kind of behind the bandwagon on this one. All I can say is wow. And I thought I had it bad.

I haven't read much of it- like with the video logs, it's just too depressing to see someone else go through all this crap. If it's real. But it's real for me, so why can't it be real for others? Maybe Marble Hornets is for real, maybe EverymanHYBRID is for real, maybe fucking Harry Potter is for real. Who knows.

All I know is, this building is my one shot to actually do something. I decided last night- I'm not going to just sit here and let him eat me. He's going to have to REALLY work for this meal. And I hope he fucking chokes on me, the treefucker.

Keep you posted. Much love.

A clue?

School's out! Blah blah blah. You didn't come here to hear about my education, you came to hear about how I'm going crazy cause of fear bullets that some tall guy in a suit with a hackey sack over his head keeps shooting me with.

That's why I have something interesting to report: He's gone. For now. He hasn't shown up at all for the past three days. I'm not exactly complaining, but it's making me a bit suspicious? Is he getting a special surprise ready for me? I don't like surprises. Especially ones that can kill me.

Anyways. Last night something weird happened anyway. I had a very strange dream. I was in the woods, on a foggy night. I could feel him behind me. So I started to run, and then I saw this other guy. He just kinda nodded at me and then vanished, and the forest vanished with him. Then I saw another forest, and in it there was this building. The thing is, I've SEEN this place somewhere before. It's around here, can't be more than a half hour's drive.

I can't remember anything else. But I feel like I gotta try SOMETHING. I have absolutely no idea what's in that building or what'll happen to me if I go, but I can't just sit around and wait to get consumed by that freak.

What do you guys think? Should I go? Definitely gonna start looking for it on my local maps, one way or another.

Had a nice evening

I've calmed down a bit.

We went out for my mother's birthday. Big grill place, bit too fancy for my taste, but the food was good. More importantly, lots of people. Big city. Something tells me He doesn't like cities that much. Harder to hide.

I felt a lot safer, surrounded by people. No sign of him. Let's see if we can keep this up.

Someone help me

I don't even know what to do anymore.

Last night, it happened again. Only this time I was standing upright, on the other side of a huge rock that's some ways away from my house into the woods (but not out of sight). I came to and I was staring into the deeper part of the woods. And it was foggy. There was no fog last night. I freaking checked the goddamn weather report this morning, there was no fog.

And there he was. Same as always, just standing there. Then he took a step forwards. That was it for my nerves, I bolted. But I tripped, and when I looked up he was looming over me. I really can't put what I felt into words. He didn't look any less scary up close, let me tell you. Quite the opposite. His body seemed...warped, almost, like it was twisting and bulging. And he reached for me. I wanted to kill myself to escape the fear.

I was back in bed, the next thing I knew. I hoped to high heaven and above that was a dream, but I was fully dressed. Why is he fucking with me like this? Why won't he just get it fucking over with?

There's nothing more to say. I'm going to die. And there isn't a fucking thing I can do about it.

Sweet hack, bro

The hell? Who hacks a random occultist blog run by a maniac teenager? Weirdo.

hide behind your veil of jocularity as long as you wish

it makes no difference

And on top of everything else, amnesia

It's getting worse. Last night I went to bed, same as usual, having been able to relax with a rather unSlender day. And the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the middle of the woods, wearing a shirt and long pants (I sleep in shorts). I thought it had to be a dream, but, you know, if you're sitting your ass out in a cold forest, you're gonna get prodded by a twig or rock or SOMETHING. So I had a momentary panic, reasoning that I could be friggin ANYWHERE and oh my god he's about to get me, before I turned my head slightly and saw that I was like thirty feet away from the house. Eheh.

So I got up and went back in, went back to bed. Nothing else happened.

But what the FUCK was that? I have never sleepwalked in my life before, and I very much doubt I got dressed, opened three doors and neatly put a pet door aside, to go out and sit in the woods. I went to bed at 12:34 AM, and when I got back inside from my spontaneous sojourn, it was 4:01. So I have about 3 and a half hours of uncounted for time, and if it was sleepwalking I'll marry the Rake.

Of course, I'm dancing around what seems obvious. But where did He lead me? And why?

I keep on rollin'

School's almost over. Saw him a couple days ago, had to run, got a bit sick, you know the drill. I think I can go on like this. Well, until he eats me. But so far he hasn't done anything other than give me a bit of slendersickness.

Maybe he's waiting for graduation? Boy, that'd lighten things up.

Grades in danger as well as self

So I see I have a follower. Hi, have fun reading my spiral into complete insanity. Maybe once I get got or murder someone out of sheer anxiety you can link this to the police. Though, I'd be surprised if the police in my town could handle a regular murder, muchless one carried out by a monster.

Saw him again yesterday. Headache got even worse. I tell ya, makes doing homework hard. It's hard enough without the fear of death and the pounding of my head hampering me every second. But I don't wanna fail, for some reason I still care about my grades.

This isn't going to end well. I've got no illusions about escaping him. But I still want to live, y'know? Live my life to the fullest before I die. To me, that means making my parents proud. So I keep at my homework, even though it's likely to turn out crap due to the paranoia.

Oh well, turning it in would be more than most of my classmates ever manage.

Oh what lows insane stalkers drive me to

It's funny. I always thought bloggers were dumb. What's a blog, anyway? Just someone bitching into their journal, only it's in online format. Isn't the point of a journal that it's private? That's what I always thought, but I guess, as ever, the world and I just aren't on the same page. Come on, world, get your head in the game.

Umm. I'm really not sure how to word this. Which is borderline retarded, who's going to read this? I can say whatever I want completely consequence free. I could start talking about how genocide makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and not get the typical 10,000 liters of bile dumped onto me by the faceless masses.

Let me just come out and say it. Cut the melodrama some. I'm being stalked. Like, not by a real person, even. If it were a real person, I could just hit them with a guitar and my problems would be solved. I...GUESS I could try it with this stalker, but something tells me it wouldn't end well.

See, um, he's sort of the Slender Man.

Assuming you have finished your chortling at what you see as my pathetic attempt to start my own Slenderman thing, let me continue. I started out my fourth semester at the local community college back in January. I was...relatively happy. I had a good chance of getting into college (and as it turns out, I did), and most importantly, my life was normal. God, what a wonderful word.

That's not the case now.

I started to see him. In the woods by my house, mostly. Just..I'd catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, and turn my head. Nothing. I didn't chalk it up to much- I used to watch Marble Hornet and EverymanHYBRID (not anymore, too depressing for me now) and I have an overactive imagination, I see him out of the corner of my eye all the time. Only this time, he just...I dunno. Seemed a bit more solid.

Then in March, when I looked, he wasn't gone. I'm not really sure how to put what I felt into words. I don't think I can. Just...try to imagine if something terrifying beyond belief was REAL, and OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE STARING AT YOU. But even then, it's hard to imagine, isn't it? It's impossible to really understand what it means to be afraid until your fear manifests in reality.

It has. He's appeared more and more to me. Even at school. (No one else seemed to see him, but he was pretty well hidden. I guess he knows I have a habit of looking into wooded areas a lot, slim bastard)

Again, in the interest of cutting melodrama, let me say that it's driving me fucking insane. I have no idea what he wants. He just stands there and looks at me. (at least I THINK he's looking at me, he has no eyes, it's not like I can tell) I'm checking my peripheral vision like every five seconds. And once I do see him...well. That initial shock hasn't gone away. The second I lay eyes on him I feel sick to my stomach. I've got a cough, too, that I've been trying to hide from my parents (who have no idea about any of this). I guess part of the legend is true. If it's even the same thing. I guess it is though. It's tall, has a blank white face, and wears a very stylish suit. It's like my brother except even less funny.

So I can't exactly tell anyone about this. Bad as things have gotten, getting sectioned would be significantly worse. Plus, how would that conversation go? "Gee ma, I've been testy lately because a HORRIFIC DEMON FROM BEYOND THE VEIL OF TIME IS STALKING ME LICKING HIS NON-EXISTENT CHOPS"

Ugh. Sorry if I'm going overboard with the sarcasm. It's sort of how I cope with things.

I made this blog because it's the only way for me to really talk about this. I don't want to mention it to my friends and family, cause what if it starts going after them, too? If it's out for blood, I don't want more to be spilled than there needs to be. Instead, I'm going to scream out my feelings of frustration and loneliness to an uncaring unbelieving audience.

Funnily enough, that's better than no audience at all.

And if you think this is all just a big hoax...sorry, I mean: Since you think this is all just a big hoax, let's cut a deal. You can treat this like it's a work of fiction, and I can treat it like it's the awful, shitty truth. Deal? Deal. Let's shake.