Again with the notes...

Some one out there knows something's up and won't tell me, maybe I don't wanna know. All these letters and packages coming from people I've never meet and yet they somehow know who I am and what I do, who the hell are these people?

Found a package in the mail. No markings, nothing. Inside was one of those simple prepaid phones, some pictures, and a short note on an index card.

Whoever you are,
I don't know if you've been told yet but something about this thing changed. Something's different. I heard you were the one who shot at it about a month ago, figured you'd like to see these. I don't care if you trust what you see or not, I'm just trying to keep one more person alive out there.
-H.T

The pictures made my skin crawl. The majority of them were of ME. (Someone has been following me. WTF) They all had a portion of them marked/circled, and inside of said mark would be my pal Slenderman, always with the tendrils out and seeming to get progressively closer in each picture. The odd part is that I don't remember feeling the usual "offness" of him being around that often, but if the dates on the pictures were correct these were very recent. (The most recent being two days ago as of this post, more on why that's odd below.)

The other pictures didn't unnerve as much as confuse me. They were of street signs or landmarks around the city and some of a forest somewhere (most forests look the same so who knows). These pictures were all marked with a series of six numbers and letters (EX: 1434MS) Dunno what that means yet and I'm not even really gonna try. I'm guessing whoever sent them will let me know what they're for in time, until then I don't care.

The phone works, sort of. Apparently it's plan or however its been set up, allows it to receive text messages and calls. So, again, useless to me at the moment. Sometimes I just feel like I'm in a game and someone is going out of their way to overly fuck with me.

Christmas with the grandparents and Jessie was nice but secretly tense on my end. (nothing happened = good) Been back in the city for two days now and I hate to say it but this place is starting to feel like home to me. Hopefully when and if this gets over with I can just continue on out here, I dunno.

Limited Success

Ok, sorry for not keeping things more complete. I've been busy with college and well the return of OTHER problems.

For the most part college is pretty normal, now that I'm getting used to life in the city. Jessie's also doing well back in school from what I hear. If it weren't for the two anomalies getting in the way I'd say I'm living the dream. HA, right like that'd ever happen.

It really came as no surprise that "He" would follow me out here. What did surprise me is when I first saw him out here. I was walking to the pizza shop at like two in the morning to go pick up me and my room mates' pizza when, walking through the park, I got that all too familiar feeling that something was off. Looking to my right, I saw him. Two things stood out this time. His tendrils/tentacles/whatever were out and waving about and he was missing the fedora-like hat I'd seen him with up til now.

The amount of pure malice I could sense was like it was meant DIRECTLY FOR ME. He started walking towards me. For the first time this actually scared me, self preservation apparently kicked in. I drew my gun and fired a few rounds. (Yes, I have the proper permits to carry it. First thing I took care of.)

It's kinda hard to describe the effect. The tendrils pulled back rather quick and he stopped walking. I guess I was hit a bit harder (by what I don't know). My ears rang, vision blurred, and felt very nauseous for about a minute (felt longer at the time). When I looked up, he was gone.

I got the pizza and tried to act natural the rest of the night. I went back to the park the next day to see the collateral of my escapades.

As far as I know, no one heard a thing and the police were never called. Even if they were called, I doubt they would be able to tell who I was (I had a hoodie on).

When I got back to my place, the guys said someone dropped off an envelope for me. Opening it in private, I found two things. My spent shell casings and a small card.

In the future, I'd suggest policing your brass Mr. Andrews. We usually don't assist when the authorities become involved. Just a fair warning.

Well, hate to say it, but I'm kinda glad someone had my back on this one. In addition, I finally know that the rounds at least do SOMETHING. Whether it's worth the effect it has on me is another question I'm still contemplating. In the meantime, I'm gonna go about business as usual and try to figure things out on the side. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let this derail me.

I think he likes me...

And here I though he'd forgotten about me.

Well I was wrong, I think I actually pissed him off this time.

Maybe even more so, after what I just did last night.

Motivations

We all have motivations for doing things we're not proud of... well in my case it'd be what I'm going to be doing rather than what I've done. Some people will understand, others will hate me. But I hope that when I look back on what I've done, I can honestly say, not matter what, it was worth it in the end.

Okay, sorry bout that. Had to get that off my chest. Back to the regular me.

First, Jessie is "off the playing field" so to speak. She is now staying with her grandparents on my mother's side up in Boston. I also sent Sam with her, just in case. Our grandparents have VERY STRICT instructions to call me if she starts exhibiting her previous patterns at all. They were spooked but agreed.

She should have no memory of any of the events involving our pal Slenderman and should, as a consequence, be left alone. So they promised anyway, that was the deal.

They or "The Organization" as I'm suppose to refer to them was who left the note on my door. They say that they are a group of people who "deal with things like this." From what I was told, they wanted me for the simple fact that I can see this thing (Slenderman) and the fact that I already know how to operate a gun. (I think also the fact that I had the balls to even shoot at it was a factor but that's just me.)

I originally told them to go to hell until they offered to help me out with Jessie. It took me some time, but I agreed. The procedure was relatively simple but not something that I really understood. I noticed the change in her almost immediately. They've held up their part of the bargain, so I'll hold up mine... for now anyway.

Fast forward to about three days ago. With Jessie out of the house and safe I'm off to Pittsburgh where I can finally start a somewhat normal college life. Of course, Pittsburgh was not my first choice for film school (New York anyone), but if I came out here and just kinda blended in, The Organization has said that they will take care of my housing expenses. That is with the understanding that I am at their beck and call while I am out here.

Whatever they need, I gotta do. I start to get out of hand they can use Jessie as leverage. I start to cause more problems than I'm worth, I simply disappear. I start leaking sensitive information, they send someone in to "deal with me." They told me all these things and I still agreed to help them, as long as they helped Jessie.

So, this blog will continue. I'll keep things updated as best I can. Good luck to ya guys a while.

Oh and I almost forgot... Happy Halloween...

Unsure

Feel like I'm making a deal with the devil, but if this works then I can worry about the consequences later. Will explain later when things are complete.

No Show

Well Amanda was a no show and I've had no luck getting hold of her. I'm not going to bother looking around blindly for someone I don't know, she wants to contact me again she knows how to reach me.

More notable was the note I found taped to my door when I returned from the restaurant. Just a plain typed letter.

Mr. Andrews,
It has come to our attention that you and your family have come into some unique circumstances. If you would find the time, I'm sure we can come to an agreement that benefits both your family and us as a whole. Should you wish for more information, contact with us through the number below.
(***)-***-****

I'm wondering if this is gonna turn out to be another dead end. It weirds me out don't get me wrong, but once again I want some answers. I'm gonna call the number and see what comes of it. Will update when I see necessary. 

Rain, Fog, and Early Sunsets

The rain's not making it easy to get things done around here and the fog makes me uneasy, even the bloody sunsets, which I used to love, just remind me that the daylight doesn't last forever.

Anyway, heard the author of "Make it Count" is closing up shop due to being left alone. While I wish her the best, I also find myself frustrated with my circumstances by comparison. Things calm down for another person, someone else moves another step ahead with their journey and here we are just kinda...here. It pisses me off at times, selfish I know but I'm only human.

Jessie's starting to worry me. She's been sleepwalking and zoning out, not the normal teenage zoning out, like extended deep zone outs. She spends a of time drawing anime characters, all of them look scared or depressed. While the quality of the work is good, maybe I'm just letting my nerves get to me.

Amanda has asked me to meet up with her, for a face to face discussion. I told her someplace public, she suggested a dinner near the edge of town. Next week is gonna be interesting I can already tell.

Hmmm, upgrades.

Okay, now that I have some down time, I'll delve into what I/we have been up to as of late.

Things have been very busy around here. I've made some improvements to my property since the end of August. I've gotten heavier curtains to put up, they don't let shadows through. I took a more, clandestine approach to the whole static disruption property "He" exhibits, I've modified baby monitor receivers and placed them in several rooms around the house, crude but cheap. I've had a decently sized wooden fence put up around the back of the house. It may not completely block the view of "undesirable individuals" but it serves its other purpose quite well, keeping the dog from running off.

I actually was planning on getting her sooner but things just got busy, I forgot certain days, I'm human sue me. She's a four year old German Shepard named Sam. Her previous owner had her well trained and she seems to have transitioned well into our house, though she shows some hesitance when I take her out back, I really don't blame her. Overall, it's nice to finally have someone friendly around the house while Jessie's at school.

The past two weeks have not been without their encounters. Last week I was taking Sam out for a walk when she started acting very agitated. I look around and at the far end of the park, I'd say a good hundred yards away, there he was. The park was very busy, some kind of family picnic or something, but no one seemed to notice the tall creepy dude just standing near the entrance to the baseball field. I took Sam home, for some reason, the encounter did not shake me at all, in fact I kinda laughed cause it made me think of a cartoon that Jessie watches. One of the characters says "What's he doing?" and the other one replies, "He's just standing there, MENACINGLY!"

On another note, I've been having some interesting phone conversations with a woman named Amanda. She says that Pastor Scott called her and that she wants to talk to me. While I'm wary about some random ass person just calling me out of the blue, I could do with some answers. But enough typing outta me, I've got food in the oven and I will not have it burn on me again.  

My choice

I WILL NOT BE RUN OUT OF MY HOME. We're stronger than that.

Something's better than nothing

Things felt different this morning waking up, add in the fact that I was actually sleeping well the past few days and I’d say it was actually a good morning for once.

Picked up Jessie from the church. Pastor Scott walker her over to my truck and handed me a medium sized box wrapped in black felt. He then put his hand on my shoulder and said.

“Just because you don’t believe in God, doesn’t mean he won’t have your back you need him. Be safe kid.”

I seriously felt my throat tighten when he said this to me and for the life of me I don’t know why.

Jessie was really excited about telling me all the things she did while at the lock-in. Seeing her this happy made me almost forget what was going on. It also made me wish our parents were still around to see her grow up, the thought made me teary eyed so I stopped thinking about it.

When we got home, Jessie went to her room and started unpacking and began her normal routine. (Which equated to her just playing video games.) I immediately went to work on the box the pastor gave me, there was defiantly more than just my ammo inside by the feel.

Well, talk about a gift box for the exorcist. Inside was my ammo, a small vial of what I assumed was holy water, a sealed vial labeled: red wine, three communion wafers, and two medallions (“The Soldier’s Prayer” and “Prayer of Confession”). There was also a short letter from the pastor.

Zane,

I can only guess what you are going through that you would come to me with this request. I believe that this was not about your own well being, but about Jessica’s. Whatever you plan to do, I won’t stop you. Just remember, actions have consequences. You’re all she’s got left too. I’m sure your parents would be proud to see how well you’ve cared for her.

With the love of the lord,

Pastor Scott

PS. Know that no matter the struggle, you need not face it alone.

As odd as it sounds, the letter made me feel somewhat more at ease with things. Just knowing that I’d have someone to vent to who wouldn’t judge me, that alone could keep a person awake.

I carved crosses into the tips of the blessed ammo. I did a little research and found that both holy water and crosses have had some kind of effect on this thing. So putting them together on a lethal piece of lead should do something. Right?

Anyway, Jessie starts school tomorrow, I have some work to get done, and altogether this coming week looks somewhat normal.

Atheistic Irony

Been just over a week since our little scare with Mr. Long Pale and Creepy. I’ve been staying up to watch over Jessie at night and sleeping during the day. (I’ve always been a bit of a night owl since I graduated so no real change.) I cannot believe the amount of mint tea that I have burned through in the past week, beats Mt. Dew because it’s actually decent for my health. But still, holy crap load of empty tea boxes.

In other news, dogs from around the neighborhood were going missing. They found them, in the woods, butchered. The police think it’s some cult activity based on the symbols painted on the nearby trees in the dog’s blood. (You can already guess what symbol.) The possibility of cult activity in the town has our pastor concerned.

Speaking of religion in general, I may not be a religious person but my sister still attends church as well as its youth group. She has an end of the summer lock-in coming up and I needed to get some things done without her being in the house. I’m counting on “God’s house” to protect her while I get things ready. But first, I had a favor to ask of Pastor Scott.

I took Jessie to the church and went in with her. I sent her on her way and went with the pastor to his office. Now, a bit of history on Pastor Scott, he’s a military Chaplain who served in the same unit as my father so we know each other pretty well. I know that anything I say stays with him, no questions.

I told him ahead of time that I’d be coming to see him and that I had a bit of an odd request of him. I sort of explained my situation to him. I basically said I had some “demons” that needed taken care of. I half expected him to question my mention of demons and me being atheist but he didn’t. I fully expected him to protest when I requested that he bless my ammo. (I know I’m fucking nuts I get it.) But he surprised me again by simply nodding and asking if I had them with me. We went out to my car and moved the ammo from mine to his. He told me to pick them up on Sunday when I pick Jessie up from the lock-in.

I’m home now and I have some planning to do and some calls to make.

I’ll update when I pick up Jessie on Sunday.

Ok, now I'm a believer

Ok this isn't some kids pulling a prank, this isn't my imagination, this is the real deal. This is not how things were suppose to go down. This is not what I expected at all. But I can't change what happened, I'll go with what I got now.

Let me rewind for a second. THAT SON OF A BITCH WENT AFTER MY LITTLE SISTER!

Two nights ago I was in bed sleeping and I heard Jessie scream like I've never heard before, sounded of pure fear. My body moved, no time to think, shotgun loaded and in hand, I slammed that door open and there he/it was, tapping on her window. She was curled up in her corner on my far left, I raised the gun and fired two rounds out the window. He seem to twitch with each shot, after the second shot he turned and looked at me. All I could feel was just pure hated directed at me and then, like the first time I saw him, he just vanished.

I had her stay in my bed for the rest of the night. I stayed up and watched over her, gun in hand. I wasn't scared, I was angry. How dare this thing, this coward go after my little sister. She'd done nothing to deserve it.

Thankfully the next morning she woke up fine and asked me in a more calm manner what happened. (I smiled inwardly that some of me and my mom's resilience rubbed off on her.) I just told her it was someone trying to break into the house but I scared him off. (A lie I know but I was not about to tell her what it really was, not yet anyway. She would not understand anyway.) She seemed to accept the explanation and visibly relaxed her body.

Around noon I decided to check outside the window I shot out of and also to pick up the glass shards. This is where I made an odd discovery. Some pieces of the glass as well as a small portion of the wall had this strange black stuff splattered on it, kinda like blood. I thought this thing couldn't be hurt? When I went to touch it to look at it closer it burned my skin and then kinda like vaporized. So far in my studies, I have not come across this thing ever bleeding or being injured in any way, what the hell is this stuff? Blood? What it leaves behind when it touches shit? I don't know, but I want some answers.

I told the neighbors who asked about the gunshots that night that a prowler had tried to break in. The local police stopped by to take a statement. Couldn't really tell them much that would make sense so I just said he had a mask on. They seemed satisfied and said they'd be on the watch.

Last night I moved her bed into my room and put heavy blankets over all the windows in the room. I slept with my shotgun near the bed as usual. She seemed to sleep well, but I had one hell of a time falling asleep. (I think the gravity of the situation was starting to hit me.)

Jessie's at a friend's house today. I went out to the store and bought some supplies as well as some more ammo for my weapons. She is my sister and I will defend her in any way I can. I have to, she's all I got left.

So WHAT DO I DO? Load up and run, check into a high up hotel, a place in the mountains? Seriously, I'm looking in circles for options here. I mean what the fuck!? What did we do to piss off fate. With losing our dad in Iraq and mom dying of cancer, hasn't life kicked the shit outta us enough alfuckinready!?

Recap of last three months

Recapping the last three months since I possibly saw this thing close up. However I'm still not convinced of Mr. Supernatural Stalker, I've seen how stupid some people are when it comes to trying to be funny.

Things have been mostly calm around here. Jessie has stopped drawing those pictures. I've been sleeping better and the glimpses out of the corner of my eye have either stopped or I'm just so used to them now that I ignore them. Jessie and I haven't seen anything out back since that one night but I still get that uneasy feeling, probably just me being paranoid. Either way I've since had those lights with the motions sensors installed on my house, enough that I can see a considerable range around my house should anyone try anything funny again.

Well, it didn't take long for someone to take notice of the lights. About a month ago someone decided it would be a great idea to vandalize my lights. And by vandalize, I don't mean just smash the fixtures with a bat or something, I mean rip the entire fixture out of the wall. I made sure those things were put in to last, so it would have taken a very tall strong guy or a fat guy on a ladder to yank them out like they were. I didn't even care I was just pissed about the damage to my fucking outer wall.

Three weeks later both the walls and my lights were fixed. Since the lights were damaged I've been keeping my shotgun in my room during the night. Staring at my house is one thing, damaging my house is gonna get me pissed. Plus I live in a small neighborhood sorta situated in the middle of nowhere, so the police would take a bit if needed. (The neighbors all kinda rely on each other for security as well. Good neighborhood, good people.)

Last week was... interesting. I've been catching someone or something running around in the woods while I'm doing path maintenance, leaves crunch, branches move, but I can't seem to pin it down in my field of view. From what I can tell it's definitely human shaped. (I swear if it's some guy in a gillie suit I'm gonna flip my shit)  I'm not gonna tell Jessie, she's been much better as of late and I don't wanna creep her out.

Maybe it's the weather but I've been getting these massive headaches, especially while I'm working in the woods. Makes me miserable but the works gotta get done or else its gonna be hell once spring rolls around again.

Well, that pretty much brings us up to the present day. Just got done with my work on the paths for today. I may just keep this thing going as a way to catalog my activities, good way to vent.

Introduction and a Question

Ok, I'm gonna be as straight as I can be with this statement, I have not believed in the paranormal for four years since I became an atheist. I thought that everything had a rational explanation or cause. (and still technically do)

I'm starting this up as a bit of an archive of my actions/experiences and to maybe get some answers as to what is going on. (more on that is a second)

What is going on? Well I really don't know. I'm starting to think that I'm just going insane from lack of sleep but I can't really tell anymore. Things started about six months ago. I was perusing the internet for some scary stories, to give me inspiration for a film project for school, when I came across this "Slenderman" myth. To be honest, it gave me the chills and I thought I had struck a gold mine of inspiration and basis for a new film possibly a series. The more I read the more ideas I got, but my imagination sometimes would not turn itself off and I would lie awake at night in a subtle fear of "what if."

If there is one thing I like to pride myself on it's being thorough. So when I stumbled across these stories/blogs/videos I couldn't get enough of em'. I torn through page after page, blog after blog, video after video gathering all the information I could on this "Slenderman" to build an antagonist form my film. The more I read the more I'd lay awake wondering "what if?"

At first I thought it was just lack of sleep getting to me, but I started catching glimpses of something out of the corner of my eye. Every time I'd try and look, you guessed it, nothing there. I thought I was subconsciously creeping myself out until my younger sister kept telling me about the strange man who kept standing at the edge of the woods near our backyard. Figuring it may have been a hunter (hunting ILLEGALLY on MY property) I asked her to describe him for me. She told me he was tall, wore dark clothes, and a dark hat. (Quick bit of info, my little sister is 13 and does not have the internet in her room, nor do I let her on it so no way she could have known what I was reading/writing about)

Her description of the strange man made my creepy-o-meter jump up a few points but I figured I'm just jumping to conclusions. I told her that next time she saw him to snap a picture of him with her phone's camera. Well I did not have to wait long, five days later she comes running in my room saying "I got him, I got him!" She shows me the picture. I almost drop the phone, it looked just like every internet source I've found said, but it also looks like it could have been wearing a black fedora hat or something similar. I deleted the picture and told her not to worry about it. Just some kids playing a prank. (I myself wanted to believe that but "what if? kept nagging at the back of my mind.)

The glimpses at the corner of my eye became more frequent. I was starting to actually catch a better view of whatever it was, it appeared to be a person darting just out of view. This started to piss me off more than creep me out. I don't like having my head screwed with. I also started feeling uneasy whenever I had my back to the windows facing the woods almost like being sighted in by a sniper.

Then things got weird, Jessie (my sister) started drawing the telltale black stick figure and the circle with the X inside from the stories I've read. (She still knows nothing of any of these things) When I asked her what she was drawing she said she sees these in her dreams. Again, and justifiably, I was creeped out.

About three months ago she woke up and yelled for me. She said the man was outside again and he was scarring her. (I'm VERY protective of my sister, considering she's all the family I've got left. You hurt her I come at you with the intent to fucking kill. End Rant) Having had enough of my own delusions and being both tired and pissed off (I was actually sleeping well this night). I grabbed my M92 handgun, flipped on the floodlights outside and stormed out the door. I was gonna teach these kids what being scared was about.

I get outside and instantly I know something is off. There were no insects buzzing/chirping, no birds, and everything seemed unnaturally still. I saw him standing at the edge of the woods looking in the direction of my house. I yelled "HEY!" and raised my gun. He turned and looked at me, tilted his head slightly and that's when I noticed the lack of any facial features. Still convinced it was just some kid with pantyhose over his face I yelled "FREEZE!" and started to approach him. I get about 50ft away and realize this guys gotta be on like three foot stilts with sticks in his arms. Almost the instant I realize this he vanishes, just poof gone, like turning out the lights on himself. (Now just to clarify I KNOW this guys was standing there. My pistol has a laser dot and I had a bead on this guy the whole time a approached him.)

Here's the question: What are the odds that this is the real deal and not just some kids playing some elaborate prank? Could use a hand here, the lines between real and imaginary are getting kinda blurry for me.