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'm so tired...

I fell asleep in my Geography class today.

I didn't sleep well again last night and now I'm feeling it creep up on me during the day, it's ruining my school work all this worry and late night research and blog reading. I look like crap, hair scraped back with ugly, purple and red bags under my eyes. I don't understand how anyone can bear to look at me, let alone have a fully conversation with me. I've started to slip into the arena of the unwell and...I'm inclined to drag people down with me. Whenever someone talks to me I feel the need to gush, and tell me things that will get them skewered on a tree.

Yeah. I read about those incidents. I used to like trees, pretty to photograph...to draw, sit under. I don't go near them. Which is hard because, they're planted all around my school. I hear Admiral Ackbar in my mind shouting, "IT'S A TRAP!" Whenever I get so much as a metre near one.

When I took my nap today I...I had a dream. It wasn't a nightmare because I swear I actually felt a certain sense of,

I don't know,

tranquility, when I was having it. I was fucking enjoying having a messed up and entirely insane dream where, He was talking to me. Talking to me. Not with a voice just...I could hear him. I followed him to the park in my town. Other kids started joining us, like some fucked up Pied Piper Of Hamlin. I wanted to go though, why wouldn't you trust such a smart dresser?

Ha.

We carried on till we came to my school, all these children who I (in a sort of coma like state) noticed, looked like...I don't know. They all sort of looked like the children from my old nursery group. But why this occurred to me I don't know, because they're faces weren't there. Replicas of Him almost. Almost. He stopped when he reached my school gates and turned to me, telling asking me to open the door and let him in. That's what he does. He gets you to open your door, your mind and then he just wanders in and makes himself comfy, you know, has a cup of tea. Looks through your music collection, kills your friends.

I'm not all here I swear.

The awful thing was, I wanted to let Him in. I wanted him to come and take them all away so there was only me and Him let. I...I think I may be becoming a hollowed. But that makes no sense, he's been making Lee sick not me, I don't have a cough...not yet.

I wish he would turn up. I wish he would face me and fucking leave Lee alone.

I found her in the chapel at our school. Praying. She doesn't even believe in God but...she thinks he'll help her. Maybe he will, has anyone ever tried hiding in a church from Him? Could work if he worked by our rules, and not his own. He's so sporadic. To each his own I guess. He's to different in every story. Sometimes he is aggressive, sometimes passive.

Can't really speak for myself as I've never encountered Him...

I should start thinking of a way to shake Him off. Run. Run....Lee told me to run. I could run with her. Two is always better than one, I don't want to be alone if he comes. I don't want to die alone. I don't want to die...

I want to contact someone, maybe M. He offers to answer questions and I need to know some things. maybe even suggest my church idea. Probably shit but I don't really care right now, do any of us? Do we really have a choice. Stay and die or run and keep death away for what...a week? A month? It's hard to stay moving, from an entity that doesn't care if your door is locked, he's fucking coming through and he's messing you up as well.

We're all just lambs and as much as I hate to say it, he's our shepherd, we're controlled by him whether we like it or not.

We just have to grow up and leave the flock, and I think when we do, that's when he gets angry and starts to shear us.

Ugh. Enough of this metaphorical bullshit, I'm going to sleep. And if I dream about Him, so bloody be it. I'll just think of Buddy Christ and it'll all be rainbows and sunshine drops.

-Sintel