Outside

He's outside my window. Right now.

I don't wanna take my eyes away from it because if I do He might move.

Just have to keep looking at Him.

Have to.

I can see Him. He's watching me.

I

I can't finish this post with any words of wisdom/comfort.

How can I?

He's here and he's found my house.

Maybe he knew where I was in the first place.

Wait.

He's gone...

I can't deal with this right now.

-Sintel

White Cliffs

Hey.

Every post starts with how tired I am. Seriously. I'm gonna die from exhaustion before some imaginary thin man gets me. But for once, I'm not sleepy, far from it. My eyes are really wide and scary looking from my constant vigilance.

I spent three hours in the police station today, which was fun. People break into our school all the time, the walls are low and even the local people know the code to open the gate (which is why we change it all the time...doesn't work.) But someone broke in and trashed the Science lab and some of the English rooms. Well, not some English rooms...just one. Mine and Lees'. Paper and broken glass everywhere, but none of the windows or doors were broken. They think there might have been a mini earthquake but...only two rooms getting trashed doesn't make sense.

So, Lee and I got taken to the station for questioning. We didn't know why at first but then they showed us some pictures they found. In the science lab they found a singed picture of Lee and in the English room they a scribbled on one of me. I wasn't shocked, not really. My face was scribbled over with black marker pen. I'm not gonna ignore the fact he probably wants to use me. Lee. He probably wants to kill her...

She's gonna die.

God, I hope she doesn't. I need her, need to tell her all the things I've learnt.

They asked me if I knew anyone in school who had a grudge against me and Lee but I said no and kind of just shrugged at the other questions. Trying to act like I wasn't terrified. Then they told me some kids from the school up the hill from us, Astor; had gone missing. To turn up on the White Cliffs. One had fallen, the others were in a catatonic state around the area. They found some guy who admitted to doing it, pleaded insanity and for them to lock him away. He literally asked them to put him behind bars. It's just a speculation but, I think he was trying to get away from Slender. He may not have done the crime but,

The statements he gave were along the lines of, "I watched everything. Everything. Knows I saw. Now he's on to me." The police assumed "he" was the DCI (detective chief inspector) they had trying to find the kidnapper but...I think it was Him.

The guy, Hachell, was found dead in his cell at HM Prison Canterbury.

After the Q&A session I was sitting in the hallway with a cup of tea, I had my I-pod in and I nearly shat bricks when my music turned into ear piercing static. And then He was there.

Just...standing at the end of the corridor, head cocked to the side. Observing me.

I must have stood up because I found myself walking towards him. It's not like I was being controlled by Him...I actually wanted to face him. Find out why everyone was so scared of this harmless looking thing. He looked so...curious. I didn't care my music was still loud static and the over head lights were...swinging quite precariously, I kept walking until I was about five metres away from him.

It was so cold and my breath was steaming in the air. We stood just staring for a while before I said, "You're not a very good monster. Not show yourself for a week then just turn up..." I think I pissed him off. Does he understand our language? I just thought that...He must do because my ear phone sparked in my ears and fucking burnt the inner shell of my ear. Bloody hurt. He...

He seemed to get bigger. Maybe it was just my imagination. He definitely got more...well, more slender.

A police man walked by and He was gone. Like that. I stood there for about half and hour, ear phones sizzling on the floor, ears ringing.

Lee came out of the office and I walked behind her slowly till we got into town. I ran to the park and just sat there for a few hours. Staring at the trees and I guess they stared right back.

-Sintel

I don't want to be so glum in posts now. I've looked back over the first few and I sound like some angsty dickhead, and I am most certain not. It's hard though, because as much as I don't want to admit it; these events are the most interesting thing in my life right now. And I gotta be honest that terrifies and amazes me at the same time. I'm finding myself wanting to know more and more about this...

Not gonna write his name, it scares me. Scares me to tears.

One year ago I went to see a play, it was wonderful. Atmospheric and scary. It was Woman In Black just to clarify. I spent most of the time clenching my eyes shut so tight it gave me a headache, but I still enjoyed being scared.

This isn't a kind of scared I enjoy.

I don't know what to think when I'm reading these blogs. The most information I've got is from some guy called M, but I'm still not reading enough of the blogs to understand. How the fuck can I when I get halfway through a paragraph saying that when someone is tagged or branded or whatever by this imaginary monster, it can be passed on?

You think I like the thoughts that jangle around my head that Leanne is marked by Him? I don't want to lose my best friend. It's too much for me to take in, I've been on this planet for fourteen years, that's not even half a life time. I'm not stupid, I don't want to believe but I'm starting to.

Leanne coughed on me. That's what scared me the most today I think. Not just my insane scribblings. My insane scribblings that I can't remember I did. The blogs say it's the cough.

Being around him makes you...sick. I've been sick the past week as well her? Am I for the chop...the...

Let's say that this whole thing isn't real, that nobody has died. Nobody has died. Nobody has died. So many have died...children. I have a niece, she's a baby, what if she grows up and he's passed on from me to her. My sister lives for her daughter, she's wanted to be a mother forever! I can't take that away from her. This slender thing must drive you insane with guilt and...anxiety. Is that how he kills you? He let's you destroy yourself from the inside? I have so many questions and I don't know who to ask.

I can't ask my friends because they might research Him and then. Well yeah, some things are better left unsaid. Or not thought up in the first place.

My brain is drawing me into this twisted world of Him. But my common sense is telling me to get the fuck out of there, stop using the interest to research Him. Bring Him to life so to speak. When I do go looking for him, I have to keep my music loud and cheerful or else I tense up (TENSO...not so funny really with everything that's going on) and start hyperventilating. I'm not sick anymore though. When I think about it, I haven't felt ill since before I blacked out in Physics. I need to research these (X) symbols more.

Do...Do they protect you from him? If so I'm thinking about scrawling them all over my bloody walls.

I'm not in a jokey mood right now, but I want to be. I want to cheer myself and get my head in gear. I'm looking through pictures me and Leanne took on my Mum's mac. Ha. My mum is so protective of her baby mac, when she found out i'd been messing around on it she started going on about how I could scratch it or damage it somehow.

Well, what she said was,

Je gaat krassen op het scherm, idioot.

*You're going to scratch the screen, idiot.

What a wonderful woman she is.

Adults don't get stalked do they?

I don't want my whole family to suffer from something that doesn't even exist when you don't think about him or, however the story goes.

It reminds me of a movie I have on DVD, One Missed Call. The original version. I used to watch that and think, "That's so creepy...the fact it's passed on my cell phones probably makes it scarier, seeing as they are something we use every day, by millions of people. And...you get if from your friends. Your contacts. This is mind numbingly scary." The ending was happy. Happy. The girl smiling down at the detective guy. But it could have been worse, she could have stabbed him.

Will any of the marked people's stories end up happy like that movie? From terror to joy...

I think I should be running, not sitting in bed with the curtains drawn. Listening to the rage of the wind outside hoping that it is wind and not something worse. I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight. I have to. There's always been a little girl inside me that has wanted to do it but, electricity is expensive and what's the point if I'm not scared of the dark?

I'm scared of the dark. I'm scared of what's in the dark, what the dark is made of...who controls it.

Don't believe in God. I believe in him as much as I believe Santa still buys me presents at Christmas.

I just had an awful thought.

I told my friend Jason that I would be starting a blog. Shit...I hope I didn't give him the address. Someone tell me it's not passed on through blogs. He lives two minutes away but...I'm too selfish to venture out when I think about the woods near my house and the lurking dread that fills the bottom of my stomach when I even just glance at a window. Even in the day I'm feeling more paranoid.

A mental break down at fourteen is not good. Not good.

I want to sleep. I'll talk to Jason tomorrow and...I'll talk to him.

I want to post this picture though, it's one of me and Leanne. We look sweet.



Me on the left, Lee on the Right.
Girls always do weird things with their hands, don't they...

  -Sintel

What the fuck is this.

I get told off in Physics for scribbling all over my work...

I didn't even do it, fuck sake.

...Don't think I did at least. I don't remember about ten minutes of the lesson. I remember setting up an experiment to measure the velocity of a moving object but, after that I...

The next thing I know my teacher is asking me why I'm defacing my work.

I drew...lightbulb symbols all over it. Indicator symbol, I don't know. There's a stick figure in the side as well, but I certainly didn't draw that, Leanne must have.

Yeah, Leanne is back at school now. She's...

She's content. For the moment.

I can't be bothered with this crap for the rest of the night

That's my work after I had a black out.

If anyone can Help mE, that would be brilLiant, thanks People.

-Sintel

Words cannot describe this...