Coherent Thoughts

Well.

Um...

How do I put this? How do I distill the last few days into a vaguely-intelligent post? Have to start somewhere, I guess.

So after I made that freak-out post on the 13th, I went to speak to Mom. I didn't know what would happen, so I recorded the conversation on my phone. It went like this -

Me: Mom, I need to talk to you. I found these. *paper rustling, I showed Mom the pictures*

Mom: *doesn't say anything, but I remember her eyes got HUGE*

Me: I know what they mean. I know that...thing's been watching you. I saw him.

Mom: You...saw him? How?

Me: I saw him outside today. He was looking at your window. I know about him. He's real, and a lot of other people have seen him too. You're not alone in all this, Mom.

Mom: Stop talking about it. I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to hear about it, I thought if I just stopped thinking about it he'd go away but he's been there, he's been there all this time, he won't go away, no one else has ever seen him!

She kept on like this for a while, though I tried to calm her down. After a while, she seemed to be a little more stable, so I tried talking to her again.

Me: Mom, I need to know. What do these mean? Who's that other person in the drawing? The one coming towards Slender Man?

Mom: What did you call him?

Me: Slender Man. That's his name. Well, the name everyone else calls him. What do you call him?

Mom: The Tall Man.

Me: I think you read too much Lovecraft, Mom. *dry laugh* I'm sorry, that...that was rude. I'm just trying to keep my sense of humor. So...so who is this other person?

Mom: *silence for a long time* My...my brother.

Me: Your...brother? The one who died when you were a kid?

Mom: ...Yes. He took him. He took him and I couldn't stop him and it was all my fault. I wouldn't go to him so he took my little brother...oh God, he was only six years old...and it was my fault...

Me: You...wha...

At this point, Dad came in, and I hurriedly turned my phone off. He was...angry. Started yelling at Mom, demanding to know what kind of crazy stuff she was telling me. I told him to calm down, but he wouldn't listen. I yelled at him, and he slapped me.

My dad has never, EVER hit me. NEVER. And he didn't even look at me, just kept staring at Mom and shouting. She just cowered on her bed while he got angrier. I tried to pull him away, and that's when I noticed something.

His eyes...they looked...dead. There was nothing there. It was...Oh God...

I don't remember what happened after that. I woke up to find myself in my room. My door was locked, and my dresser was pulled in front of it. My window was open, so I could see outside.

And he was there.

Slender Man.

And he was staring at me.

I...I can't write more. I'll tell you guys what happened later.

Shauna

Update

Things have been...not so good.

Can't talk right now, but Wind? Thanks. I know there's no way I can leave my mom now.

Not after all the stuff I've learned.

Will write more soon.

Brain Realization

It's finally dawned on me.

Slender Man is real. Which means all these stories I've been following for a couple months...they're real too. Robert, Ava, Frap, Zeke, Matthew, Inky, Reach, Cathy, and many others...they're all real.

I have to talk to Mom.

She needs to know that she's not alone in this.

And maybe I'll get some answers about those drawings.

I'm just so damn scared that I'll look out my window, and he won't be looking at my mother's window anymore.

He'll be looking at mine.

he's here he's standing outside on the sidewalk, he's looking up at hte window oh god he's not looking at my window he's looking at my MOM'S window and I don't dare take my eyes off him and even though his face is blank he seems ANGRY

oh God what do i do what do i do what do i do?!

okay i remember music sometimes does something pulling up music can't look at the screen blasting happy stuff please work please work oh god he's not moving he's still staring at my mom's window he's not going away please go away please go away i don't know how to deal wiht this oh god he's real oh god

he's gone.

I think Mom was watching him. Her blinds were open just a few seconds ago, but they're closed now.

Oh God, what do I do?

Logical Thinking

Okay, I'm sorta kinda calm-ish now.

I thought over those freaky drawings I found and tried to figure out what's the deal with them. The looming Slender-pic isn't hard to decipher, but I don't know about the very first one. With the small figure walking up to those giant tentacles and the other person trying to stop him/her/it. Who are those people in the picture?

The black-haired figure could be my mom; it has her hairstyle (sort of). But who is the small person?

I don't know.

And what's with the "I WILL NOT BE YOURS" AND "YOU CANNOT TAKE ME"? If this means what I think it means, then Mom's being Slenderstalked. But...why? How would she know about him? What the hell is going on?

WHY haven't I seen him? I know about him! I mean, I didn't think he was real, but I'm starting to change my mind, but what if that sends him after me?

Oh God, what've I done?

Will post more later, this is freaking me out again.

I don't believe it.

I can't...I don't...

WHAT THE HELL?!

Okay, breathe, calm down, try to focus, freaking out isn't going to do you any good.

Been telling myself that for hours now.

Oh God...

I found something and I don't want to admit it's true but oh God it's real.

Just...hold on, need to go compose myself.

Okay, took a 20-minute break to get myself under control.

Where to start?

This afternoon, I came home from college and was just chilling out in my room. I was looking for a book, but I couldn't find it, so I went into Mom's room to see if she had it. Mom was downstairs at the time eating a snack or something, I don't know. So I'm looking around and I see this white thing underneath the bed.

And I got curious.

So I reached under the bed and...and I found these.

I just...I...

How can this be real? How can this be happening? HOW CAN THIS BE REAL?!

I never told Mom about Slender Man. She doesn't even know how to use the Internet. She doesn't read any blogs, she doesn't look at anything, HOW CAN SHE KNOW ABOUT THIS?! What the hell does this mean?!

What am I going to do?

Quiet Thoughts

Hello all,

Today's been fairly calm so far. By calm, I mean that Mom's been in her room the whole time with the blinds closed. At least she's not have a freak-out over something.

I still don't know what exactly is going on. I've talked to Dad about it, but he thinks she just needs a med adjustment.

I don't think it's that simple. Mom's been off-and-on erratic for most of my life, even with all the medication tinkering. I'm going to do some research and see if there's a medical explanation I've overlooked. There's a family history of crazy-time, so maybe she has something undiagnosed.

Right. And my cat is Sasquatch.

Cheers,

Shauna

Hello all,

Quick post because I'm in class right now.

I checked Mom's medication out of a combination of curiosity and worry.

She's been taking her meds.

I watched her take them this morning.

Whatever's wrong with her...it's not her meds.

This is...not good.

ARGH!

Hello all,

Sorry, no semi-clever title tonight. Buckle in, this is going to be a rant-fest.

My mother drives me mad.

As I mentioned in my previous post, my mom has severe bipolar disorder. She's on medication that should be helping her stay in control, but I think she's stopped taking it lately or something because she's acting bonkers. One minute, she's running around downstairs peering out windows and messing with the blinds, the next she's locked herself in her room with the lights out.

Mom, you're not a five-year-old.

I went in her room earlier today to check on her, and she had buried herself under the covers. It was 3:00 in the afternoon, for God's sake. The blinds were shut and the curtain was drawn, so her room looked like a bloody cave. I reached over to open the blinds a bit, and she completely flipped out. Yelled at me to stop touching things and leave her in peace.

That...didn't make me feel very good.

So I'm just avoiding her now. Hopefully she'll start taking her meds again soon, but if she keeps freaking out, I think Dad'll have to take her to the doctor.

God, I'd love to have a normal mom sometimes.

Anyway, sorry for all the ranting, people.

Cheers,

Shauna

Timey-Wimey Wasting

Hello, all,

Quick post before I head off to lunch.

I'm perched up on this little balcony on the second floor of one of the college buildings, from which I have a clear view of the street. It's going to storm soon, I think. My state isn't quite caught in the middle of the MEGA ULTRA GIANT SNOWSTORM OF DEATH AND DESPAIR, so it's freakishly warm for the second day of February.

So I'm wasting time listening to Daft Punk and feeling happy because I got a 98 on my Criminal Justice test. Admittedly, it was very easy because it drew from material I learned back in 10th grade and had beaten into my head through the rest of high school (law academy FTW).

Things have been a bit stressful at home. Mom's not all right in the head thanks to a combination of bipolar disorder and a severe head injury when I was three, but I don't think her meds are working up to their full capacity. She's been a bit...erratic. So it's just me and Dad taking care of everything around the house (cooking, cleaning, gassing up the car, looking after the cat...). Honestly, it gets a little depressing sometimes.

Whoops, didn't mean to go off on a wangst session. Sorry about that.

Cheers,

Shauna

Transfer Time

Hello, all,

I switched over to a new account so I won't be using my college e-mail (you never know when that thing's going to pitch a fit). Of course, this meant I had to re-follow all those Slender blogs, but that's okay. I added a few more to my list.

Crazy stuff's going on in the ARG that is Slender Man. I don't really know what to think of it all. He's not real, of course. But it is amazing to see how much effort people are putting into this story, the level of collaboration and detailed storytelling that makes up this mythos. I'm very impressed.

And no, I'm still not going to make this into a Slender-blog. Like I said, I'm terrible at writing horror stories.

Cheers,

Shauna