Same problem, different perspectives.

I've said it once, I'll say it again. I'm not running.

Every single time some one tries to run from this thing it ends bad for them and those around them.

Besides, I just came across some interesting "people" who seem to have the same mindset, fuck running.

The phone rang again the other night, another text message. An odd combination of numbers and letters and a time 9:30pm. I remembered the pictures I was sent and took a look to see what I could find. Sure enough the combination appeared on a picture of the clock in a place called Market Square. I put 2 and 2 together and figured I was supposed to go there at the time stated.

In total, I meet up with four other people, all part of The Organization in one way or another, all being stalked by Slendy, and all having taken pot shots at him with some kind of success. The meeting was more or less an ice-breaker. The next time would be an actual discussion on what we're going to do and how we're going to handle things, but it was agreed, we're going on the offensive with or without the aid of The Organization.

I went back to my place after the meeting and actually felt somewhat good for once. Whether this goes good or bad, I'll at least be doing something pro-active so to speak. I called up the grandparents this morning and talked to Jessie, she's doing good. I'm trying to repair the bridge with the grandparents as well, it's actually going pretty good, more or less just playing catch up on lost time.

Maybe I'm just trying to give myself a reason to stand my ground but I don't care, I'm standing regardless.

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.