Sunday, September 18, 2011

Just fucking grand.

People following ancient ties and digging their own graves. Great. Now I have to warn off a pair of people who know too much before they meet the fate my friend and theirs did. If he's still alive, when I find him I'm going to kick his ass.

Right, also? Twitch. I don't know what to say about it.

Not to be heartless, again, but M's videos now seem to be distractions from the real issue. But the issue is mine and mine alone, and I'm writing this on HIS blog so I guess it's smart of me to keep you updated. It was an abrupt ending but that makes plenty of sense I guess if he's having issues.

Thursday, September 15, 2011


As heartless as this might sound I don't advise you to watch these they're long and mostly seem to be disjointed storytelling. I can only confirm minor details but we'll have to take his word. It's sad that we can't be entirely sure when this was shot, either.

Here's what bothers me about these videos beyond the possibility that they have been recently shot: when M falls at the end... what is his dog looking at? She stands up, and instead of moving away from him as if scared or turning toward him, she's facing away.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


Those posts would have been made while he was hospitalized.

Monday, September 12, 2011

In where?

I was telling you that I looked into what M said about 'Mark Still In Here with a slash in front of it.'

Well, I didn't lie.

This is an exchange myself and a user had in the comments section of my last post here.

Dotta said...
Is there anything we can do to help? I've grown fond of M, to be honest, he seems like a good guy. School is limiting a bit what I can do. Was it something like /markinherestill like would be a computer address, or was it too hard to tell over the phone?
September 12, 2011 2:22 AM

Driest Humor said...
That was precisely what I thought and I've finally had the time to look into it. What I found was less than... comforting.
September 12, 2011 3:54 AM

Dotta said...
That doesn't bode well :/
September 12, 2011 5:31 PM

Well, Dotta, you're damned right.

I want your guys' opinions, because I have NO answers. None.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

So, I'm a bit behind

It hit me I didn't tell you what came of the phone call with M... and that I have no reason not to.

I called M and he was in the hospital room with his father at the time. He was very drowsy and drugged. As soon as he sent his father out of the room he kept asking what was going on, he told me he had written something down next to my name.

'Information Cannot Be Destroyed'


"Mark In Here Still with a slash in front of it."

I took video of the phone call, but I've misplaced it I guess. It's not big anyway.

The last thing he said to me is... 'I remember things sometimes.' He began acting strangely right before that.

Obviously I had the same hunch you have, but I've spent all my time working on coordinating a safehouse for a very pissed off teenage girl and her half-blind schizophrenic stepfather. Not to mention I just had another go silent on me, this one of my closest friends.

As much as I have to take a look into what this might mean, I have to help others too.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

No valid title comes to mind.

This background appeared without explanation. It's really kind of creepy when you look at it.

I talked to M on Tuesday through the telephone. I'll tell you what was said some other time... I honestly don't have the time right now because I honestly just woke up and I've got to get back to work so to speak. I don't have the original background of this blog on my computer and don'
t have anything to change it to... so I don't intend to change it right now.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The Fuck?

I logged onto my computer. I did what I always do and started checking the few taps I have and instantly one of them caught my eye. M's. He had a video editing program loaded up. And he saved a video from it. And then maybe four... five minutes later, he typed a clear coherent phrase. 'But I Wasn't The Same' and then 'QUINN.'

I'm going to call his hospital room tonight.

In unrelated news, user named Astartus asked: Do you have any idea what caused you to remember the past incidents instead of forgetting them? And also, do you have a backup, some safe information storage in case you SHOULD forget suddenly?

As I said to him? I'm where the Slenderman can't reach me and the military wouldn't be able to find me.

As for a back up of my information? Well I now have an external hard drive to save onto. I've got my computer. I've got my brain... and I have people I can entrust information to. The same people who trust me with theirs.

Monday, September 5, 2011


Way I hear it, M and Jo. will be released from the hospital on Wednesday. Ia seems to be being kept longer. No idea why.

I have nothing else to tell you relating to M and our other friends. The sad fact is that for about five months now they've had no part of my life. Recently I've clearly had to look in on them but my life now extends beyond just them and I can honestly say things are not going well. B's whereabouts may not be known to anyone but his superiors, but I have thirteen friends whose current whereabouts are known to no one and six more who are scared and almost as deep (ha ha) in hiding as me.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Mysteries mysteries.

I was woken again by the mysteries of all of this and I feel like if I'm going to take control of this, I can at least... use it.

This thing B and M have been speaking of, the one that is similar to but not The Slenderman boggled my mind the moment I read about it. It's been a long time since one of them contributed anything new to my information, anyway. I've read up a few theories on what this thing is and what it can do. It has similarities to the Slenderman and at a distance might even look rather similar to it, if you would trust the few reports of people claiming to have seen it.

But the original report of it and one other I have received second hand report that it contains this strange ability to stretch and distort itself as if it were... a whisp of smoke or something. It's hard to say, but if you've ever seen any of the photos of this thing... you'd understand what I mean.

The Slenderman is a physical being.

This thing is not.

I have been able to find, discounting the original sighting of it back in February when all of the shit had just finished hitting the fan for us, two more reports of sightings of it. Actually, three if you believe B had an encounter with it. The effects were described by the one that was up close were similar to those I've heard about close encounters with the Slenderman. But there is no suit, there are no tentacles. And in fact, that close one claimed that it had a face, or perhaps formed a face, or somehow gave off the implication of a face, but its form was literally blurred, so they could make no distinguishing features out.

But the feelings of terror, the illness, the mental unease and even the failings of electronic devices matched up perfectly.

I don't know what this thing is or if it's something we have to worry about but it stands to reason that if there is one monster in the world then maybe, just maybe, there are others.

Mysteries fucking abound though, don't they?

What is with this strange activity on M's computer? It's just concerning enough I'd visit him at the hospital if I could. I can't make heads or tails of it. By all accounts he seems to know nothing and yet sometimes his computer will begin running things that would suggest that's not true. Before I started typing this, I sat down in my computer chair and checked the information I had been fed. A few hours ago, he posted something, somewhere on the internet. It was gibberish and it's so hard to shift through all the excess information fed that looking at it and trying to figure out it is beyond me.

Maybe his medication is too strong or he's having some sort of side effect. I don't know. I've heard of sleep walking, and I know under certain drugs you can do all kinds of things without actually being conscious. Especially if there is a bad mixture.

Mysteries fucking abound.

Three and a half years ago there was a fire that burnt down a cabin belonging to a friend of mine. His father and little brother were in it at the time. His brother got out. His father did not. His father died unconscious in his bed. It was tragic and unexplained. They suspected first him, but he had a rock hard alibi. That being that he was at a frat party doing keg stands. Lots of people saw him.

They accused his little brother next of being a disturbed child who murdered his own father. Their mother had a conniption and no evidence was ever found that allowed them to blame the child. It didn't help him though, that he told stories of being lead out of the house by a man in a dark suit... a very tall man without a face.

Mysteries fucking abound.

And they wake me out of a dead sleep sometimes.

Oh well. It's time to start my day anyway. I've got to do a little bit of tidying up. Which is alright... there's not much to clean. Though this one is rather large all things considered. It was built for a family of three to be able to stand living in it for two weeks after all, and upgraded, even expanded upon once or twice. All things considered it's not so surprising I've managed to stay here for the better part of seven months.

Time to get cleaning and then contact those who've gone silent and hope that just this once, one of them turn up and say, 'It was just a connection problem.'

But I won't hold my breath.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

How do I not find time in the day?

During my day I walk the same 35 steps hours upon hours on end. I watch videos and read text... I monitor three different peoples computers through illegal programs. Somehow I didn't find time today to go on this blog and take down the old posts. I'm about to go to sleep and it occurred to me that there was some interesting activity from M's computer. Just like after he took that fall and they gave him the laptop to keep his brain occupied all night. But its different. He keeps opening and closing video editing programs and he IS loading youtube. But I can't find evidence of him recording videos at all. I have not changed his passwords, if he were doing something there would be evidence.

Not Happening.

Call me Quinn.

I have rescued this blog and backed it up. 

The original posts will remain for about a week then I'll take each of them down. You might recall me, being mentioned by M. Yes. In order to make it less likely the prior users tied to this blog and others stay out of trouble, I will not use their full names. Once upon a time B (or Cymbu as he was once called) connected me with many of his allies and friends. I've used them to do a lot over the last few days, plenty of it is illegal and these men and women risked their careers and lives in the name of returning favors to B.

Here is what is in my possession:

All of M's accounts that have ever connected to this whole mess.
All of B's accounts connected to this particular... shall we say... instance.
All of Ia's accounts linked to this.
M's missing hard drive, a CD, a flash drive, and a piece of paper containing a few passwords. Oddly enough I also have a file in my possession... the file that M denied ever existing despite it being on camera. There's a reason for that, he simply didn't remember it. I just find it odd that someone would store this in the same place. Anyway, all of this was recovered by Military Police from I's home.

Here is what I know:

  1. B. Ia. Ja. and myself have been involved in a recurring game over the last six years. When it gets too serious... somehow we always lose our memories of it, and all evidence is taken away. Except the last time... I discovered what was happening and that it had happened before and once Ja. passed away and M was injured, B stuck overseas, I went into hiding. I've since recovered a lot of information put together by all of us that had been taken or hidden or nearly deleted.
The Slenderman has shown the capability to damage memories in the past... but it looks like he's not the only one messing with peoples heads in this way.

B. has returned to his former work, but he is not in Russia anymore. Where he is right now, I don't know. Neither my independent sources nor the ones he once introduced me to have any clue. M. believes he sustained new head and back injuries due to car accident and is currently heavily drugged in a local hospital. When you're this high up, apparently you can convince anyone of anything. I have been monitoring his computer for months now. The activity has completely returned to before he began this blog. I don't have so close an eye on Ia., but they basically made it appear as if by a freak accident the two of them collided on a road near Ia.'s home when Ia. fell asleep behind the wheel. He too seems to be completely unaware of anything. The worrisome thing is they've planted Ja.'s brother Jo in this as well, apparently as M.'s passenger. He too is in the hospital... and his chart apparently suggests similar retrograde amnesia. 

I don't know why people are buying this... and I don't know why Jo. was wiped. To my knowledge that phone call in a prior video was his only interaction with this. 

I will answer any questions that I safely can.

Otherwise this blog may simply go quiet. Like B, I gather information. I do not act upon it. The last time I tried to get into the thick of things, someone died. But my information is not firsthand. 

One last thing. Do not try to find and contact M. I'm putting the last video that appeared as private. That's all I can do. These three are better off being clueless because it's the only way they can be safe. I'm monitoring M. for now, but there's always a chance the method I'm using will be detected by a program and destroyed or maybe he'll have to reformat his computer. Either way? I don't trust that it will be there long. 

I fear that the countdown, which I also see on Ia.'s tumblr is connected in some way to erasing the blog or something else. Either way, I don't want it up with September 31st comes around. I hate to tell you this but that countdown was posted more than 12 hours after M's so called 'accident' and right now he is still in the hospital. Even if he had his laptop, I'm sure that he doesn't know a thing about the Slenderman anymore.

I made the decision to do this about an hour ago, waking up from a bad dream. I'm going to bed as soon as I take down that countdown from this and the tumblr. 

Ask me anything you want. 

I can't promise I'll give answers and I can't promise you'll like the ones I give.