Thursday, August 25, 2011
This is Mark signing out. 1:08 PM. Hey, I'm up before 5! That's great for me lately.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Brian seems like he's entirely disengaged from the situation and I don't understand why... and I don't think Ian's in there anymore. And whatever the fuck Quinn's up to he knows too much and NO ONE who he and I both knew has seen him since winter. I'm not sure what happened to him but he knows something and it's time he tells me what he kn
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The night was pretty fun at first but then I just started feeling so god damned anxious. I ended up leaving in the middle of the concert many different times and just wandering the city. It was the only way to keep myself from feeling as if I just shouldn't be out there... and even that didn't help so much. Toward the end of the night a band got up who I knew from prior shows, I had talked to 2/5ths of its members many times before. I knew their kind of popculture taking internet 'humor' to offline life despite not knowing the source or in many instances meaning behind what they were saying.
One of the vocalists stepped up to the microphone for his sound check and began spouting nonsense into it, phrase after phrase of nonsense, geek humor, all rapid fire. And then I heard 'Slenderman.' It was that simple, some random, ignorant kid saying the name of this creature, this beast. And it set me off. I've never been kicked out of a show before, but I rushed the stage, yelling at this kid that he was a moron, that he needed to shut his fucking mouth. I guess they thought I was just heckling them because the crowd boo'd me and the guy told me to chill out. What they didn't count on was me getting on stage.
I don't know if I intended to hit the guy because I was frustrated at him for taking the time before sound check to preach and it reminding me of Ian or if it was just me being pissed that he would name this thing in front of everyone... but I wanted to hit him. I've come to believe that knowledge of this thing is what brings him down on you. So I was pissed.
All I know is that two of my friends had followed me to the stage and dragged me back off. One of them was pushed aside by one of the judges who grabbed me and pushed me to the door. I was in so much pain already that I couldn't fight it. He threatened to call the police on me and told me I wasn't welcome back. By this time it was dark as hell outside and I didn't want to go a-wandern'. This was basically a residential area... and one with a lot of small... wooded areas nearby. I don't like trees as much anymore. I figure that's something some of you might be able to understand. So I did leave but basically I just went around to the other side of the building and sat in my friend's truck.
For four hours.
With the amount of pain I was in when they found me those hours later, none of them wanted to take me home. They were thinking hospital and I cannot entirely blame them either. They also probably thought I was a bit too off kilter as honestly making any kind of scene at a concert that didn't involve riling a crowd up for the band on stage is unlike me. I convinced them to get me back to play place but that was about the end of things. I guess I'm just very lucky I didn't get my ass kicked or get the cops called on me.
I feel less stable.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I came home and rested a bit more and then decided to try to get to work on the files on this SD card, but I just couldn't focus. I loaded up that last video and came to a realization.
1:12 to 1:18
I know that audio .
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
It's a quote from O' Children. Upon looking, Ian seems to have linked to it and another song on his tumblr.
Monday, August 15, 2011
I joined them fast to catch up and Brian pulled me aside and held up something REALLY familiar.
He has no clue how it got into his bag, but at his last stop in Austin, TX apparently he discovered it after getting off the plane. It functions.
Now, as for the rest of it, tempers, alcohol and threats. Not great shit.
I think Brian and Rick's father bonded over being military men and Brian's going to be living there while he's back in town which means most of his communication to me will be through text. Which is fine. I just don't know exactly what's happening. I need some aspirin and not just for a hangover.
My hangovers tend to be extreme heat sensitivity and not headaches which just calls me lucky.
Well anyway, I'm gonna probably try to get some sleep... then I'm going to read that tumblr: ianpromethean.tumblr.com and check the camera.
Someone asked about Ian's recent video, if I could give you a time frame. I remember very little of this. In face, :I remember pretty much none of it. Some of the clips seem to be from a birthday of mine, I'm saying that because of the fireworks and me being born on the 4th of July. Brian and I are at a local restaurant with other people in one shot... he's acting goofy as hell. Looks like it may be senior year, maybe junior. His hair makes me think senior. There's one of me in a hotel and my hair is short... which uh, doesn't make sense. In the last 6 years I've cut my hair once. Halloween 08. I hate Halloween. It needs to pass quietly this year.
But I don't remember going to a hotel any time around then.
There's my father at some sort of bonfire or something... In the final clips I know where we are and I know when too. We're at the spider wall and other things outside of the theater.
The storm, the play ground, the shots of me looking weird as fuck? I don't know. The shot of a swimming pool may be Rick's... maybe Dan's? I don't know. Most likely Rick's because of the wood in the shot. I wasn't going up on that huge rickety deck while drunk last night.
Here's the thing... judging by the clips right before it... the fountain was the one right outside the hospital. I'm really kind of freaked out because there is a shot right before that of me sitting in the corner of one of the hospital rooms beside my dad in a chair and whoever is recording us is in the bed... and I don't know who it is.
I'm frustrated. And it's like Ian is mocking my memory issues.
If it's still Ian.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
It was to his youtube channel in the description was a tumblr I'd never been to before. I think it was advertised in the video he put on my synchtube but I never thought to... to look. This is all too fucking weird. I can't wait to show Brian.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
At least he's back!
Oh one last thing. Stormy is gone now, but I guess it was her who left a piece of paper on my bedside table a couple days ago. I kept forgetting to mention it, but God my back is glad I'm back in my own bed and not on the couch.
Anyway, it was a link.
I got an honorable mention as you can tell.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
show details 8:15 PM (16 hours ago)
Mark, I don't know what you've gotten into with this girl, but I didn't send you any text messages. It's possible I may not communicate with anyone again until we see each other next. Call it 'going dark.' I've been traveling and it hasn't been all fun and games and drinking and beaches. Though I would be lying to you if I said I didn't take a chance to get some of that in there.
The Slenderman is real. Few believe that, but I've seen him and it sounds like finally, you have too.
Life is strange and that's the easiest way to say it. I can't get this detail out of my head. If you want information about possible dangerous activities, you go to Chechnya. I used to frequent a bar in Grozny. The city, even now shows signs of its past issues but if you know where to look you can find a place worth being in. The bar was dingy but that was alright. The men there all knew me by name and face.
Not my actual name, of course.
No, I was, strangely, accepted there as an American born Russian immigrant, Feliks Volkov, come back to my homeland. Some of the people in there heard strange things and had experiences strange things and they new I had an interest in the paranormal. That's not all that strange in Russia, perhaps even less so than here.
One day in mid February I was sitting down for a drink. I was tired and I was drained and I felt like I might need to request a couple days' for a break. I was getting nothing and nowhere. Someone dropped a photo in front of me on the bar and bought me a drink. He was a long term acquaintance who was bringing me something he thought might interest me. I sent it on to my superiors but left it because though there were some extreme similarities, it was clear to me that this was not relative to my search.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't dismissed it so cleanly. It's started to give birth to a theory or two of mine.
Some people, the same people who believe The Slenderman is a joke, a gas, a laugh they saw this thing in a photo out of Spain, like I did, and they jokingly called it 'The Tall Gentleman.' I found one of the photos. The story seems to be that a man was leaving his office building late one night, or maybe looking from a window based off of the picture I have. The thing pictured and described is strikingly similar to Slenderman but considered separate.
It also turns and shifts in ways no one has ever reported with the Slenderman. A theory I read was that it was extradimensional somehow and these changes in shape, rapid stretching and growth are some manifestation of shifting through our three dimensions, him being unable to exist as we are.
But the thing is? He holds so many similarities with the Slenderman... and I think that maybe I saw him myself once. I reported the event as an oddity, I personally encountered the Slenderman three times while searching for information on it. Each time was disastrous but now I'm beginning to think that the second time was not what I thought it was.
I reported the event as an oddity to my superiors much like I said. I thought I encountered Slenderman from several meters away, in a thickly forested region of Siberia. He was acting strangely and for the first time had no thermal reading. I shifted my gear out of thermal sight to a low light vision mode but what I saw was more weird than what I hadn't seen. The Slenderman was sort of blurry, hard to see but more than that he was... nude. I saw no genitals, but he was nude.
Is it possible that I was mistaken or could I have seen this new thing... and if so... does that mean it has something to do with the Slenderman?
Well that was his email, he attached this picture.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Sorry for the audio quality. The way he tells it, I hadn't been home the night before the accident and he went to work. He works midnights. He got a call at work saying the neighbors had found me outside the front door, bleeding from the head holding a box.
I do not remember having heard about the box before.
He said it contained my old external hard drive but that he wasn't sure what happened to it.
Unfortunately he couldn't tell me anything I didn't already know.
At least about the memory issues.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Mark, are you sure all I took was what Brian gave you? Anyway, I want you to watch this. Maybe you can tell us some stories since you've been so quiet lately.
I guess he's still mocking me about the camera? Doesn't explain this video. It seems to be spread out over a large period of time judging by Brian's hair.
'Tell us some stories'? I wish I could.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
My covered window.
My covered window which couldn't show a car's headlights because it's facing a building.
My lights were off in the room and no one was in there to flip them on.
About two hours ago... I was sitting in the same god damn spot. The house was pitch black as it almost always is when I'm most awake. My light kitchen light turned right on, no provocation. I ran into the room to see what was going on, but there was no one there. The front door didn't open or close but I went out front to check just in case.
Nothing and no one.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Spent last night with some folks in the Great White North. Had to pull an old string, but it brought me back into contact with a friend. But I've been doing that since I left, pulling strings and stringing pulls if you know what I mean. I think they'll be contacting you pretty soon. If they haven't already.
The jig is up, the lid is blown off, the cat's out of the bag. Feel free to share what you get. When I get back I'll do whatever I can, but for now consider me still moving. It won't be too long. Yeah, I took the time to watch your last video. I don't know what to tell you or what to say that hasn't already been said. Don't delete that email from Quinn. If I can figure anything out from it I will.
Not that I expect I will.
Right, here's a link to the guys I was talking about.
Man, I wish I'd been with these guys, though I was an information jockey first.
My dad's camera is first and foremost for photography. The digital video setting is rather crappy. I had to borrow it from him and he kept asking where mine was.
Sorry for the shitty audio.
So I called James' parents place. I got his brother instead of his mom and what he told me has be pretty... upset. The reason I asked for who found James is because of the street name. It's the street my grandmother lives on and less than a three minute drive from here. And there IS a woods behind her house. I used to play in it all the time... paths my father and uncle made as a kid still vaguely existed about five years ago and I used to clear some of those away.
Nostalgia aside... what the HELL?
Quinn if you're watching this, you better fucking contact me.