At this point, Diana and I are now in the social room, alone. She is strapped down to her chair for her safety and mine. Donnie is outside the room with the guard.
Me: So, here I am. Just me. Why do you want to talk to me alone?
Diana: You can drop the act now, Lucien.
Me: How did you know my first name?
Diana: I know a lot about you. I know that Drage isnt your last name. I know about Kay. I know about your little girlfriend. I know what you are trying to do. I know.......
Me: I get it. You know all about me. But how? Who are you working for? Slenderman, or Redlight?
Diana: Smart little boy. But that doesnt matter here. What matters is what you are doing: trying to discover the secrets behind Mr. Suit.
Me: That is right. I need to know everything you can tell me about him.
Diana: Well, first off, let me say this: you do NOT know what you are getting into here. You have already seen firsthand what happens when he is confronted. What makes you think that you can survive? What makes you any different from, say, Robert, or Zeke? What if you're destined to end up like Zero and Fizz?
Me: It doesn't matter what happens to me. My job is to try and protect others for as long as I can. Whether I end up like Zeke or Zero, it matters not.
Diana: And that's the kind of attitude that will get you killed, just like Zero.
Me: Then so be it. Now you had better start answering my questions.
Diana: Ok, fine. What can I tell you about Him that you don't already know? You read all those other blogs of the people who are fighting and running and saving others. You know who he goes after, you know what he looks like, you know about his army.
Me: In other words, you are still of no help to me.
Diana: Not quite. I can tell you more about that lake of yours.
Me: The lake? What about it? Why is it so important? Why were all of you missing persons found there, dead or alive?
Diana: Think about it. Why were lakes always important in the so-called "legends" and "folklore" of the past?
Me: They were often seen as seats of power for the mythological creatures. Guarded by fairies and other legendary beings and creatures.
Diana: Exactly.
Me: So what are you saying? Are you saying that He gains power from being by the lake?
Diana: I never said that. You don't listen. Such a simple-minded child.
Me: Then what are you saying, Diana?
Diana: The lakes were GUARDED. Did you ever think that maybe Mr. Suit was hiding something over at the lake?
Me: Hiding something? You mean there is something hidden in the lake that's important to Slenderman, or is it in the woods next to the lake?
Diana: Now that is something you need to discover for yourself. Afterall, if I tell you everything, that will ruin all of our fun.
Me: Is there anything else I should know right now?
Diana: Yes. That little boy, the current missing child. He will be found by the lake in one week. There is no need for him. He is too weak for our cause.
Me: Will he be alive?
Diana: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not going to tell.
Me: And I guess your master doesn't want you telling?
Diana: Of course not. Oh! And tell your cop friend that the only thing you got out of me was that the kidnapper is the same person, that the lake is the only real clue, and that if you two are not careful, you shall be in a lot of trouble.
Me: Let me guess: the trouble will be that we will both be killed by your master.
Diana: The cop? Maybe. You? No. As you have been told, there are big plans for you. Now leave. It is almost lunch time.
I leave the room, saying that we are finished. The guard goes in to get Diana, while Donnie and I leave. I explain to him what Diana told me, embellishing the details a little bit to satisfy his needs as a cop, but to protect him from knowing too much.
Once again, it seems to come to the lake. I obviously cannot go into the lake itself. So right now, the only logical decision is to go into the woods next to the lake. I've navigated them enough times, I will know how to get around and find my way back out. But when will I do this? Maybe I'll return this weekend, when Diana says that the boy will be found by the lake.
It also seems that whoever Diana's "Master" is, he knows a lot about me. He knows that I changed my last name, about my girlfriend. I won't be surprised if he knows..................well, that's for another night.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Diana, Part 1
So, it was indeed a long 3 days. Yesterday and today mostly because of work, 10 1/2 hour and 7 hour shifts respectively. Friday, however, was the noteworthy day.
Donnie took me out to Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital around 10am on Friday. It is about an hour drive from our town. When we got there, Donnie told me just to follow his lead and not say anything unless i was asked something simple like "How are you today?" We went into what was almost like a small social room. We were told to stay there while they went to "retrieve the patient." It was about 15 minutes before they brought her in. Now, when I say they brought her in, it was almost like out of a movie. Three security guards escorted her into the room, and after they brought her in, they actually handcuffed her to her seat. They wanted to make sure she didn't attempt to attack Donnie or myself. The three guards left, but one stayed just outside the door, in case he was needed to take Diana out.
Diana, born on June 5, 1975. "Kidnapped" on January 27, 1981. Recovered on May 24, 1981, at the lake that I have referred to. Been in and out of psychiatric hospitals since she was 12. The following is the conversation between Donnie and Diana. I wrote it all down because I knew they would not allow video cameras in the hospital, and it would make things more suspicious for me, a "rookie cop," to be filming everything.
Donnie: Diana, I thank you for choosing to meet with me. This is Officer Drage, a junior cop here for some on the job training. I hope you don't mind.
Diana: I don't mind. I very rarely have company, the more the merrier I say.
Donnie: Well, I don't want to carry on with useless conversation. Let's get to business. Another child has gone missing.
Diana: Well, isn't that a terrible shame. How many is that now since my time? 20, 30?
Donnie: The number doesn't matter. What matters is we think this child is connected to your case.
Diana: And how is that?
Donnie: Apparently, this young boy was drawing and writing things very similar to you. (He takes out the drawings and lays them out on the table in front of Diana)
Diana: My, my, my. These are remarkable. This child should be an artist.
Donnie: Well, he's missing now. Notice the resemblance between these drawings and the ones you've drawn?
Diana: Not really. Mine look nothing like those. My artwork is terrible.
Donnie: You know what I mean. The man in these drawings. The man with multiple arms. The messages. He Found Me. He Sees Me. I Am His. Those are nearly identical to yours.
Diana: This is very true. But there are subtle differences between them.
Donnie: And what differences are those?
Diana: Well, his was written in blue pen. Mine were written and drawn in black.
Donnie: I had a feeling that you weren't gonna be helpful. I guess I assumed otherwise.
Diana: Oh, I can tell you about The Tall Man in the Suit.
Donnie: You can? The man who kidnapped you?
Diana: And all the others. But I have one request.
Donnie: And what would that be, to get you out of here?
Diana: No, of course not. I may be clinically insane, but I'm not crazy, you know.
Donnie: Then what is your request?
Diana: I wish to speak to Officer Drage there. Just him. I want you to leave the room and allow the two of us to speak, alone.
Donnie: Let me speak with him, see what he says.
We step out of the room at that point, and Donnie asks me if I'm willing to speak to her alone. I tell him, with nearly no hesitation, that I will do it. Afterall, if we can get information from her this way, we might as well do it. My only concern, however, is this: why does she want to speak to me, alone?
Part 2 coming tomorrow night.
Donnie took me out to Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital around 10am on Friday. It is about an hour drive from our town. When we got there, Donnie told me just to follow his lead and not say anything unless i was asked something simple like "How are you today?" We went into what was almost like a small social room. We were told to stay there while they went to "retrieve the patient." It was about 15 minutes before they brought her in. Now, when I say they brought her in, it was almost like out of a movie. Three security guards escorted her into the room, and after they brought her in, they actually handcuffed her to her seat. They wanted to make sure she didn't attempt to attack Donnie or myself. The three guards left, but one stayed just outside the door, in case he was needed to take Diana out.
Diana, born on June 5, 1975. "Kidnapped" on January 27, 1981. Recovered on May 24, 1981, at the lake that I have referred to. Been in and out of psychiatric hospitals since she was 12. The following is the conversation between Donnie and Diana. I wrote it all down because I knew they would not allow video cameras in the hospital, and it would make things more suspicious for me, a "rookie cop," to be filming everything.
Donnie: Diana, I thank you for choosing to meet with me. This is Officer Drage, a junior cop here for some on the job training. I hope you don't mind.
Diana: I don't mind. I very rarely have company, the more the merrier I say.
Donnie: Well, I don't want to carry on with useless conversation. Let's get to business. Another child has gone missing.
Diana: Well, isn't that a terrible shame. How many is that now since my time? 20, 30?
Donnie: The number doesn't matter. What matters is we think this child is connected to your case.
Diana: And how is that?
Donnie: Apparently, this young boy was drawing and writing things very similar to you. (He takes out the drawings and lays them out on the table in front of Diana)
Diana: My, my, my. These are remarkable. This child should be an artist.
Donnie: Well, he's missing now. Notice the resemblance between these drawings and the ones you've drawn?
Diana: Not really. Mine look nothing like those. My artwork is terrible.
Donnie: You know what I mean. The man in these drawings. The man with multiple arms. The messages. He Found Me. He Sees Me. I Am His. Those are nearly identical to yours.
Diana: This is very true. But there are subtle differences between them.
Donnie: And what differences are those?
Diana: Well, his was written in blue pen. Mine were written and drawn in black.
Donnie: I had a feeling that you weren't gonna be helpful. I guess I assumed otherwise.
Diana: Oh, I can tell you about The Tall Man in the Suit.
Donnie: You can? The man who kidnapped you?
Diana: And all the others. But I have one request.
Donnie: And what would that be, to get you out of here?
Diana: No, of course not. I may be clinically insane, but I'm not crazy, you know.
Donnie: Then what is your request?
Diana: I wish to speak to Officer Drage there. Just him. I want you to leave the room and allow the two of us to speak, alone.
Donnie: Let me speak with him, see what he says.
We step out of the room at that point, and Donnie asks me if I'm willing to speak to her alone. I tell him, with nearly no hesitation, that I will do it. Afterall, if we can get information from her this way, we might as well do it. My only concern, however, is this: why does she want to speak to me, alone?
Part 2 coming tomorrow night.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Alcohol = Truth Serum
Got a phone call last night from Donnie. He was heading out to a bar in my town and he asked me if I wanted to join him, his treat. Afterall, he makes over 4x the amount of money I make in a year. I don't really go out much, and I don't even really drink anymore, but I decided to take him up on his offer. Afterall, who can resist free drinks?
So, I met up with him at the new bar in my town, Whiskey Pete's. Small place, changed ownership a few times in the past 3, 4 years. Always been a bar, though. We got there at around 9pm. We didnt actually leave until about 1am. Thankfully, it's only about 6 blocks away from my house, so I didn't have to drive. I had about 4 beers and 2 shots. Donnie had 6 beers and 4 shots. I was a bit tipsy, but Donnie was pretty gone. We talked about a lot of things during the night: his father, my father, growing up in town, where our lives wanted to go, etc...
Then we started talking about the missing persons's cases. He constantly mentioned about how the kids his father saved and the kids he's found seemed to be connected, but he couldn't figure out how, considering the cases were more than 20 years apart. But then he started talking about something else. Mind you, this was kinda drunken talk, so I'm typing it up as sober-sounding as possible.
Donnie: So, I had an interesting conversation yesterday with somebody.
Me: Really? With who?
Donnie: Remember how I told you some of the kids my father saved were mentally unstable and had to be committed?
Me: Yeah.
Donnie: Well, I went to go talk to one of them. Her name is Diana, and she was the first one my father saved.
Me: Is she really that bad, that she has to be locked up?
Donnie: 25 years, and her mentality has never changed. She's gone to several different hospitals, but none have been able to help her. They have her at Greystone now. Poor girl. Always drawing, writing, talking about the suited master.
Me: Wait, what do you mean drawing, writing, and "suited master?"
Donnie: Just like the kids from my father's day, and the cases I have handled, Diana continues to draw pictures of a tall man with no face and several arms. She writes with the drawings, things like "He's still coming" or "My Master Calls For Me." And she talks about her master, the man in the suit, the tall one, so many different names for him.
Me: Why were you talking to her anyway?
Donnie: The truth is, another kid went missing this past weekend. I went to his parents house, and they showed me drawings, they looked exactly like the ones from the kids my dad rescued. I wanted to question Diana because maybe she'd know if they are connected.
Me: Why not question the ones NOT locked up?
Donnie: They are trying to live normal, healthy lives. Why would I bring up that terrible past on them?
Me: Good point. So, you really think these cases are all connected?
Donnie: They have to be. I mean, despite the time between them, everything about them is extraordinarly similar. But how can one person do the exact same thing over the course of 30 years, not change location, not get caught? I just don't get it.
Me: Maybe the person is immortal? Hehehe, just kidding. Maybe it's a family of people, continuing with each generation.
Donnie: But how do you explain the no face on this person?
Me: That is a mystery. Perhaps Diana has more answers to this than she is giving you.
Donnie: That is a good possibility. You know, if you want, I can take you with me to see her. I would like to question her more about everything.
Me: Really? You can do that?
Donnie: Of course I can. I am the chief of police in town. We'll just say you're coming along as part of your "training" to become a cop. They'll believe me.
Me: Donnie, this is why you're the best of the best. You're always able to help people out.
I called Donnie about a half hour ago, and he confirmed with me that he remembered our conversation last night and that he can take me with him to speak to Diana. We are going early tomorrow morning, since we both work at night. Hopefully, I can get some more answers here.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
So, I met up with him at the new bar in my town, Whiskey Pete's. Small place, changed ownership a few times in the past 3, 4 years. Always been a bar, though. We got there at around 9pm. We didnt actually leave until about 1am. Thankfully, it's only about 6 blocks away from my house, so I didn't have to drive. I had about 4 beers and 2 shots. Donnie had 6 beers and 4 shots. I was a bit tipsy, but Donnie was pretty gone. We talked about a lot of things during the night: his father, my father, growing up in town, where our lives wanted to go, etc...
Then we started talking about the missing persons's cases. He constantly mentioned about how the kids his father saved and the kids he's found seemed to be connected, but he couldn't figure out how, considering the cases were more than 20 years apart. But then he started talking about something else. Mind you, this was kinda drunken talk, so I'm typing it up as sober-sounding as possible.
Donnie: So, I had an interesting conversation yesterday with somebody.
Me: Really? With who?
Donnie: Remember how I told you some of the kids my father saved were mentally unstable and had to be committed?
Me: Yeah.
Donnie: Well, I went to go talk to one of them. Her name is Diana, and she was the first one my father saved.
Me: Is she really that bad, that she has to be locked up?
Donnie: 25 years, and her mentality has never changed. She's gone to several different hospitals, but none have been able to help her. They have her at Greystone now. Poor girl. Always drawing, writing, talking about the suited master.
Me: Wait, what do you mean drawing, writing, and "suited master?"
Donnie: Just like the kids from my father's day, and the cases I have handled, Diana continues to draw pictures of a tall man with no face and several arms. She writes with the drawings, things like "He's still coming" or "My Master Calls For Me." And she talks about her master, the man in the suit, the tall one, so many different names for him.
Me: Why were you talking to her anyway?
Donnie: The truth is, another kid went missing this past weekend. I went to his parents house, and they showed me drawings, they looked exactly like the ones from the kids my dad rescued. I wanted to question Diana because maybe she'd know if they are connected.
Me: Why not question the ones NOT locked up?
Donnie: They are trying to live normal, healthy lives. Why would I bring up that terrible past on them?
Me: Good point. So, you really think these cases are all connected?
Donnie: They have to be. I mean, despite the time between them, everything about them is extraordinarly similar. But how can one person do the exact same thing over the course of 30 years, not change location, not get caught? I just don't get it.
Me: Maybe the person is immortal? Hehehe, just kidding. Maybe it's a family of people, continuing with each generation.
Donnie: But how do you explain the no face on this person?
Me: That is a mystery. Perhaps Diana has more answers to this than she is giving you.
Donnie: That is a good possibility. You know, if you want, I can take you with me to see her. I would like to question her more about everything.
Me: Really? You can do that?
Donnie: Of course I can. I am the chief of police in town. We'll just say you're coming along as part of your "training" to become a cop. They'll believe me.
Me: Donnie, this is why you're the best of the best. You're always able to help people out.
I called Donnie about a half hour ago, and he confirmed with me that he remembered our conversation last night and that he can take me with him to speak to Diana. We are going early tomorrow morning, since we both work at night. Hopefully, I can get some more answers here.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Explanation
Still exhausted, but I can at least type and explain what happened to me on Sunday night.
Basically, I got to my car and found another note, but this time, it was inside my car instead of on the windshield. It kinda creeped me out a little bit, considering I have the only key to my car, and I keep it on my person all the time. All of a sudden, I was attacked, by a proxy. It wasn't the same one as last time, because it was a different mask and different build for the guy. Man, he tackles hard, whoever he was. He took me to the ground fast and I'm just lucky I didn't completely drop and break my camera. I managed to get up, where he kept punching me in the stomach, I kept getting him in the arm. Finally, I managed to uppercut him and knock him down. I asked him what he and He wanted, and he replied by simply saying "Stop, before it's too late." He then pushed me off of him and ran off.
So, Slenderman wants me to go to the lake, but the proxy was telling me to stop, as if to not go there. I want to head over to that lake, but it's too cold out. Plus, there are lots of trees over there next to it, and knowing my luck, I'll probably find Him, as well as who knows what. But I'm not stopping my investigation. This attack makes me even more interested in finding out what I can. Maybe I'll head there this week anyway, just to get a layout.
Man, I haven't been there in years. I used to go fishing at that lake with my dad and uncle all the time. On days when I got bored fishing (which was a lot, hehe), I would walk around in the woods there. I would have "sword fights" with the trees, I would climb the ones I could, etc... Such a fun childhood, and who knew that in an area I used to play in, so much bad happened.
I guess the truth has always been around me, even if I didn't know about it.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Basically, I got to my car and found another note, but this time, it was inside my car instead of on the windshield. It kinda creeped me out a little bit, considering I have the only key to my car, and I keep it on my person all the time. All of a sudden, I was attacked, by a proxy. It wasn't the same one as last time, because it was a different mask and different build for the guy. Man, he tackles hard, whoever he was. He took me to the ground fast and I'm just lucky I didn't completely drop and break my camera. I managed to get up, where he kept punching me in the stomach, I kept getting him in the arm. Finally, I managed to uppercut him and knock him down. I asked him what he and He wanted, and he replied by simply saying "Stop, before it's too late." He then pushed me off of him and ran off.
So, Slenderman wants me to go to the lake, but the proxy was telling me to stop, as if to not go there. I want to head over to that lake, but it's too cold out. Plus, there are lots of trees over there next to it, and knowing my luck, I'll probably find Him, as well as who knows what. But I'm not stopping my investigation. This attack makes me even more interested in finding out what I can. Maybe I'll head there this week anyway, just to get a layout.
Man, I haven't been there in years. I used to go fishing at that lake with my dad and uncle all the time. On days when I got bored fishing (which was a lot, hehe), I would walk around in the woods there. I would have "sword fights" with the trees, I would climb the ones I could, etc... Such a fun childhood, and who knew that in an area I used to play in, so much bad happened.
I guess the truth has always been around me, even if I didn't know about it.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Monday, February 21, 2011
Ouch
Still too exhausted and in pain to explain.
This video will show you.
Proper explanation tomorrow night.
A Surprise
This video will show you.
Proper explanation tomorrow night.
A Surprise
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Heading Down The Beaten Path
I just got home from my lunch with Donnie. It was a very informative meeting with him, and I didn't have to share any extra information with him. Keeping him safe. That's what I want.
Me: Donnie, thanks for meeting with me today. I really appreciate this.
Donnie: It's no problem. I figure if I can help you out, I should do it.
Me: Thank you again. So, what can you tell me about the cases you and your father worked on? The missing persons' cases?
Donnie: Well, the main thing you need to know about cases like this, sometimes, you can't find the person. Or if you do, it's too late.
Me: I understand that well enough. It's just something you have to expect.
Donnie: And the one thing that can happen that is unexpected, is when you find the cases are connected to each other.
Me: How so?
Donnie: The cases my father had, he was able to find over half of the children that were taken before anything seriously bad happened to them. But when they were all recovered, they were all in the same mental state afterwards, saying extremely similar things and scared of what seemed to be the same person.
Me: So, they were all kidnapped by the same person?
Donnie: It seems that way. However, all of these cases happened over the course of 30 years. It is almost impossible for the same person to have kidnapped all of these children. Most kidnappers and killers tend to move on to different places after a few successes. This one remained.
Me: What can you tell me about the kids that were recovered?
Donnie: They all seemed very morose, traumatized, which is to be expected after the events they went through. But they all repeated several of the same phrases, like "He's Watching Me," "He Sees Me," He Wants Me Back," things like that.
Me: So they were afraid that the kidnapper was going to come after them again.
Donnie: That's right. They also described the kidnapper the same way, which is how we knew it was the work of one person. They all said he was very tall, long arms, in a black suit, and that he had no face. My father asked if they meant they didn't remember his face, and they all said no, that there was just NO face.
Me: No face, huh? That just seems creepy. Maybe they were just too scared and thats what they imagined.
Donnie: I don't think so. These kids, traumatized or no, seemed very honest in everything they said. And it still continues. Then comes the drawings they had.
Me: Drawings?
Donnie: Yeah, drawings. These kids, over several weeks from being recovered, showed us many drawings they had made. The drawings all had the same messages and pictures. The messages all said either "He's Watching Me," "He Wants Me Back," or "Coming For You." The pictures were either the same tall man who kidnapped them, but he often had multiple arms, the most being eight. There was also, what we believed, was his calling card. It was a giant circle with an X through it.
Me: What about the kids who weren't recovered in time? What happened with them?
Donnie: Well, the bodies were found at the lake in Guttenberg. Their cops found them first, called us for backup, thinking that it was who we were looking for. When our team got there, the bodies were nearly unrecognizable, until we were able to use DNA testing over the past several years. They were completely cut up, dismembered, separated into garbage bags. The organs were removed and placed in separate bags too. They were strung up on tree branches, and when they were touched, blood leaked out from them. It was such a disturbing sight for anybody to witness.
Me: Did you ever catch the killer?
Donnie: No, but I did see him once.
Me: -gulps- You did?
Donnie: Yeah. A few years ago. On the last missing person's case I worked on, we found another body at the lake again. As we were investigating the scene for any clues, I looked off and saw a man in the distance. He was just standing there, watching us. He looked like he was wearing a black suit, so I immediately thought it was our culprit. I chased after him, but when I got to his spot, he was gone. I looked around, and I saw him, standing about 20 feet away from me. Tall. Long arms. No face. I just stared at him for minutes, unsure of what I was going to do or what he would do. My partner called my name from the distance, I turned to respond to him, and when I looked back at the culprit, he was gone. Simply vanished. Haven't seen him since.
Me: How are the people your father recovered? Are they still around?
Donnie: A few are. Most of them, they remained mentally unstable, unable to live normal lives. They had to be committed to psychiatric facilities. The few that are around, they grew up in healthy lives. They still come to talk to me, or other cops, about what happened, just to get things off their minds.
Me: Do you think you could set me up with talking to one or two of them?
Donnie: Well, normally I would say that's a no-go. But our families have been friends for years, and I know I can trust you. Next time I hear from them, I'll ask them if they'd be willing to talk to you. We'll say it's for a project for school.
Me: Thanks Donnie. You really are a good friend.
Donnie: It's no problem. With your investigative skills, we really could use a good detective like you on the force.
Me: Maybe some day. Take care Donnie. And be safe.
So, Donnie has seen our tall friend. I gotta keep an eye on him, make sure he stays safe. Hopefully, I'll hear from him soon and be able to talk to one of those missing persons. It will be a great help.
But a new question arises: what is so special about the lake, besides the small wooded area next to it? I may have to check it out soon, once it gets warmer.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Me: Donnie, thanks for meeting with me today. I really appreciate this.
Donnie: It's no problem. I figure if I can help you out, I should do it.
Me: Thank you again. So, what can you tell me about the cases you and your father worked on? The missing persons' cases?
Donnie: Well, the main thing you need to know about cases like this, sometimes, you can't find the person. Or if you do, it's too late.
Me: I understand that well enough. It's just something you have to expect.
Donnie: And the one thing that can happen that is unexpected, is when you find the cases are connected to each other.
Me: How so?
Donnie: The cases my father had, he was able to find over half of the children that were taken before anything seriously bad happened to them. But when they were all recovered, they were all in the same mental state afterwards, saying extremely similar things and scared of what seemed to be the same person.
Me: So, they were all kidnapped by the same person?
Donnie: It seems that way. However, all of these cases happened over the course of 30 years. It is almost impossible for the same person to have kidnapped all of these children. Most kidnappers and killers tend to move on to different places after a few successes. This one remained.
Me: What can you tell me about the kids that were recovered?
Donnie: They all seemed very morose, traumatized, which is to be expected after the events they went through. But they all repeated several of the same phrases, like "He's Watching Me," "He Sees Me," He Wants Me Back," things like that.
Me: So they were afraid that the kidnapper was going to come after them again.
Donnie: That's right. They also described the kidnapper the same way, which is how we knew it was the work of one person. They all said he was very tall, long arms, in a black suit, and that he had no face. My father asked if they meant they didn't remember his face, and they all said no, that there was just NO face.
Me: No face, huh? That just seems creepy. Maybe they were just too scared and thats what they imagined.
Donnie: I don't think so. These kids, traumatized or no, seemed very honest in everything they said. And it still continues. Then comes the drawings they had.
Me: Drawings?
Donnie: Yeah, drawings. These kids, over several weeks from being recovered, showed us many drawings they had made. The drawings all had the same messages and pictures. The messages all said either "He's Watching Me," "He Wants Me Back," or "Coming For You." The pictures were either the same tall man who kidnapped them, but he often had multiple arms, the most being eight. There was also, what we believed, was his calling card. It was a giant circle with an X through it.
Me: What about the kids who weren't recovered in time? What happened with them?
Donnie: Well, the bodies were found at the lake in Guttenberg. Their cops found them first, called us for backup, thinking that it was who we were looking for. When our team got there, the bodies were nearly unrecognizable, until we were able to use DNA testing over the past several years. They were completely cut up, dismembered, separated into garbage bags. The organs were removed and placed in separate bags too. They were strung up on tree branches, and when they were touched, blood leaked out from them. It was such a disturbing sight for anybody to witness.
Me: Did you ever catch the killer?
Donnie: No, but I did see him once.
Me: -gulps- You did?
Donnie: Yeah. A few years ago. On the last missing person's case I worked on, we found another body at the lake again. As we were investigating the scene for any clues, I looked off and saw a man in the distance. He was just standing there, watching us. He looked like he was wearing a black suit, so I immediately thought it was our culprit. I chased after him, but when I got to his spot, he was gone. I looked around, and I saw him, standing about 20 feet away from me. Tall. Long arms. No face. I just stared at him for minutes, unsure of what I was going to do or what he would do. My partner called my name from the distance, I turned to respond to him, and when I looked back at the culprit, he was gone. Simply vanished. Haven't seen him since.
Me: How are the people your father recovered? Are they still around?
Donnie: A few are. Most of them, they remained mentally unstable, unable to live normal lives. They had to be committed to psychiatric facilities. The few that are around, they grew up in healthy lives. They still come to talk to me, or other cops, about what happened, just to get things off their minds.
Me: Do you think you could set me up with talking to one or two of them?
Donnie: Well, normally I would say that's a no-go. But our families have been friends for years, and I know I can trust you. Next time I hear from them, I'll ask them if they'd be willing to talk to you. We'll say it's for a project for school.
Me: Thanks Donnie. You really are a good friend.
Donnie: It's no problem. With your investigative skills, we really could use a good detective like you on the force.
Me: Maybe some day. Take care Donnie. And be safe.
So, Donnie has seen our tall friend. I gotta keep an eye on him, make sure he stays safe. Hopefully, I'll hear from him soon and be able to talk to one of those missing persons. It will be a great help.
But a new question arises: what is so special about the lake, besides the small wooded area next to it? I may have to check it out soon, once it gets warmer.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Investigation Begins Anew
So, despite Sammie being taken, my sister's near disappearance, and all the other crap hitting the fan, I have decided that I want to renew my original investigation purposes for this blog.
I wasn't sure how to start on it, but I knew I wanted to look into missing person's cases. At the suggestion of Kay, I realized how to start.
I may not be as smart as Dr Cairo, I may not have the skills of Zeke, and I may not have the amazing connections that Ava has, but I do have one thing that is of a big help.
My father.
My father is a firefighter/fire inspector/EMT. He has been working as an EMT for 25 years now. He also works in the same building as the police in my town. So needless to say, he, and myself, have been pretty close with the cops, him more. It made sense that if I wanted to talk to a cop about missing person's cases in the area, my dad could help me set that up.
But how to ask him? I couldn't simply walk up to him and say "Dad, I need to talk to a cop about missing persons because a creepy tall man with tentacles and a suit may be taking them all." So I had to think of a somewhat clever lie.
Me: "Dad, I know you've wanted me to consider becoming a cop. I thought that if I do, I'd like to specialize in missing person's cases. Do you know if any of the cops in town have dealt with a lot of those, just so I can get info on the way it can be handled? It will help me make a better decision on if I want to do it or not."
Dad: "Well, I would have referred you to Donald _____ (last name omitted for security reasons), but he did pass away a few years ago, remember?"
Me: "Yeah, I remember. That was very sad. He was a good man."
Dad: "Well, maybe you can try Donnie, his son. I'm sure he has access to his dad's files, and you know him well enough. I'm sure he'd be glad to help you out."
So, Dad gave me Donnie's phone number. I called him when I got out of work tonight. He does have his father's files, and a few of his own missing person's cases he has worked on. He is off from work tomorrow, as am I. So I will be meeting with him for lunch to discuss everything. If I find the connections I'm looking for, I may reveal a little more to him, but not enough to really drag him into it. Hopefully, this will open up the trail for me to find information I need to help others. Wish me luck.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
I wasn't sure how to start on it, but I knew I wanted to look into missing person's cases. At the suggestion of Kay, I realized how to start.
I may not be as smart as Dr Cairo, I may not have the skills of Zeke, and I may not have the amazing connections that Ava has, but I do have one thing that is of a big help.
My father.
My father is a firefighter/fire inspector/EMT. He has been working as an EMT for 25 years now. He also works in the same building as the police in my town. So needless to say, he, and myself, have been pretty close with the cops, him more. It made sense that if I wanted to talk to a cop about missing person's cases in the area, my dad could help me set that up.
But how to ask him? I couldn't simply walk up to him and say "Dad, I need to talk to a cop about missing persons because a creepy tall man with tentacles and a suit may be taking them all." So I had to think of a somewhat clever lie.
Me: "Dad, I know you've wanted me to consider becoming a cop. I thought that if I do, I'd like to specialize in missing person's cases. Do you know if any of the cops in town have dealt with a lot of those, just so I can get info on the way it can be handled? It will help me make a better decision on if I want to do it or not."
Dad: "Well, I would have referred you to Donald _____ (last name omitted for security reasons), but he did pass away a few years ago, remember?"
Me: "Yeah, I remember. That was very sad. He was a good man."
Dad: "Well, maybe you can try Donnie, his son. I'm sure he has access to his dad's files, and you know him well enough. I'm sure he'd be glad to help you out."
So, Dad gave me Donnie's phone number. I called him when I got out of work tonight. He does have his father's files, and a few of his own missing person's cases he has worked on. He is off from work tomorrow, as am I. So I will be meeting with him for lunch to discuss everything. If I find the connections I'm looking for, I may reveal a little more to him, but not enough to really drag him into it. Hopefully, this will open up the trail for me to find information I need to help others. Wish me luck.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Certainly Not Fun
The flu. It sucks.
My father has had it for about 5 days, and now I'm getting it. Perhaps that will explain everything with me getting sick.
Passed out yesterday and was out for several hours.
When I came back on, I saw Sammie online, so I messaged her.
But it wasn't her.
She was hallowed.
She kept referring to her master. Saying that he let me live when he encountered me. That soon I will join him.
So, first I almost lost my sister, now my friend is hallowed.
I feel so helpless now. It's like, I can't do anything to protect my family and my friends.
But I will not give up.
I will find a way to save her.
No matter what it takes.
I will save her..........
For Darby
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
My father has had it for about 5 days, and now I'm getting it. Perhaps that will explain everything with me getting sick.
Passed out yesterday and was out for several hours.
When I came back on, I saw Sammie online, so I messaged her.
But it wasn't her.
She was hallowed.
She kept referring to her master. Saying that he let me live when he encountered me. That soon I will join him.
So, first I almost lost my sister, now my friend is hallowed.
I feel so helpless now. It's like, I can't do anything to protect my family and my friends.
But I will not give up.
I will find a way to save her.
No matter what it takes.
I will save her..........
For Darby
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Monday, February 14, 2011
Coming Back Down
Kay is back.
She's not dead.
I love you, but I fucking hate you for that happening. It's understandable, but still..............
I didnt sleep at all last night, and my phone shut off. I didnt get her text until I charged my phone after work today. I'm getting sick now. Headache, coughing, exhaustion.
Gonna go take a nap, now that I know my sister is safe.
She's not dead.
I love you, but I fucking hate you for that happening. It's understandable, but still..............
I didnt sleep at all last night, and my phone shut off. I didnt get her text until I charged my phone after work today. I'm getting sick now. Headache, coughing, exhaustion.
Gonna go take a nap, now that I know my sister is safe.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
OMGOMGOMGOMG
I leave on the weekend as I always do, and this fucking happens?
KAY IS GONE!!!
My sister is fucking missing!
I normally call her Sunday mornings to see if anything has happened. Its how I keep in touch with the other Runners and Fighters when I am away on the weekend. But something was wrong this morning.
The phone went straight to voicemail.
That never happens.
I tried texting her.
No reply.
I got out of work at 7pm and rushed home. I immediately went onto the blogs to see what was going on. I read her last two posts. Something happened to her, I knew it. I ran out of the house and drove over to her place.
I got to her house at about 8pm. The front door was locked, so I ran to the side door.
It was WIDE OPEN.
I carefully looked inside, making sure there was nobody else around. I had my claw with me (I still never leave without it), and I had it in my hand. I carefully looked around, but I saw nothing.
And when I say nothing, I mean, NOTHING was out of place.
The place wasn't trashed. Nothing was thrown about.
The only thing I noticed that seemed a little odd was that the computer was on. No webpages or files or programs were open. Just the desktop.
No clues as to what may have happened or where she is.
I failed as her brother.
She is missing. I have no idea where she is, and I didn't protect her.
I am a terrible brother.
I failed..................
KAY IS GONE!!!
My sister is fucking missing!
I normally call her Sunday mornings to see if anything has happened. Its how I keep in touch with the other Runners and Fighters when I am away on the weekend. But something was wrong this morning.
The phone went straight to voicemail.
That never happens.
I tried texting her.
No reply.
I got out of work at 7pm and rushed home. I immediately went onto the blogs to see what was going on. I read her last two posts. Something happened to her, I knew it. I ran out of the house and drove over to her place.
I got to her house at about 8pm. The front door was locked, so I ran to the side door.
It was WIDE OPEN.
I carefully looked inside, making sure there was nobody else around. I had my claw with me (I still never leave without it), and I had it in my hand. I carefully looked around, but I saw nothing.
And when I say nothing, I mean, NOTHING was out of place.
The place wasn't trashed. Nothing was thrown about.
The only thing I noticed that seemed a little odd was that the computer was on. No webpages or files or programs were open. Just the desktop.
No clues as to what may have happened or where she is.
I failed as her brother.
She is missing. I have no idea where she is, and I didn't protect her.
I am a terrible brother.
I failed..................
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
4am
That's what time I started typing this. I passed out early last night, and woke up at around 2, 2:30am. Thankfully I don't have to be at work in the morning. I ended up waking up because of a dream. This dream was not my normal dream, and I think it's a result of you know who.
In my dream, I had woken up from sleeping, and I was apparently getting ready for a day out with friends from school. We were having some sort of reunion, and we had plans to go into NYC for the day. We were going to meet up at the Ripley's Museum, which is only a few blocks from the Port Authority. So I take the bus from right by my house to get into the city. Normally, it takes about 30 minutes or so, if there is no traffic. I'm on the bus, going through the Lincoln Tunnel, but when we get to the other side, I'm not in NYC. At least, it wasn't NYC of today, I believe.
All around me, there were trees. Yes, trees. My immediate thought is that I need to get off the bus and away from them. But the bus won't stop. It keeps driving. I look around, and I see, on the bus, everybody else is wearing a mask. I feel I'm on a bus with all proxies now. Even the bus driver had a mask on. I'm almost ready to crap myself, but then I realize something: it's still a dream. I can still control certain aspects of it. So I reach under my seat, and I look to see if there is another mask for me. There is. I immediately put the mask on, so as not to attract unwanted attention.
The bus finally makes a stop, right outside a large building. It looks like an old church of some kind, but I'm not sure. Everybody starts getting off, and I decide to follow. Dream or not, I may get some information I can use. I walk with everybody into the church. This room is huge, though. I would say, there had to be at least 200 proxies. I sit down in one row, and I wait. The person next to me taps my shoulder. I turn, and this person whispers in my ear, "You aren't one of them either, are you?" It was in a female's voice. I whisper back, "No, I'm not. I'm not sure how I got here honestly." "Same here. I went to sleep, and I thought I was dreaming. This seems too real though." She thought she was dreaming too. Could it be another fighter/runner that I just met?
Suddenly, everybody starts to stand up and begins chanting. The words they spoke are the exact same ones that the proxy said to me when I was attacked. Me and my new buddy followed, even though we didn't know what we were saying. At the front of the church, in front of this podium, a black mass starts to appear. Slowly, I see tentacles coming out, and I realize that Slenderman is coming. Before I can make a break for it, a tentacle shoots forward and wraps itself around the girl next to me. Within seconds, her body goes limp. I look back up, and I see His face now peering in my direction. One of the other proxies grabs me, and he whispers in my ear, "He has plans for you."
That's when I woke up.
I really have some messed up dreams, don't I?
But it makes me wonder too.
I controlled a few aspects of it, but how do I know that He wasn't controlling any of it either?
If that's the case, then what "plans" does he have for me?
Well, whatever they are, I'm going to spoil them for him.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
In my dream, I had woken up from sleeping, and I was apparently getting ready for a day out with friends from school. We were having some sort of reunion, and we had plans to go into NYC for the day. We were going to meet up at the Ripley's Museum, which is only a few blocks from the Port Authority. So I take the bus from right by my house to get into the city. Normally, it takes about 30 minutes or so, if there is no traffic. I'm on the bus, going through the Lincoln Tunnel, but when we get to the other side, I'm not in NYC. At least, it wasn't NYC of today, I believe.
All around me, there were trees. Yes, trees. My immediate thought is that I need to get off the bus and away from them. But the bus won't stop. It keeps driving. I look around, and I see, on the bus, everybody else is wearing a mask. I feel I'm on a bus with all proxies now. Even the bus driver had a mask on. I'm almost ready to crap myself, but then I realize something: it's still a dream. I can still control certain aspects of it. So I reach under my seat, and I look to see if there is another mask for me. There is. I immediately put the mask on, so as not to attract unwanted attention.
The bus finally makes a stop, right outside a large building. It looks like an old church of some kind, but I'm not sure. Everybody starts getting off, and I decide to follow. Dream or not, I may get some information I can use. I walk with everybody into the church. This room is huge, though. I would say, there had to be at least 200 proxies. I sit down in one row, and I wait. The person next to me taps my shoulder. I turn, and this person whispers in my ear, "You aren't one of them either, are you?" It was in a female's voice. I whisper back, "No, I'm not. I'm not sure how I got here honestly." "Same here. I went to sleep, and I thought I was dreaming. This seems too real though." She thought she was dreaming too. Could it be another fighter/runner that I just met?
Suddenly, everybody starts to stand up and begins chanting. The words they spoke are the exact same ones that the proxy said to me when I was attacked. Me and my new buddy followed, even though we didn't know what we were saying. At the front of the church, in front of this podium, a black mass starts to appear. Slowly, I see tentacles coming out, and I realize that Slenderman is coming. Before I can make a break for it, a tentacle shoots forward and wraps itself around the girl next to me. Within seconds, her body goes limp. I look back up, and I see His face now peering in my direction. One of the other proxies grabs me, and he whispers in my ear, "He has plans for you."
That's when I woke up.
I really have some messed up dreams, don't I?
But it makes me wonder too.
I controlled a few aspects of it, but how do I know that He wasn't controlling any of it either?
If that's the case, then what "plans" does he have for me?
Well, whatever they are, I'm going to spoil them for him.
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Monday, February 7, 2011
End of Another Weekend
Well, this weekend certainly was long and interesting. Now that I'm home, I'm able to catch up on all my blogs. My phone died on me this weekend, even though I fully charged it, so I couldn't even call Kay and ask her for any updates. I was crying almost all weekend when nobody was around, for fear of Ava. But I got home tonight, checked my blogs and saw the first true good thing in awhile.
Ava survived. She is alive.
I started crying again when I wrote that. She's a tough little cookie, she is, and I am so happy that she is safe. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Reach at this point. Alive or dead, what he did was such a noble sacrifice for Ava, and no matter what happened, in my eyes, he regained his humanity right there. Reach, I pray you are alive, for Ava's sake.
Darby also decided to return to us. He has said he will not abandon us while we are still dealing with our enemy. Thank you, my friend. And I cannot wait for when you make our way out here. The good times we shall have.
Cathy is doing alright, though she's being led from place to place in an attempt to find and save her daughter. I wish you luck, and if there is anything that I can do on my part here, please let me know.
Haven't really heard much from Holly and Storm's end, so I am hoping they are safe. Sammie's been having some interesting dreams, but she is still safe.
Jeff and Cheska are over in Germany now, trying to get more info on Der Ritter. Wishing them the best of luck and safety as well.
As for my own updates, outside of crying and my phone dying.
I did see Him again, Saturday night when getting out of work.
But He didn't attack me.
He just stood there, in the parking lot of my job. Staring at me. Well, as best as He could, considering He has no eyes. One arm was a normal looking arm, the other was a tentacle. He was simply waving it about in the air. Not hitting anybody or anything. Just kinda letting it flap in the wind.
Almost like He was taunting me to come after Him again. I am not making that same mistake right now. I'm not squaring off with Him until I can find another way to hurt Him.
I had a slight case of memory loss this weekend. The good old fashioned slender-sickness hits again, huh?
I slept over my girlfriend's Saturday night. I still haven't told her, she doesn't need to know yet. It was about 3am that we finally went to sleep. She said she woke up at about 6, and I wasn't in the bed. She walked through the house and couldn't find me. She opened the door and looked outside, and she saw me just sitting on my car, staring up into the sky. She thought that I just needed time to think and let me be. I "woke up" at around 10am, back in her bed.
So, since my little fight, I have been coughing and now the memory loss.
So, what? Am I going to become a proxy now? Am I going to be stuck fighting for the tentacled mass of shit that plagues our lives? Am I going to end up coming after the people I care about, just because He asks me to?
No. I won't allow it. I know I'm not exactly the most stable of minds, and I know I'm not the most physically strong person. I'm nowhere near as strong or smart or stable or helpful as some of you out there: Kay, Jeff & Cheska, Robert, Zeke, Celeste, Ava, Reach, Thage, Darby, so many others to list.
But I can't leave you all behind. Not while I'm still alive and can do something to fight back, to help you all out. You all keep me sane in this, and holding onto you all, I think I may survive.
Forget that book in my dreams about The Guardian.
I choose my own title now. I choose my role in this fight. I choose my own destiny.
I...........choose...........my..............life!
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Ava survived. She is alive.
I started crying again when I wrote that. She's a tough little cookie, she is, and I am so happy that she is safe. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Reach at this point. Alive or dead, what he did was such a noble sacrifice for Ava, and no matter what happened, in my eyes, he regained his humanity right there. Reach, I pray you are alive, for Ava's sake.
Darby also decided to return to us. He has said he will not abandon us while we are still dealing with our enemy. Thank you, my friend. And I cannot wait for when you make our way out here. The good times we shall have.
Cathy is doing alright, though she's being led from place to place in an attempt to find and save her daughter. I wish you luck, and if there is anything that I can do on my part here, please let me know.
Haven't really heard much from Holly and Storm's end, so I am hoping they are safe. Sammie's been having some interesting dreams, but she is still safe.
Jeff and Cheska are over in Germany now, trying to get more info on Der Ritter. Wishing them the best of luck and safety as well.
As for my own updates, outside of crying and my phone dying.
I did see Him again, Saturday night when getting out of work.
But He didn't attack me.
He just stood there, in the parking lot of my job. Staring at me. Well, as best as He could, considering He has no eyes. One arm was a normal looking arm, the other was a tentacle. He was simply waving it about in the air. Not hitting anybody or anything. Just kinda letting it flap in the wind.
Almost like He was taunting me to come after Him again. I am not making that same mistake right now. I'm not squaring off with Him until I can find another way to hurt Him.
I had a slight case of memory loss this weekend. The good old fashioned slender-sickness hits again, huh?
I slept over my girlfriend's Saturday night. I still haven't told her, she doesn't need to know yet. It was about 3am that we finally went to sleep. She said she woke up at about 6, and I wasn't in the bed. She walked through the house and couldn't find me. She opened the door and looked outside, and she saw me just sitting on my car, staring up into the sky. She thought that I just needed time to think and let me be. I "woke up" at around 10am, back in her bed.
So, since my little fight, I have been coughing and now the memory loss.
So, what? Am I going to become a proxy now? Am I going to be stuck fighting for the tentacled mass of shit that plagues our lives? Am I going to end up coming after the people I care about, just because He asks me to?
No. I won't allow it. I know I'm not exactly the most stable of minds, and I know I'm not the most physically strong person. I'm nowhere near as strong or smart or stable or helpful as some of you out there: Kay, Jeff & Cheska, Robert, Zeke, Celeste, Ava, Reach, Thage, Darby, so many others to list.
But I can't leave you all behind. Not while I'm still alive and can do something to fight back, to help you all out. You all keep me sane in this, and holding onto you all, I think I may survive.
Forget that book in my dreams about The Guardian.
I choose my own title now. I choose my role in this fight. I choose my own destiny.
I...........choose...........my..............life!
-Lucien Drage
Member of the Isabel Initiative
Fighter for the Cause
Survivor of The Threat
Defender of the Scared
Friend of the Free-willed
Brother to All
Friday, February 4, 2011
A Touch of Bad News
So, things are going haywire all over the place. Ava and Reach ventured into the quarry. They got separated. Ava is scared. I'm scared we may lose her.
Milo from TribeTwelve posted his Thanksgiving footage. Oh my god. It's going crazy for him there.
Haven't heard from J of Marble Hornets in awhile. I hope he's somewhere safe.
Holly had a blog post that was in code, she doesn't remember posting it. We haven't been able to translate it.
Darby is...........well, Darby.
My girlfriend is still coughing, having dreams about the tall, faceless minister.
And now, apparently I'm coughing too. In my sleep.
I woke up yesterday, and my mom came up to me.
Mom: Are you getting sick again?
Me: No, I just finished getting over being sick from December.
Mom: Are you sure? I heard you coughing a lot while you were sleeping.
Me: -kinda surprised- Really? I would have woken up if I was coughing.
Mom: Well, it woke me up a few times. And it's not the first time either. You've always coughed a lot in your sleep, sick or not. Since you were in high school.
I got scared by that. I cough when I'm sick, and that's normally it. If I cough in my sleep, I wake up from it. But I've been coughing in my sleep since HS, and not remembered it? Thats a little scary. Especially since this past weekend.
Dream update, good and bad: I copied down more of the book in my dream. Summary = Whoever this Guardian is, he will be the one to unite people to take down what is called "The Threat" and his army. He has to be exposed to The Threat before being able to do so. This could reference becoming Hallowed and coming back. The next section talks about The Threat and his army. They are referenced as Agents that either willingly go with him or are seduced into his control. There is also the reference of those who know are more likely to be targets. That was the last I got. Then something else happened.
The other night, I went into my dream to try and get more. The door to the study was sealed shut. I broke the door in, and the study was destroyed. It looked like it had been in a fire. I searched frantically and found the book, but all the pages were completely burnt. The book is gone, so I dont know if I can get anymore information from it.
Oh god, while typing this, I'm almost in tears, worrying about Ava. I pray you are safe and come back to us. I don't need anybody dying on me. Not now.
Please Ava. Don't die.
Milo from TribeTwelve posted his Thanksgiving footage. Oh my god. It's going crazy for him there.
Haven't heard from J of Marble Hornets in awhile. I hope he's somewhere safe.
Holly had a blog post that was in code, she doesn't remember posting it. We haven't been able to translate it.
Darby is...........well, Darby.
My girlfriend is still coughing, having dreams about the tall, faceless minister.
And now, apparently I'm coughing too. In my sleep.
I woke up yesterday, and my mom came up to me.
Mom: Are you getting sick again?
Me: No, I just finished getting over being sick from December.
Mom: Are you sure? I heard you coughing a lot while you were sleeping.
Me: -kinda surprised- Really? I would have woken up if I was coughing.
Mom: Well, it woke me up a few times. And it's not the first time either. You've always coughed a lot in your sleep, sick or not. Since you were in high school.
I got scared by that. I cough when I'm sick, and that's normally it. If I cough in my sleep, I wake up from it. But I've been coughing in my sleep since HS, and not remembered it? Thats a little scary. Especially since this past weekend.
Dream update, good and bad: I copied down more of the book in my dream. Summary = Whoever this Guardian is, he will be the one to unite people to take down what is called "The Threat" and his army. He has to be exposed to The Threat before being able to do so. This could reference becoming Hallowed and coming back. The next section talks about The Threat and his army. They are referenced as Agents that either willingly go with him or are seduced into his control. There is also the reference of those who know are more likely to be targets. That was the last I got. Then something else happened.
The other night, I went into my dream to try and get more. The door to the study was sealed shut. I broke the door in, and the study was destroyed. It looked like it had been in a fire. I searched frantically and found the book, but all the pages were completely burnt. The book is gone, so I dont know if I can get anymore information from it.
Oh god, while typing this, I'm almost in tears, worrying about Ava. I pray you are safe and come back to us. I don't need anybody dying on me. Not now.
Please Ava. Don't die.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Confessions
I haven't posted since Sunday night, and there is a good reason.
I've been curling up in my room, hiding.
First off, my first confession.
The truth is, when I was first introduced to the world of Slenderman, I honestly thought it was kinda dumb. I made this blog as a joke, expecting to perhaps get a few trolls to entertain me. But then everything started happening: my dreams, my girlfriend having dreams, her coughing fits (which she still has), the notes on my car, the proxy attack, and most recently, an attack from You-Know-Who Himself. It became so real, and for the first time in my life, I can honestly and truly say I'm scared for myself. I was lucky to survive the attack, but what about next time? What if I have to deal with multiple proxies at once? What if Slenderman decides to use more tentacles next time in his attack on me? All of this makes me want to give up.
But this leads me to my second confession. I now have her permission to do this. I am revealing the identity of the person who introduced me to Slenderman in the first place. Her name is Kay. She has her own blog, titled A Wand and A Prayer.
She is my sister.
She didn't want to be revealed, mainly due to not wanting unnecessary attention brought upon her while preparing for her experiments. I granted her this, and waited until she would have been ready to interview with me for my blog. But this weekend, something went terribly wrong. She encountered Slenderman as well. He escaped while she conducted her experiment, but left a proxy in His place. Needless to say, she survived her encounter, but at a terrible cost to her body.
I went to visit her last night. I cannot even begin to describe her condition. I've seen her in bad shape before, but this was nothing short of painful to look at. I cried when I found out she was attacked, and cried again when I saw her. I immediately felt so useless. I know that I am the youngest of the three kids, I know that she is the oldest, but I am the only boy. I still feel it's my job to protect my sisters, and with this happening, I failed.
As scared as I am, as much of a fraidy cat I'm turning into, I cannot give up. I have to take care of my sister, even though she'll probably be looking out for me just as much. I take a look down at my arm and see the scar Slenderman left on me. It still burns a little bit, but it's healing. I look at it, and I realize something: I actually survived a direct encounter with him. Sure, it was by dumb luck, but I did survive. That has to count for something.
I'm lending Kay my cane-sword for now. She needs it more than I do. Both for walking, and for defense. I can manage without it. I have other weapons.
I spoke to Darby earlier. He asked me to give a message to his friends here. He promises that he will return to us. He isn't sure when, but he will come back. He needs to test something. Darby, if you read this, again, I wish you the best of luck.
@Storm, thank you for listening to me earlier. You surely are a great person. Remember, all of us are afraid at one point.
@Kay, take as long as you need with the cane. I'll survive.
@Sammie, take comfort in that you have friends that care about you, and we are here for you during anything you may endure.
@Anybody else who reads this, make sure to stay as safe as you can be. He is out there still. Never assume you are safe, because once you are complacent, it's easier for Him to get you. If any of you are interested in keeping in touch off the blog, please let me know how to in a comment. I want to be able to stay in touch outside the blog too.
-Lucien
I've been curling up in my room, hiding.
First off, my first confession.
The truth is, when I was first introduced to the world of Slenderman, I honestly thought it was kinda dumb. I made this blog as a joke, expecting to perhaps get a few trolls to entertain me. But then everything started happening: my dreams, my girlfriend having dreams, her coughing fits (which she still has), the notes on my car, the proxy attack, and most recently, an attack from You-Know-Who Himself. It became so real, and for the first time in my life, I can honestly and truly say I'm scared for myself. I was lucky to survive the attack, but what about next time? What if I have to deal with multiple proxies at once? What if Slenderman decides to use more tentacles next time in his attack on me? All of this makes me want to give up.
But this leads me to my second confession. I now have her permission to do this. I am revealing the identity of the person who introduced me to Slenderman in the first place. Her name is Kay. She has her own blog, titled A Wand and A Prayer.
She is my sister.
She didn't want to be revealed, mainly due to not wanting unnecessary attention brought upon her while preparing for her experiments. I granted her this, and waited until she would have been ready to interview with me for my blog. But this weekend, something went terribly wrong. She encountered Slenderman as well. He escaped while she conducted her experiment, but left a proxy in His place. Needless to say, she survived her encounter, but at a terrible cost to her body.
I went to visit her last night. I cannot even begin to describe her condition. I've seen her in bad shape before, but this was nothing short of painful to look at. I cried when I found out she was attacked, and cried again when I saw her. I immediately felt so useless. I know that I am the youngest of the three kids, I know that she is the oldest, but I am the only boy. I still feel it's my job to protect my sisters, and with this happening, I failed.
As scared as I am, as much of a fraidy cat I'm turning into, I cannot give up. I have to take care of my sister, even though she'll probably be looking out for me just as much. I take a look down at my arm and see the scar Slenderman left on me. It still burns a little bit, but it's healing. I look at it, and I realize something: I actually survived a direct encounter with him. Sure, it was by dumb luck, but I did survive. That has to count for something.
I'm lending Kay my cane-sword for now. She needs it more than I do. Both for walking, and for defense. I can manage without it. I have other weapons.
I spoke to Darby earlier. He asked me to give a message to his friends here. He promises that he will return to us. He isn't sure when, but he will come back. He needs to test something. Darby, if you read this, again, I wish you the best of luck.
@Storm, thank you for listening to me earlier. You surely are a great person. Remember, all of us are afraid at one point.
@Kay, take as long as you need with the cane. I'll survive.
@Sammie, take comfort in that you have friends that care about you, and we are here for you during anything you may endure.
@Anybody else who reads this, make sure to stay as safe as you can be. He is out there still. Never assume you are safe, because once you are complacent, it's easier for Him to get you. If any of you are interested in keeping in touch off the blog, please let me know how to in a comment. I want to be able to stay in touch outside the blog too.
-Lucien
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