Burn

Son of a bitch. I wanted to keep her out of this.

Someone burned down my grandparents' house. No one was home at the time but they lost everything, luckily their insurance covers all of the losses. The arsonist has yet to be caught, though and that's what worries me. I don't wanna be paranoid but I think there's a connection between my situation and the one at hand.

The group came to find me at the dorms and told me that mine was not the only family that was targeted by arson. Several others happened around the same time.

We decided as a group that we're gonna try drawing either Slendy himself or some of his proxies out and seeing if we can get some information. If not, we get to start lowering their numbers one at a time. As good as this sounds, I'm not really keen on facing down Slendy. Considering the last time a group went to take him head on it did not end well for them. We have a better chance going after the lackies.

The Organization has given us a go-ahead to handle things as we see fit, so long as we still handle their assignments. Seems fair but a little more active support would have been nice, but we can hopefully handle what we got.

I'm getting nervous, the tea boxes are piling up again, and I'm having trouble sleeping. FUCK THIS SHIT.

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.

Simplicity... not so much...

Okay, well I guess you never really get used to seeing a dead body... or being shot at... or shooting back.

My original task was simple, ask around to see if I could find some dude in the area, then confirm his presence with a picture. Why do I even keep up the hope that things could be simple.

I found the guy. Ask around enough and you can find almost anyone. Well, I found his apartment, door was ajar, so being the idiot that I am I went in. Dude was on his couch with the TV on. There was a hole in the back of his head and what was left of his face was splattered in front of him, he never saw it coming.

I took the picture, several for good measure, and got the hell outta that place. I get down to the front of the building and two guys approach me. I could smell weed on the one and the other one was kinda tweeking out, paranoid like. They ask me what I'm doing and say they've never seen me around before, the one puts his hand in his coat and that's all the motivation I needed. I ran.

They follow, I turn down an ally, next thing I know I'm hearing gunshots. I ducked out behind a dumpster and drew mine, fired two shots around the corner and then took off again. I'm guessing they didn't follow me but I kept the lights off and my gun near me for the rest of the night.

If I had to guess, I'd say that guy was either a drug dealer or a drug user and he pissed off the wrong people and it got him killed. What the Organization wanted with him is anyone's guess. I sent the picture to the number specified and received a simple "Thank you" in reply.

"Thank you?"

I nearly get shot to death by some druggies and all I get is a simple fucking "Thank you?"

If it wasn't for my agreement I'd have told them where they could shove their "Thank you."

New Year, new... expiriences...

Well, guess the new year means my number came up with "them."

I received an unmarked envelope in my mailbox with another note inside, it read:

Mr. Andrews,
We have an assignment for you. The phone you received will be contacted on 1/8/12 at 6:30pm. We ask for you to take this call in private if at all possible.

I took the call at the specified time and found out what I had to do. I'm not gonna go into specifics but thankfully it's pretty simple what I have to get done. I'll update when that gets done, if that gets done. I said simple, not easy.

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.

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...