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?
(Silence.)
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) I...it... (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?
-Matt
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Searching
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.
-Matt
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.
-Matt
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Timeline
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.
*Afterwards...
-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.
-Sandra
*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.
*Afterwards...
-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.
-Sandra
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Advice
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.
-Sandra
(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.
-Sandra
Friday, September 24, 2010
Updates
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.
-Matt
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.
-Matt
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.
HOWEVER!
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: http://listverse.com/2009/04/24/top-10-bizarre-modern-paranormal-phenomena/
*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...
-Sandra
HOWEVER!
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: http://listverse.com/2009/04/24/top-10-bizarre-modern-paranormal-phenomena/
*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...
-Sandra
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.
Skål!
-Sandra
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.
Skål!
-Sandra
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