Slender Man Strikes Again!

And I thought he wouldn't come after me. Guess I was being hopeful.

So there I was, at the Starbucks parking lot (free wifi!) when I saw something move in the trees. Being the paranoid person I am, I looked just to make sure he wasn't there, but of course, he was. But I didn't do something stupid like get out of the car to get a closer look. I slammed my foot on the pedal and got out of there as quickly as possible. And after about an hour of driving 80 miles per hour, I finally stopped at a gas station and bought some chocolate.

So it looks like I'm getting stalked, too. I thought I would feel different, but it pretty much feels the same. I suppose because I never felt like I wasn't stalked by him in the first place.

Well, I'm tired. Good-night.

god no

Aggy is dead. Oh God, Aggy is dead.

OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD

HE KNEW!!! HE KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME!!! THAT'S WHAT HE WANTED!!!

THAT'S WHY!!

OH GOD!!!

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!

NO NO NO!!!

WHY DID I?

WHY AM I?

OH GOD!!!

I hear it. I hear it Aggy. It isn't walls. You knew because I knew.

SHUT UP!!!

GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!!!

NOT TRUE NOT TRUE NOT TRUE!!!

Have to calm down. Have to type.

Think about the House.  Think about the House.

Have to get to the House.

OH GOD NO!!! WHY DID I?

NO I'M NOT YOU!!! I'M OPAL!!!


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of course im opal.

but whos opal?

opal wouldnt do this

opal would

opal wouldn't have gone through the path

opal would

opal knows who she is

no she doesnt

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⊗phelia.

the world just changed.

there's one less person in it.

This Sucks

Figured I should state the obvious. What with Opal gone, things have been weird.

First of all, the guy in the red mask stopped following me (yay!) I suppose it's because he's after Opal, not me. Still, it's been so quite it's becoming eerie.

Let's pretend everything's going to be fine for a second and look at the facts.

1. For whatever reason, Opal's gone off on her own. Based on her wording, it appears that she thinks she can solve all of his on her own.

2. She keeps referring herself as Ophelia, supposedly from Hamlet. Now, as we all know, Ophelia went crazy near the end, but this is causing bad thoughts, so let's stop there.

3. She's counting down. If you look in her tags, it says "Ophelia has ____ days to save the world." Yesterday, it was one day, so whatever it is will happen today.

4. I'm sure that it has come to your attention that Opal is no longer considered mentally stable. Now, according to my high school psychology class, mental illnesses can derive from three things: genes, environment, and experience. I'm assuming the majority of her case is from experience, but I suppose it could be some of all three. Of course I'm not an expert, and I don't know everything about her. She never really did talk about her childhood.

5. Opal must have seen some cop shows, because she's awfully hard to find. No registered car, no credit card, and she must have either turned off her phone or got a new one, because whenever I call her, it leads straight to voicemail. This way, the police can't track her calls, which makes it difficult to find her.

That's about everything my brain can process at the moment, which isn't really much. I know that I've had so much time to think about it, but it feels as though I've been busy. Perhaps it's because my mind is going completely numb. For the most part, all I can hear in my head is, "Just keep going, Anne. Keep moving forward." Rarely have I had an actual thought come across my brain.

I even forgot about this blog for a while. It didn't even cross my mind, probably because Opal usually posted. I wasn't too involved with it until recently.

And of course, there's the paranoia. Now, I have yet to spot an actual sighting of Mr. Slendy and Mr. Masky, but I keep thinking that I do. Every bump, every figure at night, or every shadow in the trees, it looks like him. I know it isn't, but I can't help but look just to be sure. I suppose that's how he tortures people

This can't be good. People who tend to think about him a lot start to be followed by him, and I already have to worry about Opal. I don't have time to worry about myself.

Anyway, I can't promise how often I'll update, but I will try.

Good-bye

Bye.

I'm leaving. I said I couldn't stay. ⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,
Maybe I'll See You Around....⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,

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-Opal⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,⊗phelia,

Well I Guess It's Time I Make With The Explanations...

Some of them at least.

There's still stuff I think I'd rather leave to my self at the moment. I don't know what to make of it, and I don't want to think about it all.

So I'm going to start at the middle of this enchanting story.


The Story of How Opal Jones Got Kicked Out Of A Burger King After Having A Psychotic Episode

The night I disappeared I did something I probably shouldn't have. To be fair the situation was a bit desperate but again, I am positive I wasn't thinking straight at the time.

Damage is done now anyway, and there are probably at least four people who want to clobber me with a brick.

I had my reasons.

So this all ended with me in a Burger King in Vermont waiting for Spencer Fitzgerald to come and get me.

And this is where things start to take a turn for the weirder.


"So why are you here?"

Have you ever had a wall start talking to you? I'm amazed I took it as well as I did at the time. Granted it wasn't really talking, but it felt very real in my twisted up brain.

I stopped and looked around to see if anyone else was hearing this. But the whole place was empty, there was no one there. Everyone who had been there a second ago had just vanished.

"I asked you a question," said the wall. "Can't you hear me?"

"You're a wall, you're not supposed to talk," I told it.

"Well it seems like nowadays everyone is doing things they aren't supposed to," said the wall.

"Yeah, but a talking wall goes against the laws of physics," I said giving it a glare. "You can't think, and you can't talk."

"Of course I can't," said the wall. "You're just crazy, haven't you realized that by now? You're crazy Opal."

"I know I am," I said. "I don't need you reminding me."

"Why don't you stop arguing for a moment and just answer the question?" it asked.

"I'm here because there's something important I need to tell my friend." I told the wall. "And I got a little confused in the getting here part."

"Really?" said the wall. "You sure you aren't running away?"

"I'm not running away." I told it. "I had to leave."

"You left your friend all alone," said the wall. "She could die because of you."

"She could die if I stayed." I exclaimed. "Me being there wasn't doing her any favors."

"Neither is you being here."

"Shut up." I told the wall.

"Anne wouldn't be in this mess, if it weren't for you. Neither would Aggy."

"Shut up!"


"Opal, don't you get it? Everything that has happened is your fault. That's why you're running away. You want to help but you can't. You'll just make things worse for yourself and everyone involved."

"Shut up!" I screamed. 

"Don't be so upset," said the wall. "It'll only last a little longer, when you die it'll be better for everyone."

"But I don't want to die," I said. "Not like this. Not without doing something."


"Why shouldn't you die Opal? Why do you deserve to live?"

The whole room was freezing, and I was coughing more than ever. All of the walls were suddenly screaming things at me. The room was spinning.

"Why do you keep trying when all you do is cause burdens for others? Why can't you just be grateful you had your chance at life and this is how it's going to end?"

"Shut up!" I screamed, I grabbed the shovel from where I'd set it next to me and raised it.

"Look at you Opal. Can't you even answer a simple question?"

Then I smashed a hole in that wall...

...And suddenly a pair of arms grabbed me.

I was back in reality. People were screaming, and a man was on the phone calling the police. There was still a hole in the wall.

I hit someone in the chest with the shovel and knocked him over, and I ran. I kept running until I managed to duck into an alley.

And that wasn't even the low point of my day...

When Spencer found me, he was covered in blood, and angry for reasons I don't blame him for. He was sick, and he kept vomiting black stuff.

He killed a proxy while coming to get me. Because of me that person is dead.

Spencer didn't leave a lot to look at, but I could tell whoever it was hadn't been much older than me.

What gives me the right to live while that person dies?

I'm at the House, the place the couriers live. If you don't know what that is go read the blog, I keep posting links to it.

When I got in August was very happy to see me, which felt terrible considering all of the trouble I was causing. He gave me the big grand tour and made dinner and all I could do was follow along and wish I could fall asleep.

Long story short, I wound up puking all of that great dinner up and wandering around until I just passed out on the floor.

Spencer had to fix that too.

Nemo's here but he's avoiding me like the plague, (unless you count him talking me into stealing the kitchen from August so he could get his pancakes, which by the way I apologize for)

So why am I here?

I thought I knew. But now I realize it's for a completely different reason.

I'm here because I want to change my own fate...and I'm endangering everyone because of it.


I don't think I'm going to stay long.

The walls keep whispering to me, and they keep saying the same thing.

...I'm starting to wish I 'could' die.

But of course some things are certain.

Hey Anne.

Guess what?

I'm not Dead.

I should be, but I'm not. Although I probably have pissed a few people off in the last 24 hours. The shovel is still in the trunk if you didn't notice. I got a new cheap one.

I know I have like a million missed calls from you, but I can't really come to the phone at the moment.

I'm going to be fine though. And I had my reasons for doing what I did.

I don't regret my decision either.

Tomorrow I'll probably be awake enough to explain everything but for now I just want to go to bed.

Keep safe. You should be fine for the moment. It's not you that creep is after.


I'll be back soon.

- Opal

Certainty

One of the things I live by is that nothing is ever certain.

Things can never be certain, otherwise there is no faith, and no hope.

Anne, when you read this, I'm not going to be with you anymore. I'm going away. Hopefully I'll be coming back very soon, but for now I there's somewhere I need to go.

Corwin, you can always quit a game if you want, but you and I aren't those kinds of people are we? If we do not play by the rules than we cannot achieve victory, and we cannot accept and learn from defeat.
 
I should be able to post again soonish. For now I think I should be vague with my details.

I'm sorry.  Especially to you Anne. I don't want to leave you here, I really don't. But this isn't the last you're going to hear from me, I promise.

And if you, you smirking ugly bastard, are indeed reading this, which I am "certain" that you are.

Know this. I am not afraid of you, and I am not afraid of the one that stands behind you.

And if you are so "certain," that I will not pull a gun on you to protect the people I care about, like you say you are.

Then you are dead wrong.


...You and I both...


Now I think it's time I put some of my research to use.


See Ya On The Flip-Side

- Opal

We Really Need a Break

Opal needs one more than I do, so I really shouldn't be complaining.

A lot has happened lately. It's hard to sum up, so I'll just tell you.

The day started off normally. We were eating breakfast, and Opal suggested we go to the library. I was originally against it, since Opal has been doing nothing but research, but I agreed since our car was getting pretty claustrophobic. The trash we accumulated was starting to pay rent. On the way to the library, Opal spotted the guy in the red mask again. But Opal figured he wouldn't follow us in a public library.

Once we got inside, Opal ran off like a little kid in the candy store.

"We better look in the mythology and psychology sections. Oh, and if you see anything about a fourth dimension or Australia, pick it up."

I raised my eyebrows at her eccentric combination, but did as she said.

Doing this felt weird. It felt as though we were back in college, on one of our study dates the day before exams. And then I remembered where we were, and what we were doing. Never again will I complain about something silly such as exams. It will be a luxury to have such a thing.

Then near noonish I think, things started to go downhill.

Opal started coughing uncontrollably. I asked if she needed some cough syrup, but she insisted she was fine.

"We're going to run out if I keep taking it," she said. "But you aren't feeling well, either, are you?"

She was right. I've been getting headaches from time to time, which makes it really hard to think. At first I thought they were my usual headaches I get from stress (and I have a right to be stressed) but these are different. They come and go very quickly, and are sometimes accompanied with loss of vision (it only lasts a few seconds).

We were talking, and suddenly Opal said she felt sick. She ran to the bathroom, promising it will only be a second.

I waited a few minutes, until a few turned into thirty. When I walked in the bathroom to check on her, Opal was gone. There was a pool of blood all over the sink.

I almost started to get sick myself.

"Opal?" No response.

I ran out as quickly as possible, grabbing Opal's notes on the way to the car. As soon as I got in and locked the door, my phone rang. The caller ID said it was Opal. But the person on the other line was not Opal.

"He dropped her off at a nearby park," said the voice. It's masculine tone contrasted Opal's high, feminine one.

"Who is this?" I asked. My hand was shaking.

"Not anyone concerned with your well-being," the man replied smoothly.

"You're the guy in the red mask," I said. "You've been following us."

"Well, aren't you smart? Should I give you a gold star?" the man sneered.

"Is she okay?" I demanded.

"She's been better," replied the man.

"You better be gone by the time I get there," I threatened.

The man laughed and hung up.

It was easy to find her. She was doubled over a tree, with a book in her hand.

I asked what happened, and she told me that she just threw up and passed out. And when I asked her about the book, she mumbled something about Hamlet and Elmer Fudd.

"Let's go," I said.

"...I don't feel right" Opal said.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since this coughing started I've been feeling really off. It's not that I'm sick or anything. It just feels wrong."

"He isn't getting to your head, is he?"

Opal insisted that he isn't.

Things have settled down now. Opal's staring out the window. I told her that she should probably not get on the computer tonight. I want her to get her mind off of this for a little while. If that's even possible.

But I suppose that's all for now. I have informed you what you need to know.

Until the next time.

Hack, Hack...

May I be the first to say that the physical aspects of Slender Sickness really aggravate me. I hate coughing up my spleen every other ten minutes. It makes these things so much harder to write. I need some cough pills or something.

Alright, so I've been trying to organize everything I know about Slender Man. That being everything I've seen and done in the course of this blog.

I'm even managed to break in my new journal with all my notes so hurray for me.

So far there are a few things that have been bothering me.

The first is how I got infected.


My Kindergarten drawings basically say that I've been infected for a while. But why on earth would Slender Man wait fifteen years to come after me? Probably cause he didn't think I was worth the trouble. And even though I know that I've probably had this for a while, that still doesn't explain how I was infected.

The second thing is how Aggy got infected, and what it is she was doing that year after she moved out. She was doing something all that time, and I'm almost positive those videos she had were Slender related some how. If there was anyone who knew the answer to question number one I'm assuming it was her. However by the way things look right now I'm probably going to have to figure this out on my own.

And the last thing that's been eating at me is how this hacker keeps getting into my account. I found out yesterday from Nemo that my friend in the red mask is buddy-buddy with the hacker and he's been getting info out of my email. Calls himself the Amused Onlooker. (The name itself makes me want to punch him.)

But the only way this hacker could've possibly guessed my password is if he could read minds because my password isn't even a word. Yet somehow he keeps managing to break in and write some crap about being invisible or demons on my blog, gives the stalker a handout of my recent activity and goes on his merry way.

God I feel like I'm living in a fish bowl. Don't even know why these jokers are bothering with this whole routine. It's not scary it's just annoying, and the info on my blog isn't even useful. Most of it is me running around asking people questions about crap I don't understand.

For the meantime though, I'm going to ask you don't email me stuff you don't want proxies knowing because it seems like my stuff is no longer safe.

Ironically, I had a very long talk with Nemo last night. He can tell you the details, if you really want to know.

I'm also looking up how to make smoke bombs now, to go along with my shovel. Sorry Nemo, no fire bombs.

North Dakato is very pretty, and Anne came out with the brilliant idea of hiding out in Hospital parking garages. They're huge, it's not weird for vehicles to be there for long periods of time, and if things go haywire we can just go inside and get patched right up.

So there's my update for today.

Things have been going south for a lot of people lately, especially over with the couriers. Try to stay safe people, and don't push yourself farther than you can go.

If anyone is in need of a shovel you know who to call.

- Opal

...Tonight was...

Eventful.

I've been sort of going over my blog, and there's somethings in here that are odd, that I wasn't thinking about before.

I got hacked again.

And red mask guy showed up again.

It was just like last time, he just sat there watching us from the other side of the parking lot we were in. I got the shovel and waved it at him, and he went away, and after that we moved again. He's biding his time.

We've stopped in South Dakota for the night but we're right next to the border. Once we get there we'll find a safe town and go from there.

no one ever listens

can you hear the

i hear it but i don't

can you hear the

im sure you could if you try hard enough. everyone can hear them 
afterall.

can you hear the

listen. listen to the noise youve been ignoring.  open your ears and 
let it touch you.

can you hear the

it's so beautiful. very few understand how gorgeous it sounds.

can you hear the

HE can't hear it. HE'S a fool. NOONE LISTENS ANYMORE!!!

can you hear the

that wonderful perfect noise.

i love and hate it. i need it. it reminds me of what i exist to do.

there are sages

there are mystics

there are hermits

there are guardians

there are warriors

there are heroes

there are monsters

but then they are demons, demons who stamp out the rats before they 
spread the plague.

can you hear the

i'm so grateful to be alive.

can you hear

i'm laughing

can you

it's a joke only i know.

can

why did the rabbit cross the road

can you hear the

to get to the better side.

can you hear it?


WE'RE ALL SCREAMING!!!!!


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Moving Right Along...

It's that time of the week again! Time to play, where in America are Anne and Opal now.

We're in Wyoming actually, which was a fun drive, (By fun I mean long and nerve-wracking.) But were on our way up North.

Anne and I did a little research on which state would be the best to maybe stick around in for a bit, and we actually came up with North Dakota. Weird right? But here's the really funny thing about the state.

It's ranked as one of the happiest and healthiest states in America, and it has the least ammount of tree's in any American state.

How's that for an odd coincidence?

So yeah, sounded safe. Although I'm sure something's going to prove me wrong.

Anne and I have also been updating our assets.

We went out and bought some warmer clothes, and a few groceries. We also bought a shovel! Which is an awesome weapon! Much better than my kitchen knife. The shovel will do more damage in the long run.  Plus it's blunt, so if it really does come down to violence we can just knock out our little friends and head for the hills. Safe and effective!

Which is more than I can say for the little package Corwin sent me.

I'm still trying to decide what I should do with the contents. This is what was inside;

- A gun
- Bullets for said gun
-A hand mirror with some playing cards placed behind the glass.
-A flashlight
-A lucky rabbit's foot that was dyed green, along with the recipes for Rabbit Soup and Rabbit Pie.
-A journal and a ballpoint pen.
-And twenty canandian dollars.

I have an urge to send this guy tickets to a rave cinema along with one of those annoying toy parrots, just to give him a taste of his own medicine, but of course that would be a waste.

August and Steele came by two days ago to drop all this stuff off. They didn't look too worse for the wear, which is good, but both of them seemed...I don't know. I'm sure they both have reasons to be a bit stressed right now, besides the usual reasons of course. They do have a serial killer living in their house afterall.

And as for the package well, I should probably put some of it to use. The journal and the flash light could come in handy. I, however, am NOT loading the gun. That's not a weapon I feel comfortable even touching, let alone owning. Anne says we might as well keep it, in the event we find ourselves in a worse case scenario. I for one will be burrying it in the glove compartment. I have my shovel, and that's all I need.

That's another bright side to a shovel, when you use it, there's a much smaller chance you're going to aim wrong and wind up shooting yourself in the ass. Which is totally something I'd do.

The mirror and the cards confused me. I get the whole Alice in Wonderland aspect and that Aggy is the LookingGlass, blah blah blah, but it felt a bit different than the lucky rabbit foot. Like there was some deeper message I should've gotten from it. Maybe it was the fact that this pun was aimed at Aggy that it bothered me...

Whatever...I'm sure Corwin will pop up in the comments box to explain all of his puns to me with more puns.

Dr. Rivers emailed me. Remember the guy Steele was escorting?
Talking to him was bizzarely close to talking with Aggy back before all this started.
We went back and forth for a bit about ideas and theories, and the guy really knows his stuff. Right now it looks like he's been looking into a lot of supernatural events and looking for ties to Mr. Kittykins. I've been going through old myths I've read before and trying to find connections myself.

The Hekatonkheires were a myth that I thought looked promising. I had a profesor who said the reason they had a hundred hands was because their appearance was inspired by early interpretations of trees, of course it never really said anything about them stalking people or driving them nuts. Just that they got thrown in to Hades until they helped defeat the Titans. I also considered Gorgons but that would be silly seeing as how I'm not a statue.

There was also an Australian myth I read once, but it was a long time ago. It was a picture book I owned, and I barely remember what it was about, but there were these monsters who lived in a forest and stole children. One of them was very tall I remember, and I used to have bad dreams about it.

How did I forget that? It never occurred to me until just now. I used to have nightmares about that book.

Maybe that's what those drawings were...

What don't I remember from when I was little? It feels like there's a lot.

Anne's calling me, I gotta go.

Stay safe,

- Opal

Where Do We Go From Here?

I took today to organize my thoughts. So much has been happening I haven't really stopped and digested very much (in both a literal and metaphoric sense.)

Well let's start with what happened last night, shall we?

The first thing of any note is that I got in touch with Mr. Mom again last night. Apparently I have a package in the mail from Raven that's going to arrive sometime tomorrow, (and it's filled to the brim with rabbit puns.) But I told him about Aggy and what had been going on. He also speculated that Aggy might have been to far gone to come back.

I thought it over a lot, and still couldn't find a right decision. There isn't one in this situation as far as I can tell.


Out about midnight, I got out of the car and went and sat down next to Aggy. I sort of spouted out stuff that I'd been holding in for a while. I told her I was frustrated with her for giving up, and that I hated not being able to help, and also about dumb things; like how pretty the moon looked. I must've been crying a lot. (How come that happens whenever I talk to August? It's like he awakens my inner little kid.) But as you guys probably guessed, I eventually fell asleep out there.


When I woke up I was propped up against a tree, and there was a proxy watching me. He was maybe seven feet tall? I don't know, but he looked like a friggin' giant. I didn't get a great look at him, but he had a kind of crappy mask on that looked reddish. I screamed when I saw him, and he bolted. Granted I should be thankful he didn't stab me or something, but now I know he's out there somewhere as well.

After I calmed down from that nice little awakening,  I got my bearings and tried to get back to where Anne and I had parked the car.


It turned out I wound up three miles away from where I was originally, and by the time I got back, Anne was already out and about trying to find me. Aggy was just gone.


I don't think I'm going to be finding her again. Last night was my good bye, and that message she used my phone to post was hers.


So where does that leave me? I don't know exactly.


I think I might start trying to do some research on my own. Try my hand at piecing this together like Aggy did, become an observer. It be more useful than anything I've done so far.

But first there's some things I need to figure out for myself. Some of the things Aggy said about me in her post confused me. It makes me wonder if I even know my own Slender story. There's still those drawings I found from when I was a kid. I don't remember making them, so it's possible Kittykins and I have met before.

I'll probably post again after I get my little package and then I'll go from there.


Keep safe and carry on,

- Opal

9*30//9*30//9*30

I don't want to die. I never did.

Opal wanted to die, but that was a long time ago.

Oh cruel irony, now it's her trying to fix me.

That doesn't make much sense does it? Probably not even to her.

But she's an oblivious idiot. That probably won't ever change.

If she wasn't, she wouldn't have fallen asleep out here next to me. If I had gone under she would've been dead.

But that won't ever happen to me. Kittykins doesn't like me that much.

When you wake up and read this Opal, try not to do something stupid. I read this, and so far you aren't doing too bad staying positive so don't let me wreck it. But at the same time I wish you weren't so trustworthy. It makes me feel worse when I know things you don't. The world isn't kind like you wish it was. You're theory about perfection and evil isn't one I support.

I still have a little while, I know that much. But only a little while.

I really thought I could do it. That I would be the one who finally ended it. I didn't even come close. I'm an idiot too.

keep yourself safe, and stay out of the woods.

hes watching us. i can see him. you can too. and your friend.

i hear the voices and i have to go. dont listen to them opal. it drowns out who you are.

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i was always frightened of you.

cut the roots.

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So This Is Where It Ends...

We need to leave soon. This is the longest Anne and I have stayed in one area, and we're really pushing our luck. But we can't just leave Aggy here.
She's still out there. I spent most of yesterday trying to get her to talk or do something, but she just ignored me.

Today however, she did talk to me, just a little bit.

I was bringing out some food from the car for her, and when I set it down, she motioned for me to wait.

"You should go," she said.

"We came here to get you," I told her. "Everything we've done was to help you."

"I'm going to die Opal."

This surprised me. The way she said it was so dispassionate, like she was telling me the answers to a particularly boring math test.

"You don't know that," I told her. "Know one knows that for sure."

She didn't argue with me about that though like she normally would. She just went back to ignoring me.

She's out there still, just staring at nothing.

I don't know what's she's gone through, or what's she's seen since she went missing back in August, but she looks so broken and defeated.

When I told Anne about what she said, she thought that it was possible Aggy was out here just waiting for Him to kill her.


I can't let this happen. Not to Aggy.

She's strong and a big head and stubborn dammit, how did this happen? I don't know. Yesterday I was hoping things were going to get better, but I know this is the point where we start to descend into the darkest parts of the night.

No! I'm not giving up! I won't leave her. Not ever!

I'll drag her back into the car if I have to, but I'm not going to let this thing destroy her!

Why is there a night?

Everything has a reason. Everything means something on a deeper level.

If there wasn't a night there couldn't be a day.

The dark is awful and horrible and lonely, but everyone in the world has faith that the sun is going to come up again the next morning.

It has to get darker before it can get lighter. It's going to be pitch black and then I'll get to see the sun again.
It gets better, it gets better, it gets better.

Everything will be okay somehow...

It's Anne

Opal's sleeping right now. So is Aggy. I figured since you all knew so much about me, I may as well introduce myself.

Of course, that's not the only reason why I'm posting. A lot has happened in the past few hours, which I figured must be documented.

First of all, Opal's starting to lose it. I think she's trying to fix everything at once, but that isn't possible. She isn't going to go anywhere arguing with proxies, we aren't going to escape the Slender Man, and Aggy will not get back in the car.

But more of that in a minute.

Opal is still sick, and being awfully crabby about it. I can't really blame her, for this has been an awful experience in general, but I'm still not used to Opal throwing tiny tantrums and raising her voice (if only a little).

And then, there's Aggy.

She isn't well. She woke up a few hours ago. At first she was confused, asking where she was and what was going on. When she finally realized that Opal was with her, in a car, in Arizona, Aggy started screaming. She said that Opal and I should not have tried to find her. She started to attack Opal, while Opal begged for her to calm down. I was driving, so it was hard to see what was going precisely. But the next thing I knew, Aggy was yelling something incoherent, I heard a car door open, and Opal was screaming to stop the car.

Opal ran after Aggy (who hadn't gone far, given her weak state) and tried to convince her to get back in the car. That lasted about an hour, until Opal finally started listening to sense and got back inside. Aggy's still outside, I can see her from where I'm sitting.

Anyway, Opal tried to delete this blog, saying that it won't solve anything. But I convinced her not to. I think that this blog, and all of the other blogs similar to this one, is important. We all know little to nothing about what we're fighting, so it's important to obtain as much information as possible. The smallest detail in the world can make all the difference.

Opal crashed, and I stole her laptop, got my own account, and here I am.

I figured that I should be the March Hare because Aggy was Through the Looking Glass, and Opal is Jade Rabbit. It all seemed Alice in Wonderland-esque to me.

And I suppose you may hear from me later on. We'll see how things go.

Good-bye.

My Tummy Hurts

I'm getting sick again. Like Pneumonia sick again. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and it's all my own idiot fault.

I shouldn't have read a proxy blog, I shouldn't have, but she was following my blog and I was curious. I read through it the other day, and even had a little argument with her over the Enuma Elish, or whatever it was called. It was some myth I'd already read back in Freshman year, and she was like, "God is evil, and we're awesome," and I was like "that's crap, you're crazy," and she was like, "you're mean," and I was like, "I know." Petty argument, went on forever, won't bore you with the details.

But I read through her blog, and most of it was just weird stuff about her and her, "siblings," I guess, (although I don't think siblings generally attack each other with battery acid,) and how they'd be psycho's and she wouldn't notice since it was for the greater good or something. And then I read one of her later posts. A post about some torture she participated in involving some twins. I'll post a link but viewer discretion is advised.
God I can't believe this happened! I don't want to believe this happened. But it did! I read the post and threw up half way through.  I haven't even been able to think about eating, because this is all I can picture. It also opened my tender mind up to a brand new nightmare. Looks like getting strangled in a forest just wasn't terrifying enough, so last night I dreamt I was locked in a cage with a monster. It's gory, disgusting, and generally unpleasant so let's not talk about that.

It makes me furious, but it terrifies me, because I know that no rational word that comes out of my mouth will change anything. Yet I keep on arguing anyway. I guess that makes me persistent, or maybe stupid. I've been called both.


If the twin, Melissa, ever reads this blog, Proxy or not, I have never felt more sympathy and remorse for any other person on earth. All I can tell you is how sorry I am...

Crap I'm getting sick again, let's talk about something else shall we?

Aggy's been in and out. She'll wake up for a little while and we'll give her some water, and then she'll fall back asleep. Anne and I have been taking shifts, one of us will drive while the other stays in back and watches her.

And Nemo's back in the world of the living for however long, which fills me with much joy. I'm happy you are (arguably) sane again, because I enjoy the company as well. A lot more than proxy company anyway...

We made it to Arizona no sweat, and yesterday we drove to the grand canyon. It's one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. To think something could be that big. I took a picture, like the little tourist I am.

I wonder if Slendy would survive a fall from there? Probably.

I think I'm a fan of running. It's not so bad. Granted I have a car which is always nice, but I think I'm happier running than if I'd wallowed in the remains of that burned apartment. And even if it wasn't burned, I like this.

I've seen more world than I have in my entire life. If this is how the last days of my life get spent, well it could be worse.

...But if I end up in a cage surrounded by proxies I'm biting my own tongue off. Those are memories I don't want.

I'm not thinking about that, I'm not thinking about that...

Anne told me a story today. It was about when she was little and she came up here with her family. She said her dad and her wrote their names on a leaf and tossed it over the edge. Her mom had been mad at them since you aren't supposed to throw anything over, but she and her dad both agreed it had been worth it.

After the day we got attacked the first thing Anne did was start worrying about her family. She called them and said that she was running off to Mexico because the mob was after her. She said something about the police being involved, and that the whole family should relocate to somewhere safe. I heard about this right after it happened, so I can really only imagine how that conversation went.

If they change their identities, she'll never find them again. But He won't know where to find them either, so long as she doesn't know.

I've heard her crying really late sometimes. I don't think she's a fan of the running.

I wish there was something I could've done before all this started. She didn't deserve to get involved.

We can't do anything about it now though, her families going to be safe, so that's all that matters. It's better than having them end up dead or proxies or in the same situation we're in now.

The two of us sent our own little leaf floating down the canyon. This is it right here.

It's sort of hard to see this one. That's Anne holding it though. It was mostly her idea.

We gotta keep trucking, if we let this all catch up to us it'll only get worse. Right now we have to concentrate on getting Aggy better, and keeping safe.

For the rest of our lives...

- Opal

The Plot Thickens

Anne found her. She was passed out under the same bridge we found those kids at. Anne ran back to get me and we managed to carry her back to the car.

She didn't look very good. Her hair and clothes had gotten pretty ratty and her sneakers were completely worn out. She was really sick too.

She still is actually. We have her in the backseat resting right now. I don't think we need to take her to a hospital just yet though. Her fevers already starting to go down.

I can't believe we found her. A whole month, and we finally found her.

When she wakes up, we can talk and she can help us figure out this mess. I knew something good was going to happen!

Anne wants to get out of Nevada so right now we're headed for Arizona. I did sort of want to stick around and maybe manage to meet up with that guy Steele was escorting, but this is one mystery I guess I won't be solving, and in the words of Nemo, the less I know probably the better off I am.

Aggy's back so I'm not complaining. I feel so epic I could take Mr. Kittykins on right here and now.

Suceeding is awesome!

- Opal

(P.S. Nemo if you're reading this, maybe you should just sleep and try to face the dream. Stand up to it. Don't let him beat you with this.)

Contemplation

Well...I did a few things in the last couple of days.

Lets start off with the thing I did first.

I burned the journal.

I got about all I could use from it, and Anne and I both agreed it was not a fun thing to be around. I got a lighter from a gas station and we got rid of it.

We also found some runners, (finally.) It was two middle school kids who'd been biking around Nevada. We found them under a bridge where one of them was spray painting an operator symbol on the wall. We bought them lunch and asked them if they'd seen Aggy. They hadn't but they promised to keep their eyes open for her. Anne wanted them to come with us so they wouldn't be alone, but they refused and sort of lost it. One of them pulled a knife on us and tried to attack us. In the end they took off.

I think they're were getting very close to the end, and they were only kids.
But how would we have protected them even if we had managed to stop them?

Thats what I hate so much about this. I'm useless, I don't know what to do anymore, or how I'm supposed to help the people I've met on these blogs.
The farther into this I get, the more apparent it becomes that I can't save people, and I hate that! I don't want to be a tagalong sitting on the sidelines watching other people get impaled. I want to help, but what  do I do?

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Mostly about what Aggy said in the notebook about cutting the roots. I wonder if a person were to be scared of something that wasn't related to Slender Man if they would be able to hold him off. The thought that something was more frightening than him.

Even I don't believe that though. There goes one theory.

...The other thing I did this week was start thinking about God a bit'...or rather rethinking him.

I like God. I'm one of the few people I know who does. As far as my feeble mind can understand, a universe like ours had to start somewhere, someone had to throw it all into motion.

But there's something that's been bugging me. As far as I know, all things with the gift of conscious thought were made in the image of God, which I took to mean all things with conscious thought are born with at least some love and compassion in them.

You no the saying "nothing's perfect," I always thought that it could be used in the opposite sense, "nothing is completely hopeless or evil."

But the Slender Man doesn't seem to have those kind of feelings. He kills indiscriminately and has fun with it too, but at the same time, I don't think he has conscious thought. He may, in which case I'm starting to think this is his job or something. He just kills.

I wonder what he exists to do...

In other news I got hacked again, it was the same person who left the other message.

If you can read this Mr./Ms. Hacker, please stop hacking. You're not accomplishing anything. If you really need to blog so badly you can't make your own blog, can you at least be a little less vague with your messages?

Hey look it's Anne. She went out to buy breakfast! Hurray!

It looks like it's from IHOP! YES!!! PANCAKES!!!!

Ha, I wrecked that serious mood I was setting there with my little Pancake-Spasm. But can you blame me? All We've been eating for the last few days were chili dogs we bought at dairy qu

i have to go

It's There...

its dark.

no one can see me but myself.

im waiting. waiting.

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