Wednesday, October 27, 2010

What Happened

As we've said before, our camera isn't letting us upload, so we have to transcribe what happened last night for you all.

(Video starts. Sandra is sitting on the bed, expression blank. Matt recording, Lya sitting on bed, Slender at the chalkboard.)

L: Sandra, are you awake?

S: I am.

L: Sandra, what happened out there?


L: Sand-

S: (Suddenly, quickly) The new has come to supplant the old as the one who brings the fear it is here and will not go and will not be stopped by the-

L: Sandra-

S: -hands of simple mortals they are but foxes and the select are his-

SM: (writes) Silenceher.

S: -hounds and the hunt has begun and they will bring them down and they shall cower-

L: (concerned) Sandra, stop this!

SM: SilencesilenceNOW

S: -before it and all will suffer unless they stand fearless but they will do all they can to end the foolish endeavors of the free and the living and it will hold them with the light the son of night and darkness this message given to show the futility of-

SM: (slaps Sandra across the face)

S: (falls backwards, then blinks, suddenly alert) (lurches forward) Oh God... (runs across the hall to the bathroom, retching heard faintly)

L: ...what did that bastard do?

SM: (writing furiously) KillitkillitIwillkillitdestroythesickthingitwilldiekillkillkillkill

(The visuals cut as the sound of chalk tapping remains. 33 seconds in, the video returns. The board is covered in Operator Symbols and death threats, and Slender flings the chalk stub at the wall. Sandra steps in, sways, and then hits the floor. Matt drops the camera as they run to her.)

She's back to normal now, but she seems to have caught a cold. Slender's been patrolling the nearby area ever since, stopping in every few hours.

What in the hell did ///It/// do to her to cause that?


Tuesday, October 26, 2010


where is he
where did he go



Where is Jack where did he go asshole what did you do to him

don't you hurt him like me i'll kill you and they'll help BUT WHERE IS HE NOW

Saturday, October 23, 2010


The rain's picked up. It's absolutely pouring out there.

Sandra was halfway into the creek last night, and with the waters steadily rising...

The message makes sense.

She's still sleeping.


Friday, October 22, 2010

Got her back

We found her. By the creek near our old school.

She's been asleep since we got to her, and she's got a few bruises, but nothing major.

She'll be fine. I'm sure of it. ///It/// isn't getting to us that easily.


Thursday, October 21, 2010


We've been searching for Sandra all day, and nothing's turned up, goddammit...

And for something without a mouth, Slender sure can scream in a blind rage with the best of them.

We've been checking everywhere, and it'll only get worse if it starts raining tomorrow like the forecast said.

And Jack, don't even TRY to blame yourself.


Wednesday, October 20, 2010


Not Him. He didn't do this. He's never done that.

They when they found that kid, found him in there...God, how could they even tell it was a child? He was mutilated! Just...just PULP, for fuck's sake!

Oh, and hell if we forget what they found in that crawlspace, God forbid we forget the mark left behind...

The Operator Symbol. With the lines bent.

///It///'s fucking around here, ///It///'s trying to scare us, and it's working. Holy shit, that little boy...

And He's not taking it too well, oh hell no. I've never seen Him so pissed, not even when proxies disobey Him, never.

We're all on edge here, I just want this to stop-

///It///'s outside.

Jack, Stephanie, you need to be caref


Sunday, October 17, 2010








Thursday, October 14, 2010







Tuesday, October 12, 2010


BITCHING is the key word, for what has happened. Lya, please take over while I go act stupid.


Instead of boring you with exposition, I'll just get to the transcript as recorded earlier. (Sorry for the lack of video, the camera has been absolutely REFUSING to work with the computer.)

*Chalkboard reads "Is Drew alive?" for several hours until yesterday afternoon. Slender stands by chalkboard.*

S: *gestures to board* Go on. Don't play stupid, I won the championship.

SM: *picks up chalk, writes* Heisalive.Hallowedbutalive.

S: *laughing* Oh, fucking RIGHT! *pause* But that doesn't fix the Hallowed problem.

SM: Whyshoulditstopyounow?

S: Huhsaywhat?

SM: Alexseemedquitelucidwhenhisgirlfriendcalledmeback.

S: I don't know, lot's of people think Marble Hornets was faked...

SM: Andwhatisitthatyouthink,Sandra?

S: I wait, Alex was Hallowed?

SM: Itwouldcertainlyseemso.

S: Seriously, I need straight ans...*realization* So...if Alex was Hallowed, and he was acting a little more normal in Entry 26...Halloweds can be REVERSED?!

SM: Precisely.

S: By just being away from you?!

SM: Iftheycanevadeforlongenough.

S:...Alright, now just cut the shit and tell me where Drew is. Jack's at the end of his rope here, Slender.

SM: MaybeIlikeitthatway.

S: Maybe you're an asshole. What the hell do you even want from them?

SM: Theyarequiteaninterestingcase...

S: Slender. Don't be a douche, just tell me.

SM: Intimeyouwillknow,m'dear.

S: M'dea-You've been into Lya's library again, haven't you.

SM: Andthus,ourconversationends.Ibidtheegoodnight,fairestmaiden.'Tilthedawnarrives,dreamofme. *Exits through the window*

S:...I swear if I ever meet the proxy, or agent, or WHOEVER THE FUCK TAUGHT HIM TO HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR... *camera shuts off due to low battery power*

...So, right. It would appear that yes, He has been in my books...and I'm kinda sick of His humor too, maybe He's just giving us a taste of our own medicine.


Okay, Sandra's coming back, so she'll take over now.


Pfft. This has been a good day...I REALLY hope Slender'll stop dicking around and just help us out for once.

Okay, now for something completely different....AHEM. WHAT THE FUCK.

Have any of you read Dare 2 Die? Especially the last post?

NO. A THOUSAND GODDAMN TIME NO. Either Ulryc's wifin' or Slender decided to fuck around with us, because I WILL NEVER believe that FUCKING ZALGO is a part of this. No. Bad boy.

I already have enough trouble sleeping, what with a psychotic baby chicken and a freaking Eldritch Abomination running around here. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT.

And back to happiness...



Monday, October 11, 2010

Sandra's Working

I think she might be trying to get some answers out of Him. He hadn't answered her inquiries about Drew as of noon today, but He might be in there right-hang on, Sandra has some thing to say.

This is incredible. I'm not sure whether I should be ecstatic or terrified. This is just amazing.

We're still clearing up the information and making sure nothing's lost in translation, but I'll explain once it's all clear.

Stephanie, if you're reading this, I need you to give Jack a message that I hope will make him feel better.

Don't give up on Drew yet, we might have a way to get him back.


...Holy shit.

I need to speak with her now.


Sunday, October 10, 2010


Alright, time to put some of my experiences to good use.

Lya has a huge chalkboard up in the room where I stay, and I sometimes use it to ask Him questions, which He doesn't always answer. Tonight, however, I'm making sure He knows how urgent this is.

I'm asking about Jack's cousin Drew.


Saturday, October 2, 2010


Please note that I may have forgotten some details. It has been around ten years, you know...

*July 18, 2000-Beginning Year One
-This is where it first started. I walk to the hospital to visit Lya after she was taken there due to an attack by a local bully (though she was too afraid of retribution to tell the authorities who it was, all of us knew). I take a shortcut through the woods, since I had been through them many times with my grandmother. I witness Him ripping apart and placing said bully in a tree. When He notices me, He returns a doll I dropped, then follows me out of the forest, stopping at the edge of the treeline. For some reason, I neither run, nor feel any substantial fear. This may be why He hasn't killed me...

*Year One
-Shortly after the first encounter, my parent's move me to another state, claim I was "traumatized" by the news of the boy's death, though I suspect they may know...
-First night in the first of many new houses: see Him on another rooftop. Still no fear.

*Year Two
-Several moves later and He still follows me. I eventually attempt speaking to Him, He doesn't respond.
-I watch Him kill another person. Still no fear.

*Year Three
-First real communication: I leave out a chalkboard overnight with a question, wake up to an answer. Simply ask if He knows my name, response: "YournameisSandra" Asking His, I recieve: "Ihavenoneedforone"
-He begins following me on my walks to school, where I explain how my day goes and He simply listens and departs afterwards.
-First attempt to find a weakness. Still not afraid, simply curious. Calling His attention, I run at Him and kick at His legs. Though He is not hurt, He is knocked back and seems somewhat surprised.

*Year Four
-First realization that He stalks others. I meet up with another person He stalked, surprised to find that the boy "James" as I will call him is both terrified and hasn't been followed long. After Jame's death, we move away again.
-Finally decide to choose a nickname. Decide on simply "Slender", which He doesn't object to. (Looking back, I laugh. Hard.)

*Year Five
-First indication of His "sense of humor". On the way home from school I point out a pinata and explain the concept to Him. Twelfth birthday, Lya, Matt, and I (they were still unaware) find a dead body in a tree. While they run off to find our parents', He shows up, pokes at the body with a stick, then hands the stick to me, covering my eyes with a tentacle. I hit Him instead, and He departs. (Morbid sense of humor, but there and indicating intelligence and the capacity for abstract thought)

*Year Six
-First indication that He wants me to stay alive. While walking home late at night cornered by some older teenagers with what I must assume (from the beating and nasty comments) were bad intentions. Before any serious damage is done, He arrives and kills one of them, sending the others running. With a badly hurt leg, He supports me on the walk home, and leaves without thanks. (While this seems altruistic, I believe he simply wants me alive for his studies on how some people resist him.)
-First notice He uses proxies/Hallowed to do some of His dirty work.

*Year Seven
-I again decide to test His weaknesses, starting with shooting fireworks at Him, then a bb gun. Neither work, He doesn't get upset but seems amused.
-By now I'm no longer fazed when He enters my room. I either briefly talk with him about trivial matters, or ignore Him completely.
-I meet several of his Hallowed, all of which seem to view me with contempt and disdain.

*Year Eight
-One of the Hallowed finally snaps at me, claiming he doesn't understand why He would "allow such a pathetic, worthless bitch to survive in His glorious presence". He then assumes that it is a test, and he must kill me, and attacks. Before he can, He arrives and drags him away. Upon later inquiry, he claims that "Heisdead.Donotworryabouthimanylonger" and "Hetriedtohurtyou.Noonemaytouchyouwithoutmypermission"
-I first notice a correlation between Him and the operator symbol when He draws it on my forehead with blood. Why that didn't at least creep me out, I have no clue.

*Year Nine
OhhohoSHIT. Where do I start.
-On the way to yet another new home, my parents die when He steps out into the road, causing them to swerve and hit an oncoming truck. Against all odds, while I am thrown from the vehicle, I survive with only a broken leg, a few crushed ribs, my left eye ruined beyond repair (had to be sewn shut) and my right eye cut slightly, leaving markings in the shape of the Operator Symbol. At the hospital He leaves a note on my portable chalkboard that He didn't mean for the accident to happen. I tell Him I hate Him for saving me when I should've died with my parents (He later confirmed that He did catch me when I was thrown from the wreckage as I suspected, and tried to keep me safe while the paramedics came).
-My spiteful words seem to genuinely faze Him, and He seems worried for my mental status and that He may lose his amusing little subject. When He attempts to cheer me up by (honest to God) LEAVING FLOWERS, I stop yalling at Him, and He seems content. He also seems curious when I cry over the losses, as if trying to understand a human's range of emotion.

*Year Ten
-With no family left, Lya is given custody, and I return to my orginal home town.
-I first read of the Something Awful forums and the blogs, and wonder how people could think Him to be a tulpa when He's been around for so long.
-When Lya notices strange goings-on, she begs me to tell her what's happening: I finally cave. Surprisingly enough, she believes me, but is afraid. She then asks me to let Matt in.

*July 18, 2010
-On my way to the hospital where Matt works, we walk through the same woods where I met Him. I ask Him why He stages the deaths of so many Halloweds, and how He could possibly do so.
-I tell Matt everything, and he accepts the stories when He shows up.
-Afterwards, while sitting on the swings outside of the hospital (no children were there due to the late hour and growing mist), He comes up behind me and begins to wrap His tentacle around my neck. Though I am slightly confused, I don't try to escape, and black out.

-I wake up to Him carrying me to Lya's house. Though I am now barefoot and wearing a different dress, I do not try to get away.
-When Lya is shocked to see me, she explains that I was found at the swingset on the ground, with a rope around my neck that appeared to have slipped off of the beam on the swings. Paramedics apparently found no signs of life, and ruled it a suicide. It seems that instead of telling me, He decided to show me how He stages deaths. Earlier in the day some of the townspeople attended my closed-casket funeral, and He later explained that He had snuck me out of the coffin the night before, replacing my "body" with sandbags equivalant to my weight. He still refuses to Hallow me, seemingly satisfied that I know how He does it.
-Shortly afterwards, Lya creates the blog. I'm not allowed to go out past the woods around Lya's house during the day, and if we want to go out in public at all, we have to go to a different county or even state so I'm not recognized.

So there you have it. I'm gonna go rest now. I hope some of this helps you out, though I doubt it will.