i'm alive...i think i'm home...i don't...my head is killing me...last thing i remember is looking out my car window...

glass shattering...

i can barely see...can't find my glasses...

room's dark...it's my room...all the lights are gone...door's locked on the outside...window has bars over it...

i don't know what's happening...

daddy?

Exhaustion

It's past 1:00 in the morning.

Had to pull over at and take a break. God, my eyes are aching, but I don't want to sleep. I'm scared of what I'll find in my dreams.

There aren't any trees around here; I made sure of that. It's just an empty rest stop with awful wi-fi, broken vending machines, and a streetlamp that keeps flickering.

Mom's sleeping in the back seat. So tired...

I'm typing just to keep myself awake. Scared to check into hotels, don't want to leave any kind of paper or money trail. Don't remember the last time I actually slept properly.

...I'm going to keep moving, find a place with people. This rest stop is really creepy.

I hope there's a gas station somohgodwhatwasthatsomethingjustmovedoutsi

Problem Catchup

To whoever's still reading this damn thing,

I'm sorry I haven't been very communicative. God, things are bad. Really bad. I mean, not as bad as stuff like Ava getting kidnapped by Redlight(s) and Vivi & Chester having happy fun time with Tenebria and Robert nearly getting lobotomized and all that other insanity, but pretty bad for a girl who, until just a couple months ago, was just a nerdy girl going to college and hoping to be a writer.

I'm on the run. With Mom. This is even harder than it sounds. I managed to salvage her medication, but it's not going to last very long. She's barely coherent as it is.

So...after the events I wrote about in my last entry, I realized that I had to get out of there. My dad was...being controlled. He wasn't himself, and I know that he was...is a Proxy or Hollowed or whatever the hell you call it. My daddy is being mind-controlled by a bloody eldritch abomination, and I can't do anything about it.

Oh God, I have to put this down for a minute.

Okay...I'm sort of calm-ish now. Anyway. So I realized I had to leave. I grabbed my laptop and started making transactions. Point of the matter is, I cleaned out my savings account and transferred it to a separate one, one my dad can't see or touch. It was a pretty substantial amount, so I should be okay for a while on that front. The whole damn time I was in my room, I could hear my dad breathing outside my door. I shouldn't have to be scared of my dad. God damn it, this is insane...

I had to wait a long time before Dad went away. Soon as he did, I grabbed the Louisville slugger in my closet and moved the dresser away from the door. Sure enough, he was right outside.

I...I had to hit him quite a lot before he stopped. God, there was blood all over the place, on my hands, my shirt, the floor...stopthinkingaboutthatitsnothelpingstopitstopitstopit

I got Mom out. Took my laptop with me. Had a feeling I might need it. Grabbed as many clothes as I could stuff into my backpack. Got my wallet and keys, my phone. Set out.

We're pretty far from home now. Been driving almost nonstop. The car's in decent shape, but I just know my dad's reported it stolen, so I freak out every time I see a cop. At least since I'm 18, I can't be reported as a runaway.

While we drive, I try talking to Mom. Ask her questions, figure out more of why Slender Man's been after her, why he killed her brother, why he's stalked her since she was just a kid. Something she said made me think.

"I am not his. I will never be his. Nothing he can do to me will change that."

It was a rare moment of coherence, and then she was back to shivering in the passenger seat and peering out the windows, terrified of every tree and phone pole. God, that sound so...so stupid...being scared of bloody telephone poles.

So right now, we're hunkered down in a gas station with really awful wi-fi. Won't say where, of course. My phone keeps getting calls, mostly from Dad, but I don't dare answer.

I'm scared. I'm so damn scared. Haven't noticed anyone following us, but I kept expecting to see that abomination staring at me.

I want...I want my daddy.

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?