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!?

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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.