Thursday, September 30, 2010

So I was thinking...

Should I post a rough timeline of my encounters with Him? Maybe as a reference for others, or to show how I learned what I did? Anybody really care if I do so?


Saturday, September 25, 2010


Well, I'm caving. Who wants some tips that have helped me out?
(Please note that these, at times, will completely contradict the advice of M or other bloggers. This is what works for me, and it may not work for you.)

1. Fear is NOT the appropriate response

Yes, I absolutely had to put a reference to 9 in here (good movie, by the way).

He loves fear. It makes Him stronger, it gives Him motivation to go on. Though every single instinct in your body will scream curses at you, TRY YOUR HARDEST to NOT be afraid. Mutter a little mantra of things that make you happy. Think of a better place and time. However, be warned that a lack of fear makes Him curious, and He may step it up to test your limits.

2. Operator Symbols (X) MIGHT work, but use in moderation

Don't plaster them all around the perimeter in the hopes it'll send him running. For some people, it's a repellent, others, bait. Too many of them may be interpreted as a challenge, and you DON'T want to provoke him.

3. Eat, Drink, and be Funny

It's a stressful ordeal, I know. But you MUST stay lighthearted. Crack jokes, even a few at his expense. This makes you feel a little calmer, and who knows? Make a good enough crack about His "face" or His tentacles and His morale might dip.

4. You don't have to isolate yourself

I've read so many blogs where people run away from their homes, or refuse to allow another to stay with them, all for fear that He will get to the other person. I completely understand the logic behind this, but have you ever noticed how those who "split up" in horror movies often end up stabbed through the face?

"But Sandra, this shit is REAL!"

Be that as it may, you need to take into account the fact that the more people you keep together, the easier it is to stay lighthearted. Don't make me quote that bundle of sticks anecdote at you!

5. Running isn't for everyone

He LOVES chases. Think of a wild animal. Don't they prefer to chase down and tackle their prey after a good bout of exercise? Same deal. Nowhere is safe, but with enough people and a little common sense, you can hold your own pretty freaking well.

6. When you see Him...

-Don't run off screaming
-Guns aren't very helpful. Neither are shooting fireworks at Him to blind him. I found that out the hard way.
-Attacking Him will not hurt Him, but the courage to do so will surprise Him.

7. If He touches you...

-Don't thrash or struggle. He won't kill you until he's ready, and you'll only hurt yourself.
-Don't try to avoid "eye contact". He won't hypnotize you. Looking Him straight in the "face" is another sign to Him that you won't go so easily.
-If He gently touches you to simply startle you, don't lose your shit. Simply pick His hand or tentacle up off your shoulder/head/arm, and drop it. Then walk off without acknowledging Him.

8. If you encounter a Hallowed/Proxy/Agent...

Don't freak. He won't tell them to kill you. He wants to reserve that privelege for Himself. If they attempt to do anything more than intimidate you/wreck your space, fight back, put them down, call the police. When they next meet up with Him, He will deal with them accordingly.

That's all I have time to remember. I've learned all of this through ten years of experience. Hell, who knows? Maybe he gave me my gift (Preston, my little fluffy baby <3) as a sign of respect. Maybe.

And remember, these may not apply to you. If you have any questions, just comment and I'll do my best.

Stay safe, everyone.

I gotta go, Preston's pecking at the monitor.


Friday, September 24, 2010


Sorry about Lya's last post. Yesterday was a little stressful for her.

So it started out pretty well. Just some movies, cupcakes, take out, pretty fun for a party restricted to a house. We were having some legitimate, goodhearted fun.

And, of course, He had to have His moment.

Thankfully we didn't have to deal with a "pinata" (she found one when she turned 12). But he did leave something out on our porch that made Lya just a leeeeetle pissed.

Apparently He noticed how Sandra took a liking to the silkie chickens at the fair...

Don't freak, the little guy's alive. If it was a dead baby chicken we found, Lya would be a LOT angrier. She's just upset because the thing's kinda annoying. When she was typing out her post the little bastard was sitting on the keyboard pecking at her fingers. And of course we're gonna have to keep him, or else Sandra's gonna throw a bitch fit.

So, yay. Welcome home, Preston the chicken. (Yes, that's what she named the poor little guy)

All things considered, he is a cute little wad of feathers.

But the fact that He gave him to her is absolutely bizzare.


Thursday, September 23, 2010









I swear they love to piss me off!



You know what, fuck this. I'm going to bed.


Wednesday, September 22, 2010


Well, Sand's big day is tomorrow.

She's taking it pretty well...and by that I mean jumping all around the house screaming out "Woo she legal!".

I swear, though, if he shows his nonexistant face in my house tomorrow...


Saturday, September 18, 2010

I wonder?

For a long time now, I've been reading up on a wonderful site called listverse. Very informative and entertaining, indeed.


I recently stumbled upon a list about "Modern Paranormal Phenomena", and several items listed struck me as odd...Here's the link, if anybody wishes to check it out for themselves:

*cracks knuckles* Alright, prepare for wild speculation, bitches.

Time Slips

I believe several other bloggers mentioned this phenomena...didn't Jack Tyler say something like this happened to him? Or am I mistaken? And haven't those with "Slendy Sickness" frequently experienced this? ANSWERS PLEASE.

PANic in the Woods

This one snuck up behind me, knocked me out, and stole my lunch money.

If you don't plan on reading the article, it's described as "a feeling that there is a powerful, sinister force nearby, and sense imminent danger" that causes people to run back to civilization out of sheer terror. Another symptom that put up red flags? Immediate silence beforehand, save for "an unusual, escalating, buzzing sound".

Hint hint. Wink Wink. Nudge nud-IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS.

Black Stick Men

Remember the little stick figures you drew when you were little? How they were just so damn easy to draw, and looking back you said, "Dayum. I thought that looked humanoid?" Then you sent away for that infomercial art instruction set (hoping to go to art school and sell your drawings for multiple 0's while doing what you loved) that laid there on the kitchen counter untouched while you nommed Doritos and drew fan art depicting your favorite cartoon pairing?

Well, they're back and they're pissed. Or apathetic. The motives are a little fuzzy.

When I read it at first on the list, I thought "8D...wat?" and decided to look it up.

What struck me was the blank face, the size ranging from human to impossibly tall, their (dare I say it) SLENDER form, the time of day they've been spotted at, and their habit of following some people.

And then I read an account where one pressed it's face in the window, and my Mountain Dew besieged mind was officially blown.

So, if you or a loved one has witnessed kindergarten drawings from hell, accompanied by sick relatives, operator symbols in notebooks, problems with videocameras, and a stalker (preferably wearing a mask or who types ~~<3 at the end of every sentence), please contact me, and we can arrange a family reunion. OF DOOM.

And there's no way in hell I'm mentioning the shadow figures. He's not one of them. Shadow figures don't like to be seen. He doesn't give a straight damn.

And finally,

Black Eyed Kids

The picture on the article kinda made me jump...

So who else thinks that children with no whites in their eyes who seem almost hypnotically terrifying and demand entrance into your space sounds like a new breed of, to use M's term, "Hallowed"?

On another note, I think I found a good costume to scare the shit outta Lya...but I don't want to die over something so petty.

And...that's about it.

I'm pretty sure some people will probably get pissed at me taking the whole "stalked by a powerful being who kills people" with such light-heartedness, but trust me. Zeke didn't try to stay mirthful. Neither did Andrew.

I'm just laughing to keep from screaming.

Also, I don't think I've mentioned it yet. My birthday's the 23rd. I'll be 18 then...


Last night

Oh, that fair. It was fun. IT WAS SO FUN.

And I LOVE fairs. I have more funnel cake in me than blood. So yummy...

And the best part? BABY ANIMALS.

They even had a newborn foal, and probably the highlight?

They had these chickens, but they weren't normal chickens. They were this thing called silkie chickens, and they looked like a cross between a chicken and a llama. A LLAMA CHICKEN.

Yeah, I know how chickens are nasty little territorial beasts, but I was actually surprised with some of the baby silkies. A few even nuzzled me! And this one little one, God he was so cute, and the others kept running over the poor baby!

And, of course, we saw Him. You know what? I'll just go ahead and say his name, for those who haven't caught on: *dramatic trumpets* Slenderman. *confetti*

We were up on the ferris wheel, and we saw him out in the woods. Don't think he was "taking care of business", just think he was watching us.

And I saw the last post. I'm just a leeeetle creeped out by it...but I'm almost used to it by now. Like He said, ten years of this.

Well, I'm off to annoy Lya.


Friday, September 17, 2010










I love early birthday presents!!!!

On an unrelated note, does anyone have any idea what in the Hell just happened to Lexi? WTF?


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

All calm on the home front

Haven't seen Him in the past few days. Feeling a LOT better.

Sandra seems to be getting progressively better as well.

There's a carnival coming up in the next county soon, maybe if she's feeling alright we'll take her.

Yes, I know the reputation the carnival holds with Him, but I at least want to regain some semblance of normalcy.

Anybody have any clue what A's new puzzle means? Sandra got frustrated trying to solve it, and Matt started dancing along woth the little figures. THAT provoked some giggles.

Very good day.

I am worried about Lexi, though...


Sunday, September 12, 2010

Found her.

Sandra's back. She's alright.

Lya's not as mad as she used to get anymore. Just tired.

Yeah, I saw the last post. Whatever.









Saturday, September 11, 2010



Sandra got out.

How she exited from the fourth floor without our knowledge, I don't know. I think I might have an idea, but I'm not too sure...


Any ideas on how to find her fast?

This isn't the first time...

Damn Him. Just...He...damnit.



Have you heard that song?

It's from Silent Hill.

I like it. So very pretty.

I can play it on Lya's piano now.

I hear it all the time.


He's at my window.



Sometimes I worry about Sandra.

I mean, look at that picture she drew the other day. Frig.

Lya wasn't too upset with the drawing, it was the comment Sand left on M's Tutorial that set her off. Of course, it's not like we didn't expect she would do something like that; she's never really been a big fan of M's methods of avoiding Him. And she seems to take personal offence whenever he says He is stupid.

She's sleeping in her room on the fourth floor. That should be too high for Him, according to M.

I really hope Sandra's wrong.


Friday, September 10, 2010

When Adults are Away...

...Then I shall play. X3

As much as Lya and Matt DETEST leaving my all by my lonesome, some supplies require more than one pair of hands. And thus, I'm locked in. I do wonder how Lya installed childproof locks without my knowledge. I do so love leaving the house to walk past the site where I first became aware, such pretty leaves and flowers.

I wish the birdies would sing for me. I miss them right now.

I drew you all a picture, wanna see?

Do you like it?

Aw, the scanner cut off my bunny doll. That's upsetting.

But M is back! And Jack Tyler as well! This is spectacular, I was beginning to fear for them. I do wonder where Lexi is, and A for that matter. Hm. I wonder.

I think I hear the birds outside...


Thursday, September 9, 2010


Hm. The clock on the posts are wrong. It's almost 10 here...

I wonder why M hasn't posted recently...


Wednesday, September 8, 2010


Really, Matt? You really signed off with the operator symbol?

Dammit man...

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Don't Freak

Sorry if we left you guys hanging (said to no followers. Meh).

We're safe, don't worry. Sandra just freaked out, because she saw Him trying to get in through the window, and that in turn freaked Lya out. But it's okay now. We're all safely inside, doors and windows locked, blinds shut.

Much love and (X),


Sandra hasn't been well recently.

She's been having some trouble adjusting after her accident. A few months ago, her mother and father were killed in a horrific car accident. Trust me, it wasn't pretty. Sand was lucky to get out at all. She only had a few scratches, some splintered ribs, and...well, her eye's kinda...I'll just post a picture she drew of her own eye. It may look a little pixelated, and she draws in anime styles, so it may look a little weird. I wish I could just upload a photo of her, but it's for her safety that we can't nessecarily show her face (and my camera went missing a few weeks ago).

She's never really been good at digital art, but I digress.

Doctors aren't exactly sure what cut her eye, but it left a mark. Poor thing has to use her eyedrops every few hours now. As for her other eye...I'll be blunt. It's not there anymore. Her eyelid was sewn shut. Not fun. Still, she almost doesn't seem to care. Maybe losing her parents put that in perspective for her.

It doesn't help that she's been sick recently. She coughs like mad, so hard I'm always afraid her ribs might snap again.

Right now she's sitting on my bed playing with her rabbit doll. Incredible how trauma can make you miss the days of youth. She's also been watching some birds at a feeder outside of the window.

The birds are quiet now, maybe later they'll-OH HEL-

Monday, September 6, 2010

Thank You!!!!

Holy crap! She did make us a blog! THANK YOU LYA!!!

...Well, damn. Now I don't know what to say. I guess I'm...supposed to write about my day? Ahdunno.

I'll just turn this over to Matt while I hug Lya.

Also, this is my color now, she can get her own.


Hm, so we have a blog now. Interesting.

I do have to wonder what we'll really be saying on it, though. Do we really want to let people know what we're doing? We're already working hard enough to keep Sand hidden and the town in the dark.

Maybe the blog will serve a good purpose, though.

Maybe they can see what it's like through our eyes, not those of the victims.


(But damn if the background isn't a, I guess is the best way to put it. If we are going to mention the horrific shit that goes down around us, do we really want pretty colors? I guess Sand and Ly plan to keep it that way. And I doubt He will dispute it, he probably won't even post at all.)


Well, I finally caved. Sandra's been positively begging me to make a blog of our own. She's so enthralled by the blogs of those who witness our work that she nearly cried when I initially refused.

"We dun have to give our last naaaames, Ly! We dun have to say where we liiiive, Ly! WE DUN HAVE TO MENTION HIIIIIM, LY!"

Matt pushed her into the pool, and that got her to shut up. I laughed.

But I can only take puppy eyes for so long before giving up. I'm a pushover. That's why I'm going with them.

I won't be the only one posting, so the others:

Sandra: She's only 17, but very smart(ass). You'll know when she's posting. Her writing style now is very...odd. To say the least.

Matt: He's 27 now, and still as childish as ever. Strange, you'd think the son of a cop would detest what we do, who we've become. Maybe he just enjoys being on the other side of the flashing lights.

We might have someone else posting from time to time, but He doesn't usually bother. It'll be quite obvious when He's writing, as opposed to us.

I have to go now.

Wonder who they'll find in the trees tomorrow.

If they're found at all.