Thursday, August 25, 2011


I've slept a lot lately.... like a ridiculous amount which can be classified as hypersomnia again but some of seems to have been restful sleep. I'm more awake now than I've been for a while and it's time to hunt down answers. I'm gonna start by going out to James' grave and calling Brian out there. If he doesn't come I'm going out to Rick's and finding out what the fuck has been going on lately. After that... maybe I can find Quinn's family?

This is Mark signing out. 1:08 PM. Hey, I'm up before 5! That's great for me lately.

Monday, August 22, 2011


The look on his face before I ran from him is fucking frustrating. I want to go back and at the same time I'm scared shitless. I still don't know what He's done to me. But Ian's eyes... all I could see was whites and that makes me think back to the video that just went up on Ian's channel... and my own eyes.

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

Last night's drama

About say five minutes before I finished the long post two posts back, I got up and went into the bathroom because I felt ill. I took a look into the mirror this time, something I'd been worrying about doing. Suffice it to say there was nothing was there which was fine by me. I spent the next day almost entirely in bed except to get food and water and medicine. I left the house yesterday around three because I had been invited by a friend to a battle of the bands a town over. The local bands in my town seem to like me, a lot know me by name. I guess I can be likeable enough to some people. Plus, this band was made up entirely of people who I considered my friends so if they invited me I was going to go. One of them picked me up and brought me there.

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.

Well then.

There's nothing super natural about why and how much tonight sucked. But at least no one called the cops on me...I left fast enough and didn't try to contact anyone until it had cooled down.

That and I think they all think I've got a bit insane.

Friday, August 19, 2011


I think He was angry this time. Reading the tumblr posts, I started to get paranoid about Ian. Not out of worry of him but for him. The more I read back the more I can put perspective on the emails he sent me leading up to the synchtube incident. When I told him that 'He is lying to you' and then accused him of trying to mislead you all I meant it. Ian believes the Slenderman to be a physical manifestation of some ancient god called Yum Ka'ax who was apparently the God of agriculture, forests, hunting. He thinks the physical look of The Slenderman is a result of pollution and no longer being worshipped. He kept trying to convert me, to convince me to meet him some where and ask his God's forgiveness.

When he took my camera he definitely traveled. Judging by the little bit I've been able to get from Brian lately...the more normal videos on this SD card show places that Brian was at and it seems like when he couldn't pinpoint the exact location Brian was going to be, he got as close as he could. Brian watched one video with me and said that the window of the hotel room he'd been staying in had been in the shot about halfway through the video.

Things seemed to unravel about the time that he came home. I think that night when he took the discs and the flash drive from my bedroom he found my hard drive and took it too. That's really disturbing since apparently it was with me at the fall and it would be the place I would store old videos and pictures, especially of the times that I can't remember anymore. I've begun to find out just how far back my memory problems go and frustratingly this doesn't seem to be the first gap I can place in my memory.

I can't keep babbling.

My point is whatever Ian saw or heard in that video he tried to delete or deleted entirely... it scared him, shook his faith judging by the tumblr post. Then that video goes up... and I can hear myself calling out his name, telling him to run. I don't understand it and cannot offer you a source for this audio. One can only assume that that hard drive holds something important. Or at least that's what I assumed. So I decided to turn the tables on him or Him or whoever I actually have to worry about. I made some phone calls and got Ian's address. He's a senior in high school this year so I knew he'd be out of the house during the day and his parents work. I hitched a ride to that side of town and I hated being back there.

After a fair amount of walking I came to his street but was unpleasantly surprised when I tried to survey the house. Namely, he lives next door to a cop. A middle of the day entrance was going to be unlikely. I could have gone to Rick's and met up with him and Brian, maybe even asked Brian to go with me. But the last time I was there things were awkward. I wasn't about to repeat it if I could avoid it.

I could have gone to Dan's but no one's hung with him in a while so I thought it would be awkward too, so I went to a friend of mine from a different circle of friends entirely. Her mother tolerated my presence at the house and she didn't seem to mind either. That night I left walking and spent a lot of time sitting behind an old gas station. Suffice it to say it was a bit fucking spooky, but I had to wait for the night to get calm before I tried what I was going to try.

I dialed Ian's house number from the payphone and when his father answered I told a little fib. Basically I told them a relative had been in a nasty accident and wasn't expected to make it, pretending to be a doctor. What I neglect to mention is that from the back of the gas station I could watch Ian's driveway, though only barely. Sure enough, the only car they owned left. Without a way of knowing who was in it I had no way to know if the place would be empty.

At least, not until I got closer. Surely with news like that anyone left in the house would be up.

When I got there it was completely dark in the house. I thought for sure that they had all gone. I walked right up onto the porch and checked all the usual places for a spare key, finally finding a small black box in a bush near the porch and using it to get inside. The house was still in fact pitch black inside. My cell phone lit the way for me. The bad news is that I've never been inside Ian's house before... to my knowledge. I managed to get through the front room without making any noise and to that end didn't shut the front door entirely.

I went through a doorway that looked like it might lead into a hall. On my left was a wall and straight ahead seemed to be another room, so I turned right, bringing my phone around. It took everything I had not to scream. The light showed a form at the end of the hall and knew what it was. Ian was still as a statue, a baseball bat in his right hand, pointed toward the ground. Panicking I felt for a light switch and when light flooded the hall way I could see his pale, drawn face. It was really, very unlike what I remembered seeing in the halls and on occasion talking to.

He didn't talk, but that didn't matter because I was scared shitless. All I could see were the whites of his eyes and he had begun moving toward me at no slow pace. I turned and ran through the doorway intot he room I hadn't been in and strangely enough the light came on in there as well.

Have you ever felt the fight or flight response fail? It all went so normal at first, I froze in reaction and then the adrenaline started pumping but almost just as quick I started feeling weak, dizzy, fluttery and at the same time I was staring at the mosr horrifying sight I had ever seen and it made me want to scream .Something stopped me, something held my tongue.

The Slenderman was there, pressed up against the ceiling of the room I had just walked into. Leading from him to the ground and the wall were what looked like inky, black tentacles that had hardened into something resembling legs of their own. He was angry. He fell on me and it was a crushing weight. Pain ripped through my back, so much pain that it's unbearable to sit or stand or lay right now and I would think it rebroken if the pain were not less, if I wasn't able to stand and walk and even run shakily under my own power. They told me I wasn't able to walk stand right after the fall.

But it hurt. The tentacles softened and they began to envelope me. They were cold... slimy, strong. Its lack of face pressed right up against my actual face. I was touching its pale dead feeling skin. It reminded me of the cold to the touch skin that I last felt.... well never mind that. My heartbeat only picked up and my chest had trouble expanding and contracting under the constriction and my eyes slammed shut as it pressed its head against mine.

It felt as if somethig fell off of its head or its nonface and landed on mine but I found nothing and there was nothing to be able to do that. It just squeezed tighter and it seemed that the more it did so the more and more terrified I became and the more cold I became until finally I just blacked out.

That, according to this clock, was two hours ago. Now I'm laying here on my own bed somehow My clothers are torn and twisted and ruined but I woke beneath my covers. My head hurts and I cannot stop shivering. My eyes don't want to focus, glasses or not so I'm trusting only my hands which have worked across a keyboard day in and day out for years. My stomach is churning and I've had to run to the bathroom to vomit twice now... which sucks when I haven't eaten for 36 hours. What's really scary is the pain.

Not just my back but my arms. The fact that I'm in enough pain on other parts of my body that my back has not overrulled all of them astounds me.

I'm afraid to take a close look for injuries. I want to get back under my covers and get warm and hide But the thing is... my window cover has been taken down. The wall scroll I was using in place of a curtain. So as I lay here, I'ms taring right out into the dark night. I hope that I don't see that thing pressing its face against my window.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


very tired

if i dont put this down now i will forget it

he was cold that night

skin was literally cool

going back to sleep when i wake up i should be able to thin

I was depressed already so...

I decided to go to James' grave. I guess I neglected to mention that after finding out he died I looked up information about it. It wasn't anything big but it really brought home that something big WAS happening. There is one thing interesting. There was a candle there that didn't look like it had been out too long.

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

Last Night

So I got a ride away from there pretty early this morning. As can happen, certain temperaments and alcohol mixed badly. Badly enough I'm frustrated at certain people. But something interesting happened that I *can* tell you about. Jess showed up to pick me up about a half hour after I posted that status and we went over. The first thing I was treated to was the sight of Rick and Brian sitting playing computer games like old times. They had clearly begun drinking already. When Rick mentions drinking, he's not kidding.

I joined them fast to catch up and Brian pulled me aside and held up something REALLY familiar.

My camera.

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: 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

huh again

I was just getting ready to shut down for the night since I'm being picked up within a few minutes by Jess. I checked my email and I had one from Ian.

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


Plans called on account of rain, but I'll be meeting up there tomorrow probably.

Edit: Apparently that was a preemptive message. Still waiting for my ride.

Text from Rick

Received a text from my friend Rick, telling me someone would be by to get me soon and we were going to have a night of drinking... just the 'three' of us. I replied "Three?" His response was "Yeah, you me and the deserter we could go to jail for harboring." Gee, Brian, subtlety has never been your strength.

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.

-That "douche"

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Just Another Email Post

(From Brian)

Cymbu Y. to me
show details 8:15 PM (16 hours ago)
I tried to post but blogger was down. 

Please share this, Mark. 

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

The Great Outdoors

Brian found a phone and sent me a text that told me to meet him somewhere familiar to me. The woods behind my grandmother's house. I was disconcerted but I figured he'd been reading my blog and chose to meet me somewhere relative to the current moment. When I got to my grandmother's house I parked there and I've been there since. I've been going back and forth between her house and the woods since. She had no problem with me sleeping there and I admit I haven't done much eating, which for a guy my size and with my appetite is either a miracle or a bad sign.

Maybe I should have taken it as a hell of an omen. I'm at home now but I'm not alone.

It's not what you think... Brian's not here, either. I've crashed on my couch to give someone who seems like they need some good rest a chance at it. But that's getting ahead of myself. I left the morning of the seventh. Things got weird almost immediately. It was only a five minute trip to my grandmother's. I went out to the woods and walked around familiar areas. Some of the barely visible paths through the little woods had been maintained by me and my cousins as kids and very early teenagers. My father and his brother and sister had done it before me. But a few really good storms since then and one huge ice storm rendered them mostly gone.

These woods are too small for anything too big as far as animals, which is why as it started getting dark that first day I found the amount of noise I was hearing suitably disconcerting. There were some breaking twigs and rustling and crackling leaves, but the thing was it was rapid and in high quantities, like something fast and large moving toward me.

I got out of the forest that night well after dark. I never got another text message, but I got up the next morning at around eight or nine , grabbed a flashlight, a few bottles of water. If he kept me out there until dark again, I intended to be able to see. I decided that, given how small the place was, I'd post up on this large, thick tree that had fallen and gotten caught in the branches of an equally thick tree. Basically, I just crawled myself up about half way and found a good place to sit and watch. Given my back problems it was dumb of me and it definitely hurt.

But I sat there for about two hours before getting irritated I tried to call the number that I'd gotten the text from but it was 'out of service.' All that that call really did for me was give me reason to realize my phone's battery was almost dead. I won't bore you with anymore of the details about the day. Suffice it to say I was out there for a while.

It was getting nice and dark by the time that the noises started up again. I'd left the woods once to get some food about two hours prior to that so I was ready to stick it out this time. I turned on the flash light and called out for Brian but I saw nothing. But there was something in the air other than the noises from last night. But those were more important because they kept getting closer. I started to get a wild, shaky fear, because no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find the source of the noise. It would be in one spot and then when I turned to look for it, it would start coming from behind me, or maybe even a ways off in the distance.

I guess my nerves got the better of me and I started running though I had no clue which direction I was going in. The noises kept following me but they did the shifting around every time I aimed at it. I got so god damned fired up that I really lost track of everything. And I bumped into something. It wasn't a tree. It was too soft for that and even a bit warm. I went down hard. Pain shot up my back from the break and for just a god damn moment I thought I was going to cry. The way my flashlight had landed it was blaring into my eyes. I realized as I reached for the light that I had just ran into something living, something the height of a person, something that had just grabbed hold of my other arm.

I grabbed the light and swung at it on instinct. I heard a grunt and the hand was gone. Somehow, some way, the flashlight worked still. I tried to get to my feet and when I did I got the whole hitting with a blunt object favor returned. It was a glancing blow to the knee so as bad as it probably was I could barely feel it over my back pain. I spun the light around and it landed on something I hadn't expected. It wasn't Ian, it wasn't Brian, it was a girl I'd never seen before.

I had to cover my surprise because I had to remember this was a girl I'd just swung the flashlight with. I shined it on my own face.

“Stop, stop stop! It was an accident!” I managed to get the light back around to her, but her eyes were damned wide and looking past me. I turned on instinct and saw it there. For maybe half a second I was right beside it. Right beside him. Taller than my friend Dan, pushing maybe seven and a half feet, no face... no hair... no discernible features at all other than tall, He was standing there right in front of me, frozen in place. If you ever ran into a Redead in the Legend of Zelda games, it was as if we had that same effect on Him.

Then I did the only thing I could think to do, I grabbed her hand and ran like hell, spinning the flashlight around to try to get a baring on the situation but the only thing I could remember was the feeling of terror I felt in that moment that I saw Him. Finally I landed my light on a familiar mesh shape. The fence at the back edge of the woods. I drew the light to the left, trying to look for a downed part, but instead found a huge gap in the fence, one that lead too far out of my way. We had to go a bit further down the fence line.

Whoever she was had jerked her hand from mine a few seconds before and I hadn't even noticed. But she kept following me from a pretty short distance, probably to keep an eye on whatever the light was pointed at. Maybe He followed us, maybe not. My hearing's almost as bad as my senses of sight, smell and taste, so all I could hear was us running like hell. Finally I pointed out a low section in the fence and we hopped it in what should be considered record time for someone out of shape with a busted up spine and pain radiating through most of his god damned body.

The fence line ended about half a minute of running later and we turned into someone's yard. The guy who lived in the house was the type who used to shoot salt pellets at people trespassing in the woods. He was clearly in no shape to do that now so even if he heard us running through his yard and drive way I wasn't worried. I think she asked where we were going, but I didn't answer. I just kept moving, but at little more than a limping trot.

I remember asking if she saw Him when we got to my grandmother's place and into my car. I guess it was a sort of numbness to the world that made me think it was a good idea to trust this stranger I'd just met. I asked her name and in return I got, 'Stormy.'

We sat in that driveway and talked for about an hour. I learned just enough to trust that she wasn't going to kill me and I think maybe she felt similarly. Either way, I decided to bring her here to let her sleep. Sitting in the car in that drive way in the dark was just too freaky for me. I locked up the house, left a note for my old man explaining that someone was crashing in my room and I fell asleep in the living room with every light that I could turn on, on.

That's.. honestly all there is to tell.

She knows what He is. Maybe she knows more than me, maybe she can tell me something. I don't know.

 I don't think that text was from Brian.  

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Brian's contacted me

again. I'm not sure how long til you next hear from me. Hopefully not too long.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Interview with my dad.

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

What story!?

It sounded like I was having fun?

I have changed the blog's title, obviously.

Another odd email

Received an e-mail from Ian Promethean. Had a video file attached. I'll be uploading it to youtube. The textual portion of the email reads:

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

Weird occurences

Couple things happened tonight. Around 9 or so, I was sitting on my couch when I noticed that on the section of the wall of my hall that is exposed I could see a weird light in a shape like something glaring through my window.

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

The Jig Is Up. Yeah.

Okay so I think by now you've all come to understand I haven't told you everything. I'll leave most of it to Brian whenever he gets the time. But I'll tell you this much. When Brian and I were sitting on the deck in back of Rick's place on the 20th, he had a fuck of a story to tell me about what he's been doing for the last six months. Some of you know about this thing and think it's fiction, some of you know better and know it's fiction. 

Well, you're both wrong. At least, according to Brian. 

He described to me a tall man in a black suit and tie. His head was devoid of hair or eyes or nose or mouth. He was unnaturally tall and had a tendency to have a few too many limbs when upset. He told me it was supernatural, strong, had hurt him before. He said his job was to gather information on it and that's what he gave me. A CD, a flash drive and a few pieces of paper in a binder that lead to online storage with all of the information he could give me. 

You all know how well I kept hold of that. Less than a week. 

It seems Brian's trying to get any information he didn't have before... which is good because I don't have anything anymore. I got an email from a friend of his today with a bit of information in it. He seems to be affiliated with the people Brian mentioned or maybe this person is one of them. 

Anyway. Here's what he sent me. There are bits and pieces that I didn't particularly know about before and it makes me curious. 

Hello Mark

This is strelok degtiarev I am a friend of Brian.

Do not ask, to much about are relationship he is a good man and friend.

He asked that I give you information I know of about the "slenderman"

Ok from what i'v seen 

The slender man is able to:

Teleport (Or some shit like that)
Make his body parts go long, like super hero from fantastic 4
Kill you, well that one you can get on your own
Make camera and shit go funky 

How he normally acts:
He normally does nothing he stands there looking oh so scary
But when he is moving oy it is fast, to fast to see
He can impale you with tentacles or what ever 

How he looks:
Tall mother fucker skinny to skinny, weirs a suit  and HAS NO FUCKING FACE

How to beat him:
I have no idea
My boss grof thinks that recording him works well, I dont know how I am not doctor.

Now my friend Dasvidaniya stay safe, let the vodka flow and if you need anything more just ask.

I wrote him a short thank you back... because I don't know what else to say. Days like this though, his parting advice sounds pretty nice, about letting the vodka flow.

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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.