Moved

I suddenly found myself in a park. I don't know how I got there. Luckily it was only a couple of blocks from the alley Lauren and I had been sleeping in. I am fucking scared because I was on watch. I NEVER WENT TO SLEEP. I was sitting against a wall one minute, then I was standing in a park. What the hell is going on?

At least we are still alive, although sometimes I wonder...

Don't know where to go from here...

I finally managed to steal a laptop...

TGM deserted us in the middle of the night. I am sure he had his reasons. I hope you are okay Glass...
I don't even know where we are...
A guy in a hoody has been following us for the past 3 days. I can see him standing across the street. We better move.

I'm a killer...

I killed someone... Glass said I froze. I was preparing myself for pumping lead into another human being. Glass has had plenty of practice. I guess I wanted Ferus to be the only one that I kill. That seems like it is no longer possible. I will have to take down any goons that he sends our way. So Glass, I wont "freeze" next time. In fact, I will be the one shooting first.

Checking in...

I am just updating to tell everyone that we are not dead, yet. Lauren is still struggling. She's tough though. I think I saw slendy fuck in an ally way yesterday. Bad news but it keeps me moving when my limbs want to give out. No proxy attacks as of yet. Sleeping with my gun in my hand just in case. Almost out of food. Going to have to buy some or resort to more drastic measures. TGM revealed that we are heading to Texas. Steers and queers.

Vendetta

Ferus,

I have been in shock for the past couple of days, but now my mind is crystal clear. I now know what I must do.
You have made a terrible mistake. At first, I was going to let you be Glass's problem, but then you murdered one of my life long friends. We will hunt you  and I am going to be the one that kills you.  I will beat you down and rip off your wielding mask so you can look into my eyes as 6 bullets exit my gun and enter your brain.

Your main weapon is fear. But what happens if your prey stops fearing you? What happens if you start to fear me?

You will learn to fear me... I promise you that.

What doesn't kill you...

The going has been tough. All three of us have lost weight (have to ration out the food). My shoulder is still black and it hurts like a MF at night. Maybe it hurts when HE is near? That would be convenient. Like a fucking slendy  radar...

Anyways, Lauren is sick. Nothing too serious. Just thought I'd mention it.

We have traveled far, and we still have a ways to go.

I need to sleep...

Homesick

I am fucking sick and tired of eating corn out of a can. I had to get that off my chest. TGM sure knows how to strike it up as a hobo. He has been sharing all sorts of useful knowledge for living on the streets. Lauren still thinks he is creepy. Hell, I do too, but he is our best shot at getting out of this mess alive. If there is a way out that is...

Whatever... Heading southwest on sore and bleeding feet.

Departure

Things have gotten heated at Brian's house. We are leaving now. Heading West. I took a lot of canned food from his pantry. I feel awful but we will need it more than he will.
I don't fully trust TGM yet. Not that he is evil or anything, more like he would sacrifice Lauren or I at the drop of a hat to exact revenge on Zero or Ferus. Oh, well. He still knows a hell of a lot more about what is going on then I do.

Alright, one final inventory check.  I would like my readers to note that all these items were intended to be used during the apoclypse so I may have to dump a few nonsensical items.

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Black powdered .44 revolver
140 rounds of ammunition
Blued .38 special revolver (Lauren)
60 rounds of ammunition (Lauren)
Serrated Combat Knife
Flashlight w/ extra batteries
Gun cleaning kit
Unbreakable hip canteen
Journal w/ mechanical pencil (Lauren)
Advanced medical kit
Backup first aid-kit (Lauren)
$150 cash (Lauren)
4 tubes super glue (Lauren)
Duct Tape (Lauren)
3 bags beef jerky
Survival compass (Lauren)
Laminated map of surrounding area
4 flares
15x15' waterproof tarp
200 water proof matches
Small wind-up/solar powered radio (Lauren)
Small mirror (Lauren)
12 feet nylon rope (Lauren)
Bolt cutter
Water purification tablets
Survival knife (Lauren)
Small tool kit
Brian's canned food

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Wish us luck...

Unity

Well if you haven't read TGM last update, he is here at my friend's house. He is resting up (after a well meaning Lauren smacked him in the head with a lamp).

I can tell he has been through a lot. He showed up half starved with cuts and bruises everywhere. I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes yet. He has the cold eyes of a killer.

We are heading out soon. Can't risk being in the same place to long. My shoulder is now black from when HE touched me. It aches constantly. A reminder of how close I was to oblivion.

Shit just got real.

Fuck this shit.... Seriously, fuck it. I keep telling myself that I will wake up fromthis awful nightmare. I guess I should tell you what happened...

It was a typical night. I was on watch, Lauren was asleep. My T.V. suddenly filled with nothing but ztatic. The lights started flickering. Not good. I turned to wake up Lauren whenI saw HIM.

HE was walking up my stairs...

I grabbed Lauren in a choke hold and drew my forty-four. Shot twice when HE was ducking to enter my room. The crash of the gun was deafening. The air was all hazey and warping. I immediately had the feeling that  was in the presence of something "ancient" and "Lnfinite".  That is the best I can describ being in the same room as HIM.

I begane backing up. Lauren is screaming at this point (gun went Off by hear ear). Slendy stretched across the room and placed his "appendage" on my shoulder. My whole world exploded with pain. I couldn't see, couldn't think. I lunged backwards out my widow (cutting my arms pretty badly). As I was falling, looking up at Slendy in my window, one thought continually went through my mind: That fucker isin my' house.

I hit the ground and Lauren landed on top of me. we sprinted at leasst a mile before we dared look back. Thank god that I had gotten into the habit of wearing my B.O.B all the time. We walked 13 miles to my friend;s house (that is where I am updating from).. I called my mom, said I was okay, that it was an emergency and not to call the cops. She said she is worried about me. Oh well, I have bigger things to deal with  than how my mom views me.

It's officail now, kiddies. Rayne and Lauren are officially runners. I plan to leave in a couple days. I have informed The Glass Man about our new wher-eabouts and he promised to show up so0n. 

Questions that will never be answered

What are you? A ghost? An alien? A god? Some kind of natural being?

What do you want? Blood? Companionship? The thrill of the hunt?

Why me? Why Rayne? Why did you take my sister? Is she still alive?

What are you thinking when you watch us? Why do you no longer attempt to hide when you do it?

What are you going to do when you catch us?

Why does the world seem so fake?

No Unity my ass...

The Glass Man is on his way to my house. At first I was worried about this "Ferus" guy, but I decided that TGM needs help and I plan to give it to him. Lauren's a little worried though, I caught her crying the other day.

In other news, I think I got Slendyfuck on camera. It's right at the beginning of the tape, and after 3 seconds it stops working. I then have to tinker with it for a while before I am allowed to play it again. I will look into getting a capture card so I can upload it to Youtube.

More bad news

Lauren's Gmail account was hacked. Thank god that she didn't have admin rights to the blog (but that didn't stop whoever it was from covering my blog with nonsense). Her old account was ALL fucked up, so I blocked it and removed the shit that they were wrote). I set her up with a new one and messed with the layout of the blog (can any experienced blog makers give me some tips on how to improve my it?). Every bit of the vandalism was pure gibberish except for one message: "N0 Uni7y" No Unity? What the hell does that mean? and what does 07 have to do with it? Or maybe it's 70?

I didn't sleep at all last night. I let Lauren sleep while I repacked my B.O.B. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bug-out_bag <--- for the noobs). Lauren and I have to be prepared to start running at a moments notice. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared for both of us.

In other news The Glass Man over @ http://theaflacduckisanabomination.blogspot.com/ responded to my email about meeting up with him. He stated in the email: "I apologize for leaving you waiting. I've been unable to pause for too long in the last two weeks. If you still wish to meet up, I just need to know where to find you"

I sure hope he doesn't mind me posting that. Anyways, this brings me back to the message "N0 Uni7y" I think someone noted my past attempts to try to team up with M and didn't like it. I am going to go off on a limb here and say that someone doesn't want survivors teaming up. Then they would probably be pissed when they saw what is going on over @ http://countingitup.blogspot.com/.

Running for my life and almost knocking Lauren out

It was terrible. Yesterday, I walked to the gas station to get some gas for the lawn mower (11 or 12 blocks). On my way back, I spotted HIM in an alleyway. I broke out in a sprint for a full minute before I looked behind me. HE was beside a tree not more than 30 feet away. A threw my gas can at him (it didn't hit him) and ran even faster. Every time I peeked over my shoulder, HE was somewhere not quite out in the open. It appears that running for your life slows time down because I felt like I was running for days. I made it to the back of my house and to my horror, I discovered that the back door was locked. I sprinted around opened my front door and practically flew my house. I slammed the door.

Lauren was in the kitchen and immediately knew something was up. She said something and I was so startled that I whirled around and attempted to full force punch the perceived threat. I thankfully missed and ended up smashing a cabinet door. I apologized and told her what had happened. She didn't say anything but instead looked at the blood dripping from my hand. Then she finally said "Well, I guess the lawn won't be getting mowed today." I remember laughing, but it was a pained laugh mixed with knowledge that I was safe, but only for the moment.

What happened is significant. It marks the first time that HE has aggressively gone after one of us. If this gets any worse, I am going on the run. And I am taking Lauren with me, whether she likes it or not. The alternative is death, pure and simple.

Fuck, my hand hurts...

Hi, my name is Lauren...

Sorry I have been so busy, I moved in with Rayne about a week and a half ago and he has been educating me on the subject of guns and survival techniques (he thinks we may need to go on the run soon and I tend to agree). That and we both have summer school, but that is falling more and more at the wayside.

So here's my story:

I come from a tiny place called Eureka, Montana. It started 6 months ago, but not with me. It was my little sister, Rachel. She was in the 4th grade. She stopped going to school. My parents and I didn't understand why. When I would ask her, all she would say is that the man keeps staring at her through the window. She started drawing this "man" 24/7. Then she vanished. That fucker took her. I swear to god that I will find a way to kill him.

I began seeing him while still grieving. My anger was gradually replaced by fear, but not entirely. I begged and pleaded my parents to let me move. They finally allowed me to move in with my Aunt in Indiana. Thank god that some of my credits didn't transfer. (If they did, I wouldn't have taken summer school and I wouldn't have met Rayne) I thought I could get on with my life. I was wrong. After a brief respite, he started showing up again. I started having terrible nightmares exactly like the one Rayne has already described. You know the rest.

Story ends here-------------------------------------------------

Update:

Rayne has set up some "security system" (read cluster fuck) all around the upstairs. I'll let him talk about that, because he is really proud of it. His mom has been really nice about me living there (Rayne told her that I had no place to go). The sweetheart lets me sleep in his bed and he sleeps on the floor.

BTW, Lauren is not my real name, Rayne insists that the less info out there, the better.

I found her

Let me explain. I am currently in summer school (yeah I know, herp derp Rayne. It's just half a class so I can graduate). I was walking to the bathroom to take a piss, when I walked by a window of a classroom. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and stopped. We made eye contact and she ran out of the classroom and up to me. "I-I've seen you before!" she half shouts. "In my dreams."

I just looked at her and said "me too".   

Her: "Is HE after you too?" 

Me: "Yes"

Her: "What are we going to do?"

Me: "You can start by telling me your name."

Her: "I'm Lauren and I moved here from Montana."

Me: "My name is Rayne."

I ask if she wants to leave and she says yes. So we get into my car and head to my house. We get there and head up to my room. Then we had a loooooong talk. I would tell you her story but I think that it is better coming from her. I gave her my login name and password for my blog. Expect a update from her in a while. I'm tired, been up all night, going to catch some zzz's.

Dreams

As I have mentioned before, I have had one particular dream again and again. It's slightly different each time but the premise remains the same. It begins with me running from Slenderman in an alleyway when I encounter a girl running from the opposite direction. She looks to be my age and is absolutely hysterical. We hug each other and start sobbing as darkness encloses around us. Then I wake up, not all at once, but slowly.

I don't know what it means but it seems important. Who is that girl? I know that I have never seen her before. Is she a real person or a figment of my unconscious mind?

UPDATE: I am seeing him more and more. Mostly glimpses out of the corner of my eye, I am starting to lose weight (I forget to eat, so what? Can you blame me?).

The Tapes

It's soooo hard to sleep now. But I have been getting some. I hate sleeping. That's when I am at my most vulnerable. Apparently HE knows that too.

I have been reviewing the tapes. The only thing out of the ordinary occurs every night around 2:30-3:00 A.M. The tapes show me sleeping soundly at first, then I start flailing around while the camera becomes heavily distorted.

I want to set my alarm so that I will wake up at 2:30 but I am terrified of what I might see.

I have also been having a reoccurring dream. It seems important and I will post about it later. I have to collect myself first.





Can anyone help me?

Strategy

 I want to find M and team up with him. I have come to the conclusion that Slenderman wishes to isolate his victims. Maybe I can organize an IRL meeting with all the runners in a hotel or something. What's the worst that could happen? HE shows up and kills us all? Not likely. HE always seems to strike when you are alone.
I'm convinced that working together is a good idea.

UPDATE: I have seen HIM a few more times now. Mostly in the woods on the way to and from school. While I haven't told anyone about my situation, my friends think I am on drugs. Sleeping is difficult. Especally when you try to do it with every upstairs light on.
Good news though. I now have a camera in my possession and am buying tapes for it tonight. I have drawn a giant operater symbol on my room's ceiling and thinking about it makes me feel a little safer.

What the hell am I going to do?

The Storm

Last night, there was a sudden thunderstorm that kicked up around 8:00. It was over in about an hour. It was raining hard outside and I was chilling on my bed reading. I went downstairs to get flashlights and candles. on my way back, I turned on the weather channel. Both the picture and audio cut in and out with static. I assumed it was because of the storm. I know now that I was wrong. After becoming frustrated with the T.V., I went upstairs to resume reading. The rain started beating against the house extremely loudly. I walked to my window to watch. Something about storms, you know. Then, lightning illuminated my entire town. In that split second of bright light, I saw HIM standing in my neighbors yard, Staring at my window. I am not ashamed to admit that I shit my pants. Another bright lightning flare and HE was gone. If felt true terror. The kind that makes you clench up and shake. The kind that makes you feel like ice, but causes you to sweat buckets. The kind of fear only something like HIM could bring.

My Situation

I guess I should talk about my current predicament. I have already started drawing him. The drawings almost scare me as much as he does. Almost. I will post pics later if I get the chance.

This brings me to my next point: I do not have a home computer, digital camera or a video camera. This means that my updates are most likely going to be sporadic. I have been trying to convince my friend to let me borrow his VHS recorder so I can film myself sleeping. Having it would help me sleep better. I could also could use the night vision to help me see into the distance when it is dark.

I do, however, have a bunch of guns, ammo and other gear. I consider myself a bit of a survivalist. Before   HE started stalking me, I was getting prepared for the apocalypse and the eventual collapse of society. Now don't go thinking "gun nut+ lives in indiana=hick" because I am not a hick. If you really wish to know what I look like, I have long hair and usually wear band shirts (mostly Metallica, at least thier good albums). I know I said that I wouldn't reveal anything about myself but I am feeling generous.

I have already gone looking for HIM in the woods at night. (Stupid, I know.) Each time, I heard twigs breaking, tapping, and foot steps. It was not like something was approaching quickly, but rather slowly. Somehow, that was more scary then if HE had ran at me.

My mental health seems pretty well, all things considered. I get really paranoid sometimes though. Who wouldn't?

An Introduction

For starters, I am not going to reveal my name, location, or age. You can call me Rayne, you can know I live somewhere in Indiana and I am young male. I figure the less personal information out there, the better.

Lets start on the real purpose of this blog:

It's been about two months. He is real. I am certain of that. I have indirectly seen him 5-6 times now. But more than often, I can sense that he's out there (Anyone going through this shit will know what I'm talking about). The problem is that my home town is semi-rural and surrounded by woods. He could be anywhere at anytime. I feel alright during the day. It is, however, a different story at night. I have pretty bad night blindness so I have to rely on my instincts/feelings and hearing when it gets dark. I can just feel him "staring". I also experience horrible coughing spells at night which is not very reassuring.

There are three reasons why I started this blog. I feel if I don't write this shit down. I am going to lose my mind. I am also so sick of feeling alone, I need to know that other people are going through this too. I also need to have my story archived in case anything happens to me.

BTW, this is my first blog as this is the only time I felt that I needed one.