Sorry about the delay. I was awake for days on end just reading up on the thing that I forgot completely about the bog.
But it was worth it.
I know what the thing is called, ad I know what it does.
It's called Slender-Man, and I'm pretty sure you know what it does.
The fucker takes kids, and does god knows what with them. I'm not sure if I have a chance of finding my kids again, but I'm not giving up yet.
I'm still wondering about that phone call.
Recently, since emailing Slendymaster, weird things have been happening.
I've felt like I was being watched, I've been sleeping in short bursts, because of random nightmares, and I've been seeing things.
Oh, god the things I've seen.
Hold on, there's someone at the door. I'll write more later.
Until then...
--Jason
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
This is too much...
I've decided to scrap the dates as the title of the blog posts, because you all know what day it is.
Look, I don't know who posted the phone call, or who was even on the other end, but this is all getting a bit too weird for me.
I've gone to the inn down the street and have been there since yesterday.
The journal idea was stupid, so I'll be using the blog from now on.
Info aside, the phone call...It sounded like someone I knew, but I couldn't tell. The voice was too garbled, and coupled with being tired, I couldn't make it out.
Slendy. There's that name again.
I've decided to Google around. I'll post what I find a little later today. Until then, hold tight. My kids are still alive, I know it.
As for the email, well, still waiting for a response...
--Jason
Look, I don't know who posted the phone call, or who was even on the other end, but this is all getting a bit too weird for me.
I've gone to the inn down the street and have been there since yesterday.
The journal idea was stupid, so I'll be using the blog from now on.
Info aside, the phone call...It sounded like someone I knew, but I couldn't tell. The voice was too garbled, and coupled with being tired, I couldn't make it out.
Slendy. There's that name again.
I've decided to Google around. I'll post what I find a little later today. Until then, hold tight. My kids are still alive, I know it.
As for the email, well, still waiting for a response...
--Jason
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Day 05: July 17, 2011
I've always had this philosophy that I stuck by my whole life: "Do something with the things you have, rather than doing nothing at all." I don't know why I'm remembering this now, but I am.
I went back into town today. Parts of the forest were so familiar to me now, I just about got lost when I went back to my house. I needed to resupply, so I went inside to get some things. When I opened the door, though, there was a package on the table, with an envelope propped up with a card holder.
I didn't order anything, it wasn't my birthday, a holiday, or anything else that would require a gift to be sent to me. That is, assuming this was a gift.
I walked over to it, and picked up the envelope first. Tearing it open, I noticed the little slip of paper inside. It only had a few words on it, followed by what appeared to be an email address.
"You know what to do: slendymaster@hotmail.com"
What the hell was this? I looked from the paper, to the package, now wary of opening it.
Against my better judgement, I reached for it, and lifted the unsealed flaps. Inside was a little clay doll that looked like it was made by a third-grader in a very boring session of Arts and Crafts class.
Turning it over in my hand, I noticed another piece of paper sticking out the back. I tugged it free from the doll, and read the three words on it:
"Do it now"
I dropped the doll, grabbed the envelope with the paper, and ran to my computer.
Slendymaster? That sounds like something Rodney said. I'm going to email that address, and write what happens tomorrow. Hopefully, this guy Slendymaster will give me some answers.
--Jason
I went back into town today. Parts of the forest were so familiar to me now, I just about got lost when I went back to my house. I needed to resupply, so I went inside to get some things. When I opened the door, though, there was a package on the table, with an envelope propped up with a card holder.
I didn't order anything, it wasn't my birthday, a holiday, or anything else that would require a gift to be sent to me. That is, assuming this was a gift.
I walked over to it, and picked up the envelope first. Tearing it open, I noticed the little slip of paper inside. It only had a few words on it, followed by what appeared to be an email address.
"You know what to do: slendymaster@hotmail.com"
What the hell was this? I looked from the paper, to the package, now wary of opening it.
Against my better judgement, I reached for it, and lifted the unsealed flaps. Inside was a little clay doll that looked like it was made by a third-grader in a very boring session of Arts and Crafts class.
Turning it over in my hand, I noticed another piece of paper sticking out the back. I tugged it free from the doll, and read the three words on it:
"Do it now"
I dropped the doll, grabbed the envelope with the paper, and ran to my computer.
Slendymaster? That sounds like something Rodney said. I'm going to email that address, and write what happens tomorrow. Hopefully, this guy Slendymaster will give me some answers.
--Jason
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Day 04: July 16, 2011
I woke up this morning with one hell of a back ache. Sticks and rocks were being driven into my back all night, even under the cover of my tent.
I was never one for camping…
A new day, a new discovery or revelation, so it would seem. I noticed something else odd today. Well, more like I think I noticed something odd. I’ve been thinking back to the moment my kids were taken. I know this will be painful for me, but I’ve got to give it a go.
When I went into my son’s room, there was nothing in there. Then, there was a few seconds where I spaced out completely, and then I remember hearing my littlest child call for me. I remember being startled, and dropping the shotgun. I already told you it went off, and I also said I think it hit the thing.. That’s what bugs me though.
If something comes out of a gun at that speed, and at that close range, you’re gonna feel it. And if you don’t you’ll at least recoil. I know I’m not stating new or shocking evidence here, but that thing didn’t even move.
Either it’s not human, or I’m being the most paranoid person alive.
I got a few calls today from people. They heard about what had happened from god knows who, and they wanted to offer their condolences. My kids aren’t dead I told them, but they still told me I shouldn’t keep my hopes up.
Those people…Do they even care about their kids anymore?
One call, though, was particularly strange. The caller ID said Rodney, but the person on the other end sounded a little different, at least in personality. Rodney is an optimistic guy. He always sees the bright side of things. When he called me though, he told me I should give up. It won’t turn out good if I don’t.
Well, I had already had it with that talk today, so I told him off. Then, with almost no emotion, he responded:
“Slendy will hurt you.”
I hung up then, because I’d had enough of his bullshit. It got to me though. Who was Slendy? Hell, what did that even have to do with this?
I’m done for now. I’ll write more tomorrow. Will these woods ever end?
--Jason
I was never one for camping…
A new day, a new discovery or revelation, so it would seem. I noticed something else odd today. Well, more like I think I noticed something odd. I’ve been thinking back to the moment my kids were taken. I know this will be painful for me, but I’ve got to give it a go.
When I went into my son’s room, there was nothing in there. Then, there was a few seconds where I spaced out completely, and then I remember hearing my littlest child call for me. I remember being startled, and dropping the shotgun. I already told you it went off, and I also said I think it hit the thing.. That’s what bugs me though.
If something comes out of a gun at that speed, and at that close range, you’re gonna feel it. And if you don’t you’ll at least recoil. I know I’m not stating new or shocking evidence here, but that thing didn’t even move.
Either it’s not human, or I’m being the most paranoid person alive.
I got a few calls today from people. They heard about what had happened from god knows who, and they wanted to offer their condolences. My kids aren’t dead I told them, but they still told me I shouldn’t keep my hopes up.
Those people…Do they even care about their kids anymore?
One call, though, was particularly strange. The caller ID said Rodney, but the person on the other end sounded a little different, at least in personality. Rodney is an optimistic guy. He always sees the bright side of things. When he called me though, he told me I should give up. It won’t turn out good if I don’t.
Well, I had already had it with that talk today, so I told him off. Then, with almost no emotion, he responded:
“Slendy will hurt you.”
I hung up then, because I’d had enough of his bullshit. It got to me though. Who was Slendy? Hell, what did that even have to do with this?
I’m done for now. I’ll write more tomorrow. Will these woods ever end?
--Jason
Friday, July 15, 2011
Day 03: July 15, 2011
I’ve set out in search for my kids. Nothing was found today, but I have a feeling they are still alive. One thing I did notice, though, is the fact that all of the stories surrounding the thing end with him fleeing into the woods. Now, those woods are thick, and easy to get lost in, so you can never go in too far without losing your way.
The path that goes through it only covers about a mile, goes straight, and doesn’t even go through a sixth of the whole forest.
I think the problem has been people not looking deep enough for their kids.
That’s what makes me think something’s wrong. They’re your children. Hell, I’d search the entire forest right now if it meant finding my boys. I’d like to think a lot of others would do the same, but for some reason, they aren’t.
It’s odd, but I can’t spend too much time dwelling on it. I’ll write an update in the morning, but for now, I need sleep. The cold forest ground isn’t much, but it’s something…
--Jason
The path that goes through it only covers about a mile, goes straight, and doesn’t even go through a sixth of the whole forest.
I think the problem has been people not looking deep enough for their kids.
That’s what makes me think something’s wrong. They’re your children. Hell, I’d search the entire forest right now if it meant finding my boys. I’d like to think a lot of others would do the same, but for some reason, they aren’t.
It’s odd, but I can’t spend too much time dwelling on it. I’ll write an update in the morning, but for now, I need sleep. The cold forest ground isn’t much, but it’s something…
--Jason
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Day 02: July 14, 2011
Okay, I’m gonna make this short, because there’s not much time before I’m slated to head out. Remember what I said about people never finding their kids after they were taken? I’m not going to let that stop me.
Yeah, that’s right. The thing took my kids last night. As soon as I got done writing last night’s entry, I went with my shotgun to check on little Brandon. He was crying really hard, and he almost never does that. That’s why I stopped writing so fast.
But when I went into the kid’s bedroom, it was there. I froze. The shotgun dropped from my hand and fell to the floor, accidentally going off. It hit him, I think, but he didn’t even react. Now I know it’s not human. But whatever it is, it’s not gonna get away with my children. The way it looked at me with its…Never mind. I’m not going to try to remember that horrible thing.
I’m going after it.
I’ll be bringing this journal with me, to record any major things I may find. Kids, you better be okay. God help me.
--Jason
Yeah, that’s right. The thing took my kids last night. As soon as I got done writing last night’s entry, I went with my shotgun to check on little Brandon. He was crying really hard, and he almost never does that. That’s why I stopped writing so fast.
But when I went into the kid’s bedroom, it was there. I froze. The shotgun dropped from my hand and fell to the floor, accidentally going off. It hit him, I think, but he didn’t even react. Now I know it’s not human. But whatever it is, it’s not gonna get away with my children. The way it looked at me with its…Never mind. I’m not going to try to remember that horrible thing.
I’m going after it.
I’ll be bringing this journal with me, to record any major things I may find. Kids, you better be okay. God help me.
--Jason
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