On The Lamp Post

I'm in an airport. There's a kid in a perfect Holden hat next to meet. My friends and I use to always look for them and they never had the right bill. It isn't safe here. I don't know how safe it will be in an air plane. It's high enough but I don't know. I just know I can't take a train. I haven't updated the past few months. I spent a lot of time trying to find a place to sleep. It's been getting cold in the city and I knew I couldn't sleep on roofs for much longer. Most of the street kids I've talked to said that they sleep in the subway during the winter. It's warm and you can just ride the trains all night. When I tried to tell them I couldn't do that they didn't have many other ideas. Like I said in my last post this made me kind of mopey and annoying and I just spent most of my energy on not getting killed and trying to figure out what to do. I had to break into a few apartments, which was really unpleasant, and I stole some girls' iphone. I didn't really do it on purpose and just meant to borrow it, but when I came back she was there waiting and I had to go. She stood up as I was leaving. She had long brown hair and wore a pink shirt and jeans. As I left she said something.

I think it was 'Wait.'

This all happened from September to October. I slept on roofs as it got colder and was only really happy when it was warm on rare days and the sun was out. My clothes are falling apart and I need a knew hoodie and a coat. I slept in libraries when they were high enough up and I could hide until they closed for the night, but it didn't feel safe so closed in. I thought a lot about going back to TN and to my house. I bet it's still there, just like I left it, things covered in dust and unused. It made me sad to think about it sitting there near the woods, all my stuff inside, my dad's computer room still as it was for all the years we left it alone, only going in when I was most sad, or upset. My mum's was still there too, but it had probably started to fall apart. She had more papers and the rats and mice had probably started to make nests in them. I thought about my brother's room, all covered in drawings he did after all this started to happened, my hand covered in charcoal after I had skimmed it across the wall before I had left. Mostly I thought about how warm it would be there.

And how dangerous.

Later in October I got a letter. It was a crumpled piece of paper that had been made into an envelope. It looked like it was written on a type writer. I didn't take a picture in time and it fell apart in my pocket. I copied down what it said:

Dear Dickens,

I heard you've met Thoreau.
They say he is a guide.
Don't believe them.
We are still on our trip.
The water is calm.
All the numbers are right.
1+1= 3

As ever,
Emerson

I think it was from James.

In November I checked the blog. Evidently crazy shit was happening that fell into 3 categories:

1. Robert Sage went fucking nuts and thought he found a knife that could kill Slenderman and hid in a shed somewhere. Meanwhile there were 3 new sages (read: crazy people) who were out doing god knows what around. People expected me to go and get this knife, even though I have no idea what the fuck it's actually suppose to do. I figured this was probably bullshit since, you know, it's a fucking knife fighting an 8 foot tall guy with no face who can fucking teleport, so didn't pay this much mind.

2. The FBI or some shit is killing people. I don't know much about this, and more information would be good, but evidently people are being killed by some government agents. This doesn't sound like it makes much sense to me, but if it's happening, it's happening. This is also why safe houses are a bad idea. The truth is, no place is safe and even if Slenderman can't get you, you still have to keep your eyes open for hollowed out people and whoever these people are, as well as the people who are living on the streets near you. I talked to 1 of the guys I think in a comment and don't know I could anything back, but either way, things may not be safe. But what the fuck else is new?

3. Maybe the craziest, Zeke is taking care of kids? It looks like our good friend Danny (you may know him from comments as the happy ball of sunshine that always brightens up bad situations) is 1 of them and he's pretty busy doing that while running from the law. Seriously though if people are running in groups like this now, which it seems like they are, remember to keep them small and try to remain spread out.

A few weeks ago I talked to Shaun and he said he was in Chicago and asked if we should meet up. He was going to be staying with somebody and it was time for us to get together. I said I would think about it. I walked around the next few weeks, cold and wondering what the hell I would do and where I would go and if I was going to have to go back to my house. Half way through that I fell asleep on the street. I sat down to figure out what was in my pockets and nodded off because it was cold. I was having the same dream I always have. My brother stares at me, sitting in a chair. I try to get up and talk to him but I can't. Then I felt something and my brother turned in his chair the way I remember he use to and it felt sharp. I woke up in the park. It was a part surrounded by trees, deep and hidden from most people. I realized I had been moved and I looked up and saw Him. I was pretty sure I was fucked when I heard a sound, or felt it I think. Like something went through the air like it does when I feel things shift. Like a scream but whatever drifts through the air that makes it heavy. A smell filled the air like blood, but not human blood, more like an animal and He stepped back slightly and stood still. I got the feeling like something was behind me, but didn't turn to look and just backed away until I was far away enough to run the fuck out of there.

I don't know what that was. I didn't stop moving from roof to roof for days after that. At this point I didn't know what the fuck to do and was asking around more and more what to do for the winter. I asked a group of street kids who lived in a park down town if they knew any good places people could stay. They said no but the they noticed the back of my hoodie. They said they had been asked if anybody with the symbol near them had been around by a few kids they said acted like junkies, and had told them to show the people who did something. I asked them to show me. They lead me up town a little ways and showed me this on a lamp post.



I realized I needed to get out of the city. I don't know who left that, or if it's even Slenderman, but I realized I needed to get away. Away from the parks, and away from the cold, and away from whoever's looking for me. I'm going to Chicago now. I'm going to meet up with Shaun. And I'm not going to find any fucking knives or fuck around with any crazy plans. We all need to focus on being safe and staying alive more then ever now. I can post more often now that I have the iphone. I'm surprised it hasn't been turned off. Ill try to answer comments from the last entry soon, maybe in another post. Leave any questions or anything in the comments and I'll try to be better at getting to them.

Now I have to go catch a plane and try not to have a panic attack. At least I get to watch TV and free snacks.

And at least I won't be on an island with a fucking park in the middle of it.

As always like I said leave questions and comments in the comments, and email if anybody needs to get in touch. Meanwhile I'm gonna try not to die in a plane crash or get attacked by Slenderman at 30,0000 feet. At least here's Wifi.

- M

Come and get me (sounds like something a hooker would say)

Come and get me.

What the fuck does that mean?

Fuck Zeke is back maybe and I have no idea what the fuck is up. The talking in code seems pretty hollowed out to me but who knows. That code was from the ginger bread man, who gets eaten, which points to things being pretty shitty for Zeke behind that door, but then he commented on Damien's blog.

Who is dead.

I always sort of thought that Damien was probably fake but who knows. I sure as fuck don't need another story about the the horrible shit going on in my life but even so, it seems like all the people who were in the game for a long time die. I guess I've been thinking about that a lot recently. How long it really takes for people being followed by Him to die. It seems like we always do, which makes sense since it pretty hard to constantly run from a guy with no face, but still. I wondered how long I could out run Him.

I guess I got sort of depressed. It's getting cold here so I tried to find places to stay for the winter and it's been hard. Somebody told me the subway but that's not safe enough. I may have to start breaking into people's places again, but that's not as easy in New York. I really had no idea what to do and with all this I guess I was what you would call kind of mopey.

Which makes me a huge pussy.

But really who isn't after loosing over 2 people in the course of a month?

Then fucking Zeke came back. And you know what fuck that. Fuck Zeke being missing for months. Fuck giving up. Fuck being sad. Fuck the weird ass dreams I've been having. Fuck Slenderman. I started this blog to help beat this and to help people be safe and live. I'm not much a fighter. I never have been. I'm not a hero and I'm not the guy who goes out and saves the day. But there are ways to beat this. Ways to keep going. And even if that means running it's better then giving into fucking Slenderman.

Fucking Zeke. What the hell does come and get me mean? People have been saying it's a taunt but I'm not so sure. It seemed more like a request maybe. Like he wants people to help him. But then that doesn't sound much like Zeke. That's what makes me wonder if he's hollowed out. His comment seemed to make sense, but it didn't seem like him. I mean don't get me wrong, it's the same snarky asshole we all know and love, but still, not something he would really say. At the same time it doesn't seem hollowed out. The cdode seems a little weird, but the comment makes sense. And if he's not Zeke and he's not hollowed out what is he? Also I want to know what the fuck that door is. If Zeke is back we better get a good fucking explanation of what the fuck happened when he tried to shoot Slenderman. I want everything! What was he wearing, what was He wearing, what happened, what they talked about (which they didn't because Slenderman can't talk hint hint at somebody who I know is reading who's name rhythms with 'dawn'), was the door hard to open, did he see Lizzie somehow in a weird Gladiator kind of way, and most importantly, what the fuck was behind the door?

Before he left, for all his jack assery, Zeke seemed to know what he was doing. Since he's left this thing has grown. I don't know how many people are actually being followed by Slenderman, but it's a lot more then it was even a few months ago and that makes Him stronger. Something's been changing for a long time and it's reaching it's end. Something is going to happen soon. I can feel it sometimes just when I'm walking or just sitting there thinking. Something in the air will shift and it will be like somebody is behind me. I'm dreaming more then before, even more then when I started dreaming again, and they're all the same. My brother is there in a chair. He's watching me in a dark room. He's just smiling and looking at me. I try to tell him he's dead, but he just smiles and says no. Sometimes James is there too. I don't know what they mean but I feel like they mean something. They mean something like the other dreams meant something. The trees, the path with the voice leading me down it, my brother starting at me. I don't know what these mean but it seems stupid to brush them off as just dreams. I'm not going to run into a forest or anything so don't freak out at me, but still.

Something is happening, or something needs to happen. Zeke is back, I'm dreaming again, and it's getting too fucking cold to sleep outside.

No lesson for today, but I do have 3 things to leave you with. 1 is can people comment if they're being haunted by Slenderman at this time? I'd like a rough number of how many of us there are. I knew somebody who did this a few months ago and could only name about 20 or so but I think it's grown since then. 2 is tell me if you've been having any weird dreams. Again no like 'I'm a shark in the ocean and my mother is there' stuff, but like stuff that may have something to do with all this. and 3, if you're really out there, and not too much of an asshole since you went through the magic door, comment on here Zeke. Tell me if you're still you. Or just a meat puppet of somebody who use to be kind of a badass. Annoying as shit, but kind of a badass. And as always leave questions in the comments and keep the emails coming. And if it is you Zeke, I had some fucking awesome coffee today.

- M

It's not a Tardis

Haven't been able to get online much recently. He showed up every day for past 10 days or so and it's been awful and it's sort of hard to go to an Apple store when you're constantly being followed by a guy with no face. I didn't sleep much, and when I did I only dreamed about the voice of a girl and dark tunnels and trees (but not the kind that talk, the kind that attack me). I use to never dream and now I do every time I sleep in an odd sort of almost awake way. My eyes don't seem closed, but when I wake up they open and I feel like I haven't slept at all, or I've slept for so long when really it's only been an hour or 2. Luckily the past few days have been better. I saw Him less, and then haven't seen Him all day. I think I stayed in the same places too long. Now I'm in a place right next to FAO and an Apple store, so it's pretty sweet. A little busy for me, but that's ok.

In any case seeing Him constantly and having to figure out how to run made me realize I've never talked about how Slenderman moves. I've actually been asked this a few times, mostly in relation to Him moving you, and the answer is I'm not sure. Slenderman shouldn't be in our world, so it would make sense He doesn't move like us. When He moves you certainly don't move through space like you normally do, and he seems to pop up everywhere like a mother fucker but how? The answer is I'm not sure. I don't think anybody really is. The people who get moved by him rarely remember it and it's not like you can fucking ask him.

Unless you could. Conversations with Slenderman (Shaun I swear to god if you try to make this your next experiment I will knock your teeth out).

Oprah could do it.

James use to have a theory about it. 1 day we were sitting around in a house we had broken into (like you do), and talking about being moved. James had been moved recently and had taken an interest in it. I asked him what it was like to be teleported, if he remembered. He said 'Slenderman doesn't teleport. That's just how He moves.'

He said that Slenderman, because He's not suppose to be here, does live on the same space time plane as us. He's in a different sort of mathematical reality, so His perception and way of interacting with space and time are different. Basically Slenderman isn't teleporting from room to room, it's all the same to him. Going from 1 town to another is like walking into another room for Him. James thought that maybe when He touched you it messed up your own space time line and made you like Him, unstuck from time, and you could move around like Slenderman as long as He was touching you. That's why it's so painful when He touches you, because we're not suppose to be in reality like that.

We need space and time to live. Without it we can't even picture the universe. That's why when Slenderman touches us, it hurts, because the universe doesn't work the same way around Him and our bodies don't like that.

This isn't to say that Slenderman can be in 2 places at 1 time. If Slenderman is in your room He's not also attacking your buddy across the street. It's just that you need to walk with both space and time and Slenderman sometimes only walks with space.

Then James went back to reading Calvin and Hobbes and I thought about how bad I was at math.

I don't know if all that's true, but I do think Slenderman travels differently in time then us, and I don't think it's quite teleporting. Slenderman can go from 1 place to the next, but sometimes I feel like He's no where in our world at all. Not that He goes to another planet or something, but just not here. I didn't get enough of the math stuff James showed me to know if the stuff he said made sense, but I do think that Slenderman probably has a different perception of space in that sort of way.

As for all the time travel bullshit I don't know if I buy it. I get loosing time, but I don't know if I believe that people are going to sleep on Saturday and waking up on Friday. Being moved fucks with your brain and I think it's just people getting confused. Also it's hard to keep the date right when on the run. 1 time I knew somebody who thought they were being moved in time, but really was just writing the date wrong in their notebook because they had 2 calendars that said different things and kept switching off checking them each day. I've never known anybody who's actually time traveled, and I really don't think He can push you back and forth through time.

Also I think people think He's teleporting because he just sort of appears. But you never really see Slenderman appear like out of nowhere, He's just sort of there, like He stepped into another room. It's always slightly hard to look at Him and I think that's just because the way He's moving through time is hurting it and wrong and it's hard to look at for humans.

Also the fact He has no face and is coming to kill you doesn't help.

I think James went to sea because he was tired of being moved. It happened to him a lot, and I think he just wanted to stop that. I checked his notebook 1 time and it was full of math notes about how to stick himself in space and time. I think that's why he decided to get on a boat and never come back if it would never happen to him again.

That's why he left the land.

All this stuff is hard to say for sure, but I'll just tell you guys watch out because He is fast and is not moving the way we are. People tend to think Slenderman is slow because He's s slow walker, but it's not true. If you ever come up against Him in that way and can't get to a high spot or draw a symbol the best bet is to look at Him and slowly back away. People try to run and it doesn't work, he'll just get you when you have your back turned. It's not like if you blink He'll get you, He's not a fucking weeping angel, but you do have to look straight on and not stop until you're away. Even if it hurts. And if He hasn't seen you yet don't run, it just attracts His attention.

Short lesson today, but an important 1. I got some interesting emails, so I'll share those next time. Right now I have to get the fuck out of this Apple store. People keep asking me if I need help and I keep having to meet their icey gazes when I was no. Sorry, Apple, I was always a Dell guy. It runs Linux better. As always leave questions in the comments and keep emailing.

- M

Fish

Elizabeth is gone. I realized what had happened a few hours after she posted about going down stairs and tried to go to where she was. I was on a roof and went down to the hallway of the building and I saw Him. He was standing there in front of me, just watching with His blank face. I stared back and I had a moment where I thought about closing my eyes and letting Him do whatever He was going to do. Then I had a sort of odd feeling. Like everything was shifting, and His head sort of tilted and He disappeared. I got moving after that and went back up to the roof and stayed there until morning. I went down and walked to where she had said she was. The diner she talked about was there and I went up to what I was pretty sure was where she was. I didn't find anything there, so I think that somebody else probably took the stuff, but it did look like somebody had been there. It smelled weird there, like ozone and fire. It was a pleasant smell.

After that I wasn't very well for a few days. After loosing Anthony and loosing Elizabeth I was about ready to sit down. I was so tired. I didn't know what to do.

I slept near the park for a few days. By the wall that separates the sidewalk from the trees. I knew it wasn't safe. I drew the operator symbol above me and that was it. Every night I'd look out over the trees and thought about sleeping in 1. I wondered what would happen. I didn't know what to do. I dreamed and all my dreams had a girl's voice talking to me in them. I would be walking down a road and hear the voice and feel like I hadn't walked at all, though the road behind me was long and far away. I didn't see Him. I still don't know why. You'd think that he would have picked me off when I was down below and not keeping my eyes open. I didn't see him, I wasn't moved, I didn't feel anything weird around me. I don't know why that is.

I had a dream on the last day I was there. A dream I remembered and was vivid and felt real like the other 1 I had. I was in the forest again. The mist made it seem gray and green and old. I looked around, wondering what I was doing there. The trees still seemed old and big. Then slowly, out of the trees, children came. They were white and transparent, like ghosts, but more firmly there. It was as if they were made of the mist. Their eyes were a sort of deep blue and they did not blink. They formed a sort of circle around me and looked at me. I starred at them, not feeling fear, or excitement, or much of anything.
'Find safety in the trees,' said 1 in front of me that I think was girl, though it seemed to vibrate against the trees and seem like all of them had said it.
'I don't know what that means!' I said louder then I had thought to.
'Find safety in the trees,' she said again and it echoed across the forest.
'What do you mean?' I asked.
'We are all together,' she said 'Like people. Like trees. Find safety in the trees.'
'The trees are dangerous!' I said and it felt like something was changing, like the wind had picked up except for that everything was blowing away.
'Not His trees,' she said 'the real trees. Find safety in the trees. We are all together. Like people. Like trees.'
Then everything seemed to sort of blow away and fade and she was in front of me, and took my hand. It felt like a jolt went through me, then just a sort of calm, soft joy. She looked up at me with her blue eyes, wide and staring at me with an calm kindness.
'There is a way to be safe,' she said.
Then she let go of my hand and sort of disappeared.

I woke up and it was day time. I pretty much jumped and walked away from the park. I walked away and tried to figure out what the dream could have meant. After a while I went to a store and checked my email.

Remember when I said I got an email from the guy with the just another fool email? I don't know if he's real or not. He sent me this:


'I saw him today
He didn't hurt me
I looked at him, and I saw not a monster, not a demon
But God
I realize now I was wrong to fear him
He was only watching over me, my angel
The flesh of fallen angels
My body no longer belongs to me, just as I deserve
It belongs to him, my God, my savior, my protector
I can help him
I can help him destroy those who would stand against him, and rally others
We can create paradise together
Just as you say, some may not be real
It will not matter
In time
You, the teacher
The strong man
The flood
She has dyed her hair red
And others
Perhaps
I cannot pretend to understand his infinite wisdom and grace
He does not speak to me
I am not worthy to hear his chorus
But I understand
I will help him
And I will begin
With
You'

It's a lovely poem really.

As you could probably already guess I was pretty pissed off to read this. I had lost 2 people I had tried to help in less then a month, 1 who was a friend, and now some guy with a just another fool email was sending me fucked up poems. I was pissed off and I sent back a pretty threatening email, but even afterwards I was still angry. How dare he threaten the people around me, or anybody who is already dealing with all this in general, or the people who were connected to them. It made me realize something. Even if I do not save somebody, even if I don't know how to fight Slenderman and only how to get away from Him, and even if I can't get everybody to team up or even team up if somebody wanted me to, I can still try to save people. With the blog, and by giving people information, and answering questions and doing whatever I can. I just need to keep going. We all just need to keep going. Because if we don't, then all the people who write crazy emails win.

No lesson again in this entry. sorry guys. I guess that's what loosing 2 people in less then a month does to you. I'll do 1 soon though. In any case I drew this on the building I slept on last night as a sort of memorial. I don't usually do that kind of stuff but still. As always, though I doubt there will be this time, leave questions or anything in the comments and email if you need anything.

- M

Teams

The past week has been shit. I mean more then usual which is saying something. Anthony from Lost Time is dead, which was probably harder on me then it should have been since I never met him and shouldn't care as much. I know it's all just stupid shit, like him reminding me of my brother, and the him being so young, but still it's hard. I've always tended to encounter people before but we always sort had an agreement that we would split up at some point. We were just watching each other because we were going down the same path at the time and would eventually not see each other anymore because we'd have to move, or would need to be alone, or die. Mimi, James, Warrner, Shandi, they were all the same. People I met on the road but not really friends. A lot of it was because teaming up, as I've said is dangerous, but also a lot of it was because we knew we were all marked and humans.

And humans have the unpleasant habit of dying. Especially people in our group.

Recently though, after starting this blog, I keep talking to people, hearing their stories and it's different. I don't know why but it is. It's weird not being lonely, or as lonely. Right before he died and locked me in the water tower my brother said something to me. He knew everybody was gone. He knew we would have to leave soon, even though I didn't want to. He walked me up to the water tower and we stood up there. The water tower had a sort of rail around it and a small gate. You unlocked the gate and could get to the ladder on the side of the tower. We stood up there, watching the sky, and then he began to walk around the little pathway, in a circle, not saying anything for a minute.
"What are you doing?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"We're really in trouble, M, this is serious," he said not looking at me.
I didn't say anything, just watched him pace some more, making laps around the tiny circle we were in. He stopped at the little gate and looked out into the sky. The sun was setting and the sky was turning an orange sort of colour.
"This can't go on much longer," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?" I asked "there's nothing we can do. We can't just give ourselves to him! We just have to keep going. There has to be something we can do."
"There's something we can do yeah," he said "I'm gonna try. I'm gonna take that asshole down."
"Yeah!" I said "Let's do it! When are you planning it?"
"Tonight," he said.

And then he sort of bolted as best you can in such a small area. He opened the gate and jumped onto the ladder. I ran over and saw him tugging at the lock in the gate.

It was an old water tower. That lock was breaking anyway.

He looked up at me, standing on the ladder. I think at this point I had realized the gate wouldn't open and was screaming at him. I don't remember what I screamed. I just remember trying to get the rusty gate open and looking at my brother on the other side of it, an odd look on his face. He looked regretful and sad and determined and in the end he just looked tired.

He looked at me with his sad eyes behind his stupid glasses as I screamed at him.
"Try to make friends, M," he said "You have to stay safe and get moving soon, but none of that is worth it if you don't have anybody. You have to go and find new people. Do that for me ok?"
And then he climbed down the ladder and ran back to our house. I stayed in the water tower all night. I finally got the gate open in the morning and went back to the house.

My brother was dead, I left, and didn't follow the last advice he gave me.

It's dangerous walking around in groups. 2 people are dangerous, a whole group would make Him even stronger and you more of a target. Rereading this blog less then a month ago I wrote that I didn't want to team up with anybody. It was too dangerous and there was no reason to.

Now I'm not so sure.

I've met so many people recently. People who need help, or are on the road too, or are just trying to stay alive. People keep talking about meeting up, and now I don't know. Maybe it would be better. Even if it does make Him stronger maybe a group would be strong and safer. I don't really think the rules can change that easily or that being in groups is safe. I've never thought that.

But then I use to think the trees were save when I 1st started out.

I still feel like things are changing. There are still shifts in the air sometimes. I don't know why, or what it means but I just feel things are changing. I don't know if that means he's getting stronger, or weaker or just changing. But thing feel different and now I know other people feel it too.

Things are changing, and maybe that means it's time to start putting together teams.

I never thought I'd say that. But then I never thought I'd touch a tree either.

And I did that yesterday.

Not like close to it, there was a wall in between us. But still. I grazed the side of it with my finger tips.

Then I ran about 5 miles away from there as fast as I could, got up onto the highest building I know and came back to my senses.

So maybe it is time to team up. Because things are changing. Zeke and Anthony are both gone, if not dead. He took out 2 people in less then a month. He's changing. We need to change too to beat him, and maybe that means, if not fighting back, at least teaming up. And I don't know if I can deal with somebody else dying near me anytime soon. As unrealistic as that sounds.

Sorry this isn't a real lesson today, guys. I'll try to do 1 soon. As always, though I doubt there will be about any of my personal bullshit, leave all you questions or anything in the comments and keep the emails coming! Now I'm gonna try to find something cheap to eat and a place up high.

- M

Signs of being hallowed out

The last few days have been rough. I've been getting a lot of emails from people recently and as much as I like hearing from people (keep the emails coming!) it is hard to hear about everybody being afraid and running. I tell people not to be scared, but I don't know how realistic that is. People tell me that I'm fighting and I don't know if I am. I'm fighting it, but I'm not fighting it like other people are. I'm looking for a way to end this. Like I said before this is our fault, I'm just here to clean up, not kill Slenderman. I don't even know if that's possible. But to say not to look, to say not to try to do that, to not do that at all just seems like a cop out to me. I feel like everybody holds answers, everybody hold a piece of the puzzle, and that together maybe we can do something, but I don't know if that's true. I don't know if there's anyway to stop this besides forgetting about it. And that's not gonna happen any time soon. I feel like I should be doing something to fight, but I don't know what that is.

I feel like it has something to do with my dream, but what?

I've also been pretty worried about Anthony from Lost Time. His last entry was pretty grim and he hasn't posted anything. I don't even know him but still. I almost couldn't check his blog tonight because I was so afraid of what I would see. But I did and nothing had changed which I guess was a good thing. Also Zeke still isn't back yet. It's been a week, Zeke where the fuck are you? We can wait all night. Or was the door too scary? We better get a video out of this like you promised or else you are a liar. Don't leave us hanging, dude! Yeah I know don't taunt Zeke he'll come kick your ass. Like I give a shit. I've seen Slenderman, I'm not afraid of some cop from New Hampshire or whatever. Fuck.

I wish he'd come kick my ass.

At least we'd know if he was still alive.

In any case like I said I've gotten a few emails from people over the past few days. 1 was from Scarlett, who is being followed (more on this as it updates, just want to keep you guys posted as to what's going on so I don't leave you in the dark), and 1 was from Shaun River. Shaun is on the run and emailed me (his blog is here just for the record: http://beinghunted.blogspot.com/)and actually brought up a really good point after I asked him how long he had been being followed which was:


'How long have I been followed? I'd say it's been a year or so now, but that's somewhat blurry...the first month almost left me hallowed.

Which is something i think you should likely address some time on your blog. Being hallowed isn't an immediate or inevitable process, I'm sure you know that. But it would probably do people some good to know what the 'symptoms' are. The black outs while awake, the sickness, all that. It's pretty intense stuff for most people, but i'm sure there've been those who it's been different for.'

After that I sat there for a minute and stared at the computer I whammed my head against the desk until the people at the store I was at gave me weird looks. I haven't covered this and it's extremely important.

I have sort of touched on this before. That you shouldn't trust somebody who's been hallowed out and that it happens to people quickly sometimes, but can also happen over the course of a few months and sometimes starts to happen but isn't completed because the person can fight it off. But I think another good thing to know is how to tell somebody is being hallowed out. It's pretty easy to tell if somebody already has been. They start to run around and talk to code and trying to kill you, that kind of stuff, but before Slenderman takes them over they're still people, and there are ways to tell if it's happening to somebody.

Listen to me. I sound like I should be teaching health class.

No Slenderlove with out protection, kids.

Wow I just grossed myself out so badly.

And on that disturbing note here's the lesson for today. Basically being hallowed out is based a lot on being touched by Slenderman. It's how He takes control of people. Slenderman shouldn't be here. He's not part of the natural world and when something like that touches us our whole system shuts down. and that's where a lot of the symptoms like Shaun mentioned come from. There are 3 major symptoms of being hallowed out.

1. Blacking out.

Really only you can tell if you're having this symptom since it's tied in with number 3 and another person really won't see you black out. Black outs happen when Slenderman touches you because your body shuts down. Usually people experience it for long periods of time because Slenderman is moving them. I haven't been moved in a long time and actually never blacked out and was moved. My brother use to talk about this a lot though. He would say he 'fainted' and woke up in other places. I don't know why Slenderman moves people and doesn't kill them. It's usually to make them do stuff for Him before their completely hallowed out, but sometimes He just moves them and I don't know why. I had a friend that said it was actually how He moved around. That Slenderman needed a certain kind of person to take with Him so He could move around in our reality. But I'm not sure how true this is. Slenderman isn't always seen with a person so how could that be true? In any case if you find yourself blacking out, and waking up in other places (or even the same place) it probably means Slenderman is trying to hallow you out. Tell somebody right away (only you can prevent hallowing out!) and take precautions.

2. The cough

Like I said your body doesn't really respond well to being touched by something not from this reality, so when it's around you for long periods of time, or touching you, you tend to to get sick. This usually results in a cough and feeling faint when he's close by. This is also the symptom that's most easily spotted by other people so if somebody you know has developed a cough they may be in the early stages of being hallowed out. Now don't jump all over your friend if he has a cold or something, but still keep a look out. Marble Hornets says there are pills you can take that make it so that you're sick when around Slenderman, but like I've said Marble Hornets is fake and I don't really know what good a pill that lets you be around Slenderman without getting sick would be. That means your body is working well and tells you if you're coming into contact with Him and don't know. It's imprtant and you should listen to your body in that case. Just like you would with anything else.

3. Disappearing for periods of time

This is the flip side of blacking out and the part people around you can see. If you have a friend who seems to go missing a lot and they say they've been blacking out, then it means Slenderman is probably moving them, even if they end up in the same place they were originally. The real thing that I'm not sure about when it comes to this is when people don't remember black out exactly and just sort of disappear then wake up in random places or wherever they last remember sitting down to play video games. I'm not sure where they go in this period of time and that's what confuses me. I don't know where Slenderman is taking them and I don't think anybody really does, but He's definitely touching them which makes me think he's moving them somewhere.

There are of course other things. People get the notebooks a lot when being hallowed out, but everybody gets the notebooks so it may not be that and just your body's natural defense mechanisms kicking in. You will see a different sort of notebooks though from people who are being hallowed out. More of it will be in code, it will be more cryptic, and this is usually when people write messages to other people or just themselves ('help', 'sees him', 'he's there', and my personal favorite 'it hurts'). Being hallowed out can happen at any number of speeds. Sometimes it happens to somebody in a minute, but it can take months as well. If you watch a person close enough it's avoidable and even somebody who's pretty far gone can be brought back. You just have to be careful and watch the people around you and yourself for the signs.

So that the lesson for today: watch for sign of being hallowed out, and if you see them take the right precautions (following the rules, writing the (x) symbol, and being aware of what's around you). It's a pretty straight up lesson today, but I needed yo do an entry on this or else I'd feel like a huge dumb ass. Before I go (and I have to soon because it is late and the woman who's lap top I borrowed could wake up at any second) I do want to post something really quickly that Scarlett send me that I thought was interesting:


'Here's what I know about trees and brains.
Trees communicate with eachother kind of like how a brain communicates, a forest is basically a big brain. They can communicate danger, like forest fires, but they can't do anything because they're trees. Perhaps there is something to do with communication of danger, recognition, that he feeds off of? ALthough I do believe the trees very well may be his spies.'

I don't know if the trees are his spies, I don't think so. The trees in my dream, like I've said before, didn't seem bad, they didn't even seem like Slenderman. Even so I do think the idea that trees communicate with each other and are like a big brain is interesting. Maybe the trees are just as scared of Him as we are. Maybe they know He's evil and want Him to get away from them. It sure seemed like that in my dream anyway.

In anycase send me emails if you need anything and as always leave your questions or anything in the comments. Now I have to get the hell out of this diner before the guys running it realize I don't know this woman.

- M

Keep running

It's been raining here a lot recently and still been hot. I go places and I smell like a wet dog. I don't think I've actually been inside for about 4 days. I got another email from a person asking for help, but they never got back to me and I think it was a fake. They had a 'just another fool' email but said they had never heard of Slenderman before now. If Slenderman is following you, you've heard of Slenderman beforehand, it's been passed on somehow (except with Anthony, which still bothers me). Even so I've mostly been wandering around the city, thinking about the Hawkers, and my brother, and the fucking trees. Also Zeke from Seeking Truth is gonna go open that door he keeps talking about so that should be pretty exciting/horrifying.

Not to mention the fact he probably won't come back alive.

Anyway enough of this shitty personal stuff, time to actually do a lesson. A lesson I thought I had already taught, but obviously had not pressed hard enough, which is you need to keep moving and you need to run. I mean really people, it's 1 of the 3 rules, this shit is important! I know it's hard to just up and move and start going on the run, and I know it's hard to be on the run, but know what's harder? Seeing everybody you like die or disappear. I'm tired of having to tell people to move and run and then seeing 2 weeks later they're still in their house. You need to leave and you need to leave as soon as you can. Because if you stay near the people you like when Slenderman is following you, it's like you've killed them.

Like I said, I know running isn't easy. you need to remember you're going to need food and water and to stay sharp when you're sleeping outside or on the street. If you're young try to team up with somebody else so you'll be safer. Bring warm clothes even if you don't live some place cold. Be careful who you talk to or go with. These are important things to remember. You don't want to be running from Slenderman and then get picked off by some homeless guy.

But then people still don't want to leave. They're afraid that they won't make it, or don't want to leave the people they love, or think they can stay and fight.

But you won't make it if you stay, and the people you love are screwed if you stay.

As for fighting, I don't know about that. I'm not a fighter, I don't do that kind of stupid hero shit. That's good for some people, but I have no idea if it will actually work, or if you're just running into death. At this point we don't know enough about Slenderman and what can hurt Him, or even if there's anything that can, to go off and fight Him. Without the proper research we don't have enough information to go fighting Slenderman, so it's better for now to run.

Because if you don't run you will die.

In the comments for the last entry Elizabeth asked (I read your blog by the way, Elizabeth, and you need to start running) 'About how long does one survive if they don't run?' The answer is about 2 weeks. People can get picked off pretty quickly if they're minds snap and He takes them, but usually if they really just sit around and let Slenderman get them like most of the people who made early Slenderman blogs it takes about a month in all, 2 weeks after they really start seeing Him.

Slenderman likes to play with His food.

Then again some people are different. A few months ago I met a girl named Shandi who lived out in the woods. I found her house 1 day when walking down a road and I saw it out of the corner of my eye. I almost didn't go look at it, but then I saw it.

A huge red (X) on the up stairs window of the house.

Like I said I'm not a hero, and I'm not about to run into a forest, but when I see a house covered in operator symbols I'm gonna go investigate. I mean what if there were people in there. I can't fight Slenderman, and I'm not so much for teaming up, but I can't just leave other people to fight Him alone. I can't live with that.

I pretty much ran the whole way to the house. The door wasn't locked and I went in. Every room was empty, the wood of the house was rotting, and everything seemed odd and wet. It was like the house hadn't been lived in for 40 years, though it looked like a new 1. Small, but not an old style. Then finally I made it up stairs, to the bed room in the middle of the hall between 2 others and saw her. She was sitting on a wooden chair, her hair sandy blond and thick and greasy. She clothes were the faded colours of the house and her glasses were smugged and dirty. She stared at the same spot in the wall, her hands in her lap and she was so still that when I 1st saw her for a moment I thought she was dead.

She didn't talk to me until I went right next to her and asked her a few things. All the time I was there she only told me a few things about herself and she didn't talk very much. Everything had started happening to her about the same time it had started happening to me. The house hadn't always looked like that, it had been normal. But Slenderman had been in it a few time, tried to set it on fire, basically attacked it from all sides. Her mom, dad, and sister had all died. She didn't know what had happened to her friends. She was home schooled so she didn't really have many anyway. After her sister was killed, who was 9, she had gone crazy, tried to kill Slenderman anyway she could. Tried to burn down the house herself when He was in it. Nothing had worked. Shandi had gone into the woods and tried to shot herself after all that. But it didn't work. He moved her back to the house too quickly. She couldn't live and she couldn't die.

After that Shandi stopped caring. When I lived in the house, mostly because I felt too bad to just leave her behind, she barely ate, or slept or did anything besides sit in that chair. Sometimes she talked to me, or told me stories she made up, but that was about it. She never even got the notebooks. She was too strong to be taken, and too weak to beat him.

She had lived in the house without running for months, and she was still alive. Then 1 morning I woke up, the room dark with His large form blocking the window.

He looked at me. I don't know how something without eyes can look at you, but he did, and he knew. He touched my shoulder too. It felt like being touched by glass or some soft, burning liquid. Everything went white and fell apart for a minute. Then he walked out of the room and by the time I made it out into the hallway and into her room, He was gone and so was Shandi.

I guess that answers Elizabeth's other question 'How close have you gotten to it?'

This doesn't mean that you can live as long in the house as Shandi did, keep in mind. Shandi was unusual. Like I said it usually only takes 2 weeks. But even if you're strong, if you think you can wait him out in your house, you can't. He'll get you in you stay still, even if it's after days, or weeks, or months. He'll find you, and He'll know where you and everybody you love is, and He'll kill you.

So that's the lesson for today: If you see Slenderman run, and keep running.

As always if you have any question or comments email me or leave them in the comments. For now remember to stay safe, don't listen to your dead brother, and maybe think good things about Zeke. I'm gonna go a place to take a shower or something.

- M