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
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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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