FALL

It's been fun,
It really has,
But now I must run,
And all that jazz.

So I'll make a note*
I'll say goodbye,
No time to dote,
For I must fly!

@M, keep at it!
This too shall pass.
@Zeke, don't panic!
Morning comes fast.

To all the others:
I bid thee adue.
To my dear brother:
I'm sorry it had to be you:

http://iammyborthersbody.blogspot.com/

So while you're dyeing,
I'll weep away,
And while I'm crying,
I'll have reached freedom today!

FINAL THOUGHT:
I'M STILL ALIVE,
AND I'M FREE!
STILL ALIVE,
STILL ME!


*(HUGE SUCCESS!)

I have no other option

I have to go back to that tree. I can't remember the last three days. I've lost all the money I had with me. I feel sick, and I've developed a cough.

I woke up today in a hotel room, with my last memory being of me going to sleep on a park bench. That Lego toy was tapped to the ceiling, and the papers from Andrew's journal (that must be what they are) were pinned up around it. I found my camera smashed and on the floor; Andrew is the only one who could have done all this. He's taunting me, first with that video now with this.

I have to go back. It's my only option. If I keep running I'll die, either from exhaustion/starvation or Him. It should only take a day or two to get back, but knowing what happened last time, it may be a while before I post again...or I might already have. I don't know what will happen, or why he wants me back...those papers where useless to me, just like that video.

I feel Him watching me now. I have to go. I'm just some kid, heh, I'm just another fool, I can't go on forever...

Goodby.

From, Andrew

Return,
It's almost time. So close.

It will all be over soon...

~~Andrew

The Papers

As I said yesterday, I found a wadded up ball of papers when I when to the tree, after I apparently...went back in time.
Goddammit, how is that possible?
And I know Andrew knew about it. I'm almost certain he did it himself. It explains a lot of what's been happening to me...
Bu, anyway, I've calmed down enough, here's the first of the papers:


The rest are in this video, I couldn't get any good pictures of them:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNGzbVbYau4

The second paper is hard to make out, it says, "Dear Journal, I can't remember the last two days, but I remember Him. I remember Him, I saw Him. He found me." On the third and fourth, all the "Yes"s are written in pen, as well as the "It worked"s. I have no idea what that last one says, and I don't have any time to examine them further, I'm leaving this town, for real this time, before I run into myself.

I threw up after I realized what happened

I decided to go there, to that tree. Even after I finally decided to leave town, that video kept nagging me. But the last straw was when He showed up. He came out of nowhere, just appeared in front of me the second I looked away from the road I was walking on. I blacked out, and the next thing I knew I was running back towards town. I made my way to the place Andrew told me to go to, it was a tree on the edge of a field, hidden behind some bushes and near a fence.



There was nothing there. I looked all around the place, there was nothing. Only an operator symbol cut into the tree's bark. But then, as I decided to leave, I noticed a few crumpled up papers that were lying out in front of the tree, in plain sight. I had no idea how I could have missed them, in fact, I could have sworn that they were definitely not there before. This scared me. I bent down to grab them, but I hit my head on my camera, which was hanging from a tree branch, where nothing had been a second before. I almost pissed myself. I sprinted back home, not caring if He could find me there or not.



I sat on my bed, trying to calm down, when I looked at my clock. It was 11:30am, today. I had looked at my watch before going to the tree, and it had said 11:50am.

On the 27th.


I don't know how Andrew did it, I don't know how it's even possible, but it happened. I can't think strait right now; I have to rest; I have to calm down. I have to bring myself to look at these papers.

The video

Thank you, M.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4i1miWy368

I know where that is, that place Andrew's at. It was close to our old house...But why there? Andrew, speak to me, what's the significance? Please!

And as for the code...how did that get there? There's an extra part to it too: ALL. I have no idea what that means. I have no idea how I could have written that...but it was during the time I was blacked out. Maybe...no, it couldn't have been Andrew, could it?

This is too much. I have to rest and think before I do anything more.

EDIT: I forgot to mention I finally found the time to switch over the blog to my personal email account, so everything won't be posted by "The Hawker Family" anymore.

A hidden message?

Well, I don't know if some of you have noticed or not, but Andrew left this comment on my last post:

"Here's your help:

http://www.youtube.com/watch? [missing] = [missing] 4 [missing] 1 [missing] [missing] W [missing] 368

Find and see. 18th. Go."

I have no idea what the missing letters or numbers might be. Or what 18th means. I'm posting this from a Starbucks, as I'm trying to keep moving, even if it's just around this city. I would have left by now but I know Andrew's still here somewhere; my camera's gone again, and today I woke up to see that toy tapped to me sealing (is that spelled right?), it almost seemed to be staring at me.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. If I can't figure this "[missing]" riddle out within a week, I'm going to run. I know He's getting closer to finding me. He's catching on to my attempts to avoid Him. That and I can only spend so many consecutive nights at friend's houses without mom getting suspicious.

Also, I was really freaking out in my last blog post, I apologize for that...

Help

I can't sleep. I can't remember what happened today. I'm panicking. Andrew is still alive. He's commenting on this blog. Yet I can't talk to him. He's alive. Yet I know there was a body. Who's body? Andrew, how are you still alive? TALK TO US.

I can't run. He knows where I am, I know He's watching. I know He's waiting. I don't know what to do. I can't run, I can't plan. I can't remember.

SOMEBODY HELP.

Revalation

I was going to leave. Then Andrew posted. He pretended to be my brother. I got pissed. I was packed and ready, so I stormed out my door into the hall. On the ground was my camera. Standing at the end of the hall was Slender Man. I grabbed the camera and ran to my room. I blacked out after I saw what was on there:


Andrew is still alive. Those pictures are of him, from two days ago. And he's been commenting on this blog...HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!? You were cremated, we spread your ashes.
YOU ARE DEAD.
How? How is this possible!?
HOW!?

nononoNo
nonoNono
nono
NoNo
nono
NonoNoNo
noNo
noNonono
noNonono

THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE

Decision

Man it is late. I'm so tired. I've spent the last five days pretty much away from home: some nights at friend's houses, one at my girlfriend's, I even slept on a park bench last night, after telling mom I was at Gabe's for the night...but it hasn't helped. My sleeping has been sporadic and brief; I keep waking up, scared half to death. I know what I've done for the last five days, but I don't remember any of the details. And I'm getting paranoid, I keep looking over my shoulder, thinking I see Him, running like mad when I think I do. And the dreams. No, The Dream, it has become so vivid I can make out individual splinters as the wood gives way and explodes in the heat and flame. That's what woke me up just now. I'm at my house again, but I don't remember coming here...but I know I came under way own will.

I'm leaving tomorrow. I've made up my mind. Just staying away from the house won't work, I've got to get out of this town. I don't know where to go, exactly, I don't know how I'll survive exactly. But I won't just walk into His arms, I won't just lay down and accept defeat. I'll run. I'm leaving tomorrow, after mom's gone to work.

I'm scared, but I can't see any other way out of this...I don't know whether I'll post here anymore, but I will if I can.

Goodbye, at least for now.
-Anthony

Calm Danger

Well, I got out of the house today, after Rachel, that's my girlfriend, came over. Honestly, after all this stuff that's been happening, I completely forgot about her. >.< Anyway, we hung out for most of the day and I had lunch at her house, so I avoided this place for the majority of the day. When I got back to my house He wasn't there, I was so glad...Also, we went to see Toy Story 3, that really cheered me up, and I've been in a good mood ever since.

Well, sort of. I finally managed to look up Sender Man; that's Him. Definitely Him. But it's strange, I'm not panicking or anything, I have this odd feeling of complacency. What I'm really worried about is why me? I've never seen or heard of him before, unless....Andrew. That toy of his is the only link, but he never acted strangely, he was completely normal until the fire, he couldn't have been stalked by Him...could he?

That brings me to another point, someone asked how the fire was started. Well, mom said the report concluded that it was an electrical fire, but they're not sure of the cause, they say it was probably due to "bad splicing," but I'm not sure what that means. Although I'd bet that it was due to Him, somehow...

Man, I'm surprised how well I'm taking this...

Now, I need help. I don't know what to do, I've seen another blog, it was "Seek Truth" or something like that, and I know I can't fend him off like that guy can. Most of you seem to know about this thing, and I need your help. Please, how do I avoid him? Should I tell mom about it? What do I do?

P.S. I can't seem to read the comments on my last few posts, and I tried replying to one I did see, twice, but it never registered. Is anyone else having this problem?

Alright, I've calmed down now. I can see you're all worried. I'll try to explain what happened, exactly.

So, ever since I saw that...guy...he's been waiting in front of the elevator, staring at it. I took the stairs whenever I had to go out, and I avoided looking at him, so I never noticed anything else odd. Until yesterday, when he was standing at the foot of the stairs, string up at me. You people don't seem surprised by this, but, he didn't have a face. There was just a blank slate staring at me. I don't know how, but he did. He just stared. I ran back to our apartment scared half to death, yet with this irrational desire to tell someone about it. But then I saw the toy, it was standing in front of the computer. Yes, someone had propped it up so it stood. I shut myself in my room for the next few hours, nobody else was home, until I got the courage to go back out. The toy was gone. I can't find it anywhere. I posted right afterward.

That night, I had that dream again. It gets more vivid each time. I really have no idea what to do, I tried to look up that "Slender Man" thing, like you guys suggested but my internet keeps spazzing out. I only seem to be able to load this blog right now.

Also, my camera is missing. Gone. I have no idea how. Probably the same reason as the toy. I don't have a mask. I don't know why you guys are suggesting these things. I don't know what to do...I'm so scared, I don't dare to go back down stairs alone.

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck
THAT GUY HAS NO FACE.
God, dammit. What the fuuck is going on, what the HELL. He just stands there, staring at the elevator, waiting for me. WHAT IS THAT THING. It had no face. NO FACE. Ggod dammit, and that dream...its back....I'm in Andrews room, BURNING. I feel him staring at me...what the fuck is that!?

I thought, that first time, that he was looking the other way. I realize now he was staring right at me. Watching me. I take the stairs, I see him waiting for me at the elevator, but now he's learned. Now he KNOWS. He stared right at me. I SAW HIM.

That toy was him, I see that now...but it's gone. It's gone. I don't know what to do...I don't know what to say...all these problems, with the computer, with the TV, with my camera, too much is happening; nothing works. He had no face. What the hell am I doing? I'm lost, alone, afraid.

HELP ME.

What the hell...

I don't know what to think of this...I walked into my room a minute ago and it was there, sitting on my bed:

I dontt know what to do. I'm scared. How did it get there? Who put it there? How did they put it there? What does the writing on its face mean? God, too much is happening too fast...and no one's home, this is the only place I have to turrn too right now...help, someone?