I figured I'm going to just type the contents for now, the farther into the book Aggy got the less legible the writing was. I'm not going to make you try to read it.
One thing that worries me was her finishing note. Up until that point she had switched to charcoal and almost all of the pages were completely black. But the final page looked clean and nice.
Here's a picture of it.
She's not going to be happy when she finds out I went looking for her anyway.
When you find it you'll know? Darnit Aggy! You're one of the blunter people in life. Now even you're talking in code?
She better be okay when I find her.
Here are some of the things in the journal that I thought were important.
Aggy's Tips For Survival.
1. Get comfortable with Him. Talk about Him often, and think about Him often too. He's not going anywhere anytime soon, no matter what it is your doing. So accept that this is how it's going to be, and get over it. When it comes to this kind of danger, the more at ease you are, the safer. If you have to, give Him a dumb nickname so whenever you think of Him you immediately associate Him with something funny. I use Mr. Kittykins, I'm sure you can come up with something better.
2. Don't stay in one place. I know it's been done, but keeping still usually ends in depressing out looks on life, and needless drama, which interferes with tip number one. Besides, moving keeps you focused on an action, which gives you less time to think about how doomed your situation is. That's another thing. Keep busy. I already know your good at that Opal so this shouldn't be a problem.
3. Just stay away from the damn trees! You're not doing yourself any favors by going in there, and believe me when I say it won't accomplish a thing.
4. Get a safety blanket, or a metaphorical one. Just something that makes you feel safer. For most people, it seems a machine gun is a safety blanket, or a rosary. For M it's getting up on roofs, and the guys on Marble Hornets have their cameras. If it makes you feel safe. Use it.
5. Get some music. Anything nostalgic, or uplifting. Anything that makes you feel happy or calms you. It's also works as an alarm system. If He gets close the music will turn to static. It's a nice early alert that can save you an unpleasant encounter.
6. You can talk to people. I know you suck at it, but I want you to still talk as much as you can. That's the thing everyone always forgets, and it makes me want to kick their asses when they do. NO ONE IS ALONE!!! I don't know how many damn times I have to say it! The proxies aren't alone, the runners aren't alone, the fighters, the victims, no one is alone but Mr. Kittykins, yet everyone is always whining about killing themselves or giving up. All of us are connected, in such a deep way no one even understands it yet. Every time we lose a person, we lose a part of us. Even the proxies hurt themselves when they kill victims, (though none of them will ever admit it, not even to themselves,) You're not alone Opal. Don't ever think you are.
7. And my lucky number 7...Don't Panic.
Aggy can be a bit of a character sometimes.
This was the other thing I found that I thought was important.
Throughout the journal Aggy has a bunch of notes and doodles. Like this page for example.
It's hard to read with all the charcoal, and operator symbols, but it looks like she was trying to describe something about how you can see Slender Man through a mirror. You can kind of see an eye and a dotted line. On the right side there's also a list of climates, and Desert was circled.
There was one page though, that while it was hard to read, there was quite a lot of writing on it, and the page was pretty devoid of any charcoal, so I assume she really was trying hard to keep it clean, since almost every other page was run over.
This was what it looked like;
Lignum Hypothesis
The human mind is so vast and complex that we have hardly begun to understand it's true potential. It's been said many a time that if we were to use our brains at their full capacity we could achieve a great deal more than conscious thought. Telepathy, telekinesis, clairvoyance even, who knows? It could be possible. But we of course have no way to prove that, and no one as far as the human race knows has ever been to activate their mind to such a potential. But perhaps something did activate it a long long time ago. Something from our nightmares.
The brain has so much room for error, it would be easy for something to infiltrate it and use our brains against us. A disease maybe? Or a parasite.
Sometime back in, I'm guessing the late turn of the 19th century, was when He first infected someone. I'm not sure how, but it was probably a child, and the location was somewhere very rural and isolated in Nevada. That child probably started seeing something in the woods, or in the corner of his bedroom, and he would tell his parents and they would worry, but never believe him. And then one day that child would be found dead. And then the next week his friends, then the week after that a little girl in the town over. For years and years He planted Himself in people's brains and used their senses against them, creating a concrete being through their mind. A sort of shadow that would follow and kill anyone who was infected. Every version of Him was a different, depending on the infected person. Some saw ghosts of their loved ones, or monsters with fangs and claws. At this point He wasn't the faceless business man we all know and love, it was too soon, and He wasn't nearly powerful enough to actually construct a consistent form. But then technology advanced, the world began shrinking, and people became more and more connected. It got easier and easier to infect more and more people. By the 1960's we were probably up to about 200-300 victims who were either dead, or were going to be very soon. This was when He probably began appearing more like Himself. There were definitely differences though still. He was probably a bit more transparent, and out of focus.
And then the internet rolled around, and He suddenly had access to billions and billions of people. Hundreds of millions of possible victims, all over the globe. Looking back there were probably many early posts about Him on the internet, but no one could really understand what they were, or if they found them, they didn't pay attention to them. Until one lucky winner finally got his fake paranormal picture recognized and the fire took off from there.
He can be whatever He wants to be now, but He's settled into a form He seems to like.
He's one being, but He has access to at least a thousand minds at this point, stretching out for miles and miles and stemming back to that first dead child. Kind of like a big tree when you think about it.
Red-Light, used a similar method to switch his bodies.
I think after you become infected the gates that keep you from using your whole mind unlock, and you start to realize your true potential, and you also open yourself up to a large hardwire of minds that our in-fact the brains of the other infected. I can hear it sometime when it's quiet, and I really focus. It sounds like a large chorus of screams. And then there's always the off chance if He finds a mind that's particularly strong or special, He'll crack it open and create a proxy. There's another hypothesis I'm working on about what quality a person has that makes them eligible to become a proxy. I think it might be something to do with a blood type.
Now that He's started, He'll keep going until He's infected the world. Why do you think you started that blog Opal? Or why I'm writing in this journal. We want to spread the word because He wants to. He feeds off of fear, and the more of it there is, the stronger He becomes.
You and I have a disease that is one hundred percent deadly with no known cure. It's as simple as that.
The only thing I've found so far that works is memory loss, but it's a temporary solution. Sometimes a person with a strong mind can create a way to kill Him that may in-fact work, but it wouldn't destroy Him permanently. The solution would only work for that one person, and they would probably just wind up infected again. I think that's what happened to Damien.
Think about a tree Opal. How do you kill a tree? You cut it off from it's roots, and wait for three days. Then the tree is dead.
How do you cut His roots Opal? What am I supposed to do?
After that she starts to doodle the (X)'s, and that's the last time she ever talks about this theory of hers.
It makes sense to me. More sense then the Tulpa theory. And there isn't much room for contradictions. Maybe a little in the dates and times, but most of it stays pretty consistent with the blogs I've been reading.
There was a picture on the page next to it.
Aggy's a Med Student who was trying to be a brain surgeon before all this started. (Thankfully she was nice enough to leave out all of the big complicated terms she put in her thesis so I could actually wrap my head around it.) She knows what she's talking about when it comes to the brain, so I'm guessing this hypothesis is correct.
It explains how he attacks different people at once, how sometimes he looks and acts different, and maybe even where he came from.
How do you cut his roots? I honestly don't know, and neither does Aggy so it seems. But it's a start, which is more than anything else at the moment.
I bought myself a new copy of Ender's Game today, (the other one got singed) and hung out and read in a coffee shop since I'm supposed to be taking it easy. Anne went out and bought groceries and some music for us to listen to in the car. Turns out she's a Julie Andrews fan as we now have Mary Poppins and the Sound of Music, to add to our road trip soundtrack. Sounds nostalgic and uplifting to me, so no complaints. She also got a CD with a compilation of great symphony pieces, the Beatles White Album, and a Muppets CD since it was on sale. I can hardly wait :)
Shout out to Nemo if he's reading this, since he's been a huge help in the last couple of days. Wanted to say thanks again.
I feel like things are going to get better, and I'm filled with hope for tomorrow.
Something is definitely going to happen soon, and whatever it is, is going to lead us to Aggy.
I know it.
- Opal
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