I woke up a couple hours ago to an empty house and that. I scribbled pretty damn hard on myself because my skin is all red and scratched up. And then there's that yellowish bruise at my wrist, like something grabbed hold of it and squeezed really tight. Which is of course disconcerting seeing as I've not really been near any other people for a few days.

Well, I go out I just don't...interact. Too much hassle because I don't want to talk to anyone, they seem distant and irritating. It's like I think because they can't help me with...with my problem, I have no use in talking to them. It's a waste of time really, at least that's how my mind is processing it. The only person I've ever really had a conversation about what's going on is Lee and she's

She's not here anymore. She's not dead, I mean she's just not really...She's not all here. She's been institutionalised, in a psychiatric unit in Orphington. I haven't been to see her though because I'm

I'm not comfortable with going somewhere like that. For fear of the future. That might be me soon. Granted, it might be safer but going via the fact He can probably be anywhere at any time it's a bit of a....stupid idea.

God, I've been scrubbing at the pen on my arm but it's just making it look more red and raw. Another test really isn't it. Test to see what control he has over me.

This is really the last straw, I'm leaving before He realises and before He can do anything worse. He's already made my best friend go mental and try to

well

not tried to. She killed her neighbours dog, hacked it up and then just sort of...

First she went missing about a week ago and I honestly thought she was dead, but then she turns up out of the blue, sitting next to the dead dog.

It doesn't matter. It's not gonna save her now really is it? Best not to think about it at all. Not until the right time, it's too much to get your head around all this. Orphington is a long way away to go right now, it would put too much strain on my family, they've been noticing my...self isolation. They try to understand, it's hard for kids when they loose friends and have their school broken into by someone who seemingly wants them and their friend.

My mum is really scared. She got told all about the break in and the defiled photos of Lee and I. She thinks I'm going crazy as well, she keeps trying to cohurst me into going back to Almere. Even if it's just for the holidays but...I don't really want to. As much as it kills me to say it, I want to to stay at home right now. I shouldn't because it might get me

It might be bad for me.

To be perfectly honest, there's not much that's good for me right now. Apart from running away.

I've always wondered, when you've run to all the places you can...where do you go?

If He followed you to every single place on the planet, where could you hide after that.

Because He can be everywhere and he can be there whenever He wants.

Once again, it's not like he plays by our rules.

I can't reiterate that enough.

He doesn't play fair.

I've been on my toes this whole time. Vigilance is hard for me, I get distracted and...well sans my regular upbeat nature. It's annoying, down right...irritating. The sense of His encroaching...presence. Pisses me off and makes me so damn riled up. I wanna just go scream at him but he's distancing himself. If I'm walking through town he won't come up to me, like he did before; rather, he'll just stand in an alley and watch. head twitching from side to side in that horrible manner it always does. When he approached me that time in the Police station, he was testing me. He was seeing how far he could push me, scare me. He's trying to get into my head...

And it's working.

It's like he's wormed his way into my mind and is pulling all the strings. God he's trying to make me follow him, be one of his puppets.

I sat for four hours staring at the window. Productive I know. But then I kind of just...stopped. Like, my brain shut down like a computer or something. It was a sort of awake sleep paralysis, except I could actually move. And I did. It was kinda like being pulled by something and at first it was gentle and I could see the front of my top rucking up like there was a,

Don't laugh,

invisible hand. God, if anyone would have seen me it must have looked like I was crazy or something.

And then it got kinda violent, and it was yanking at me and I couldn't get the door open quickly enough and it....He was outside and just watching. All the time just watching as it happened and for a moment I could hear Him and he was laughing at me. And then it stopped and I scrambled up quickly and managed to draw the curtains and yeah, I guess I wanted to peek out but I just couldn't face looking at his...well, his face. If you can call it that. Even without any features that staring it just...pierces into you. I can't stand it. I can't.

I broke down after that and spent the rest of the day hitting my head against the wall I was leaning on and I guess I must have just...passed out.

I think it's time I stop just talking about leaving and just go. Christmas is out the way so I won't need to worry about ruining it for my family.

Lee.

That's another problem.

She's missing.

It's all my fault.

Fuck, I really have to stop writing, something is knocking against my window and I hope to god it's a tree and not...you-know-who.

Also for anyone who tried on the Solstace.

I'm so fucking sorry it didn't work.

We're all fucking sorry.

Missing two days.

I woke up in the park a few hours ago and had to catch a bus back home at around 7pm.

I'm missing two days...two whole days I don't remember. I had my bag and ipod and purse so at least no one had tried robbing me whilst I was unconscious. Or, whatever the hell happened to me.

God, I swear it feels like I've been asleep for a week. When I think about seeing Him, it's like it didn't really happen. Like it was a dream or something...

Maybe it was a dream. Christ knows, maybe I have been asleep for a week. And this whole Slender Man stuff was just one huge dream. But I really doubt it, my ears still hurt from my headphones blowing in them. I can honestly say, Slender Man, however harmless he may look; can get fucking pissy. I probably shouldn't have written that, he'll do some physic shit and read it with his mind or something stupid like that.

Anyway, when I woke up in the park it was pretty dark and yeah, I was insanely frightened. I've always had a certain fear of the dark. But, don't we all? I guess night is when we're most vulnerable, we can't see and the dulling of the sense of sight means sounds seem much louder. It's like a huge physique fuck. I stayed still for a long time, there were a few people in the park.

The whole time I wondering if any of them had ever thought about Him. Not very many I guess. But, it's our fault he's here. It's our own fault people die by His hand, willing Him into existence was the stupidest thing the Internet has ever done. But then again, the Internet is trying to save us from Him as well. We'd be pretty screwed if the only way of getting information about him was by letters and not blogs. Ha. Imagine sending telegrams about him.

Slender Man is a being willed into existence by the Internet, stop.
He's a BAMF, stop.
We're all buggered, stop.

I want to remember what happened the past two days. Wish I could remember anything, but it's...it's just not coming to me. The only clue I have is the numbers written on my body. When I woke up I noticed one on my hand and then there was one on my leg as well. They're in more places as well, like my back and the nape of my neck. I wrote them down as soon as I could see all of them. Not in any particular order they go,

0,98,7,91,400,8

I don't really know what they mean but it'll probably come to me soon. It's not like I have anything better to do, Slendy is like a constant theme in the tapestry of my mind. I mean, he made my ears get burnt. But then again, he also...I want him to comfort me. His arms...they're so inviting.

Swings and roundabouts really.

Which reminds me, I spent a while at the childrens' play park. Just watching them. No wonder he takes them, they have so much imagination. I remember when I was a kid, I used to get so scared by anything, I'd spend days being scared of things under my bed and in my closet. Again, no wonder he's after me, I think about him more than most probably. Always on my mind. I've started reading the paper again, to see if there's any reports of kidnappings or...

murders.

It's not the best idea but I feel like I need to know.

He's in this town because I let Him in. Or...maybe Lee did. She was the one who was first getting her knickers in a twist because of Him. Either way, we both should probably leave.

Ha.

Our families will love that, me and her running away at Christmas. I suppose we could tell we're going on some sort of trip...a self funded trip. They wouldn't believe, would they? Anything would be better than staying here and infecting the town with Him, it's not a big town; we'd kill everyone.

I can't think about that now, it's just gonna get me even more scared. To think all of this could and might be my fault, it's like suicide really isn't it. The main thing is I'm missing two days but...I'm alive.

I'm alive and all He's done so far is pop up and fuck up my ears. I'd say that's pretty good for a being who apparently ruins peoples lives, kills LOADS of people and generally is a bit of a twat. Hahahaha, I made my laugh at that. Slender Man; twat of the year.

I should stop. He might have a tizzy fit.

Can you tell the jokes are to hide how scared I am?

I don't have any pictures from today, all the pictures I took on Friday got distorted and messed up. I'll try and post some of the numbers on me, seeing as I'm having trouble washing them off so far; they'll probably be on my body till next week.

I need to sleep now, I'm not tired but I'm gonna take some Benzodiazepines, just a watered down brand my mum got prescription a couple months ago. Sleeping pills are a last resort but I really think I need them right now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zb0HHq5KxOo

Just some music that sums up my thoughts right now. It's not a Marble Hornets video or anything like that if you were expecting that. Just regular music.

Night

-Sintel

So, I just woke up.

I joke woke up from my nap.

I looked at my camera and found this picture from this morning. I took too many pictures like, I don't honestly...remember taking this one.

The weather was horrible, snow and fog and more snow and sleet.

I'm...confused. That tree has never been there before. I swear...there's one slightly to the left of this picture but...

Not one there.

My fingers are aching again but it's probably because I typed up a whole essay.

I felt like writing and after writing a whole essay on Before You Were Mine by Carol Anne Duffy got me super tired. My eyes hurt as well,

all droppy and I wanna just rub them. My glasses aren't helping at all.

I can't stop staring at the window. I felt like I haven't blinked in hours.

My eYeS ArE BuRnInG

I want to cry but nothing is coming out.

I must be really sick...

-Sintel