Thursday, July 28, 2011

Lucien Drage's File

I am currently at a hotel somewhere in New York State (not saying how far I travelled away from Letchworth), and I've been reading this file about the real Lucien Drage. The similarities between me and him are remarkable, and I wonder if there really is a connection between me and him.

First off, his family was the same as me: he was the youngest of three, two older sisters. Both parents alive when he died. However, it seemed that his family never visited him while he was being "treated." I put that in quotations because what he was receiving could be considered either treatments or torture. Lucien was constantly locked up in solitary confinement because of his violent streaks. He would attack the nurses and doctors that came near him, but only when he would announce that his "stalker" was nearby. The stalker was described as tall, faceless and always wearing a suit. He would appear to Lucien usually once every few days.

The intriguing fact was that even though his family never visited, Lucien had one visitor every single week. The man would only introduce himself as Mr. Germaine, a close friend of the family. He was the only one who was able to keep Lucien calm enough to be able to describe things that happened in his life, such as when the stalker started appearing in his life, the people he lost to the stalker, etc... Things got worse when Lucien was 23, because Mr. Germaine stopped visiting. Lucien soon became out of control, and the only way to keep him from hurting anybody was through electro-shock therapy.

The day Lucien was discovered dead, they found he had gotten out of his straight jacket in his room. His wrists and throat were slit wide open, and several marks were left on his body. The marks were documented as "being reminiscient of vines or tentacles that wrapped around his body. Possibly the straps from the straight jacket."

So two things come to mind about this. First, the marks found on Lucien's body seem to be possible marks from Slenderman. However, why would He have only left marks on his body like that, instead of tearing him apart like most of his victims? Nothing to really credit this being a Slenderman attack, but nothing to really discount it either. Second, the man who visited Lucien: Mr. Germaine. Going back into what I've researched, Germaine was once a name used by The Count. He would often call himself The Count St. Germaine. So could this man be the one and the same who has been helping me? If so, what is the connection between Lucien and myself? I know I said I picked the name Lucien Drage by myself, but what if subconsciously, there was more to it?

More questions found, no answers revealed. What else do I have to learn?

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Letchworth Village

Date of this post: July 21, 2011. Date to be released: July 27, 2011.

That was where The Count's first coordinates led me to. Letchworth Village in New York state. It appears to be an abandoned hospital and/or psychiatric facility (geez, what is up with these places?). I searched around and took as many pictures as I could before my camera's batteries decided to die on me, as always.


There didn't seem to be anything worth looking at there, except for one thing. I couldn't take a picture of it because of the dead batteries (reminding myself I need to head to a store and buy a lot of double A batteries). In one of the buildings, I found a cabinet with old medical files in there. I wasn't sure if I would find anything of importance in there, but I looked anyway. The second to last file I found was what caught my eye.

The name of the person in the file: Lucien Drage. Birthdate: March 11, 1964. Date of Death: March 11, 1985. Cause: Suicide.

This file was the only one I took with me. I have read it over and over and found so many similarities between myself and this other Lucien. The big connections I've discovered other than the name are the birthdate/death date (he died on the day that I was born), and that he was constantly screaming and swearing that a tall, faceless man was stalking him and trying to kill him.

I will be doing my research on him while I continue to look for The Count.

Lucien Drage, Out.

Monday, July 18, 2011


It had to be done. Kay, I'm sorry I didn't inform you, I had to be safe and cover myself.

This post was delayed to update now. I left home on Friday, and I don't know when I'll be returning.

It's my turn to run, but for several reasons. First, after the threat I received from the FBI at the lunch last Saturday, it became apparent to me that they will be coming after me, just as they did Zeke and Celeste. So until I can properly cover my tracks or get off their list, all my posts will come delayed, so nobody will find me wherever I say I am.

Secondly, Sam posted a new video on youtube.  You're Next, Luke

That was my house she pulled up to. She knows where I live. I'm definitely not safe there anymore. She's the next reason I had to leave. I know she'll try to follow me wherever I head off to, so at least I can keep my parents safe this way (Kay, you will check in on them for me from time to time, won't you?).

Finally, the last reason for leaving: The Count. After discovering who he is, I've realized something. If he truly is who he says he is, he has been alive for over 2000 years. He obviously knows things about Slenderman that we may not. He may have sought me out to tell me this information. Now I have to seek him out to get him to tell me. Count, if you read this, comment and tell me where I need to go. I don't want to just round around the country blind.

I believe I know where my first stop will be, but only if this particular person says she will accept my help. If not, Count, I await for your response.

Until next I update, Lucien Drage, OUT.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Rough Weekend, To Say The Least

The title says it all, and yet barely even covers what this weekend entailed. First off, Saturday morning was Kelley's funeral. My parents came with me, as well as all of Kelley's family. Some of our common friends, as well as most of her graduating class from high school, showed up as well. Plenty of tears were shed during the service.

I've never been to a funeral in the summer. It's really terrible for all of us wearing black, when it's sunny and humid out with barely a breeze. At one point, the wind kicked up for a minute. When it did, I looked in the direction the wind was blowing in. I thought I saw Him standing off in the distance. It was hard to tell, because I blinked and looked again, but whoever it was had disappeared.

I said my part over her casket. I felt I needed to, since I was the last person who saw her alive. Of course, even though I know it was a suicide, people will still probably be suspicious of me. After my speech, they lowered her casket into the ground. I never cried harder in my life then I did at that moment. I honestly don't know how some of the people there were able to not cry.

After the funeral, we had a luncheon at a nearby restaurant for some of us. Basically, it was one of those things where we ate and talked about how much we missed Kelley and all the happy memories we had with her. Everything seemed like a pretty good time, but then the most interesting, and yet terrifying, thing happened.

Two men wearing black suits and ties walked into the restaurant. I didn't recognize either of them from the funeral, so I was a little confused for a moment. They walked over to where we all were sitting. One was about my height, maybe a little taller (so around 5'10 perhaps), lean build, short, frizzy dirty blonde hair, white skin. The other was tanned, much shorter (perhaps 5'4, 5'5), a little on the chunky side, and longer black hair. They walked up to the table, and although they were looking at everybody, it felt like their eyes were fixated on me. The shorter one spoke first.

"We are looking for a Lucien Drage."

I stood up, and simply responded with, "That's me. Who are you?"

The taller one responded. "My name is Agent Lobo, and this is my partner Agent Fitzsimmons. We are with the FBI. We would like to ask you some questions."

"Um.....ok, what is this about?"

Fitzsimmons: "We would rather discuss this in private. Would you mind walking outside with us?"

Me: "Just don't keep me too long. We are in the middle of a luncheon right now."

Lobo: "Don't worry. Simply answer our questions, and we will be on our way."

I step outside the restaurant with Agents Lobo and Fitzsimmons, walking into the parking lot. I am exceedingly nervous, remembering what I've read about the FBI in regards to Zeke and Celeste. However, there is a police station right across the street from the restaurant, so these agents would have been quite dumb to attempt something in front of local authorities.

Me: So what is this all about?

F: Well, we wanted to ask you about your relationship with the former chief of police in your town, Donnie [will not give his last name].

Me: What about it? He was a good friend of my family, as well as myself.

L: Well, it certainly seems like you were more than good friends. After all, he did share police files with you, did he not?

Me: What are you talking about?

F: Don't play your little games with us, LUKE. We know that Donnie took you to the psychiatric facilities to talk to Diana, and we know you were given access to view his files on all the missing persons' cases in your town. We want to know why Donnie broke all the rules to allow you to know all about this.

Me: I don't know why he did it. Maybe he wanted an outsider's perspective on the entire situation. Maybe he simply wanted a fresh look on the cases to get a better idea of who could have done the kidnappings and killings.

L: Yeah, a likely story coming from somebody who has lied to his whole family about why he changed his name.

Me: How do you know about that?

L: You think we wouldn't come to you about this without doing our research on you first, Luke? We know all about you: your name change, your ex's attempt to kill you, even your fiancee's death, most likely caused by you.

At that point, my anger was boiling over, tarnishing my fiancee's name only a week after she died.

Me: How dare you insult my fiancee like that! Gentlemen, I have answered your questions, now if you excuse me, I have my family and friends to get back to. Good day.

I turn to walk back into the restaurant, but one of them grabs my shoulder.

F: Just be careful, Luke. We wouldn't want to see anything bad happen to you, like Diana, Donnie, or Kelley. Enjoy the rest of your meal.

And with that, the two of them simply walked to their car and drove off.

Donnie even warned me that the FBI may come after me next. I'm starting to think it's not safe for me here anymore. I don't want my parents involved in this, and I have nothing really keeping me here now.

Perhaps it is time for me to leave.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Stop These Tears

I've been crying for the past few days now. And it has nothing to do with Kelley losing the baby. It's worse than that now.

I've lost Kelley.

After my last post, I confronted Kelley about her finding my blog. I finally sat her down and explained everything to her: Slenderman, the proxies, Sam, even my past. I had no choice, seeing she read part of my blog. I had to tell her the truth. I also explained to her that I was only trying to protect her, thinking that the less she knew, the safer she would be. She said she believed me, but that she was still angry with me for it. Understandable, but now I knew that I had to watch her all the time. Now that she knew, her safety was completely gone.

I woke up Saturday morning to go and take a shower, and that's when I found her.

She was laying in the bathtub, a piece of broken glass on the floor, both of her wrists slit wide open. I ran and got my dad before he left for work, since he is an EMT, and I asked him to check her pulse. I was almost hyperventilating, or else I would have done it myself.  He said there was none. He called the ambulance to get her body.

She was DOA. They estimated her time of death to be between 3 and 4 in the morning. Cause: suicide.

I lost my baby, and now I lost my fiancee. What do I have left here for me? The only person I was trying to protect is gone. What's the point of staying here and fighting? What's the point of running? No matter what we do, we lose. It's either we let Him take us, or we remove ourselves. The latter is certainly looking mighty tempting now.

And now, because of my failures, I have decided to relinquish my titles. I don't deserve to lead the Isabel Initiative or the Keeper Alliance. I guess that just leaves me as Lucien Drage.

Not even that sounds like a good title anymore.