Monday, October 31, 2011

I woke up to the sound of someone in my room. I opened my eyes and Mark was standing there at the foot of my bed, looking down at me. It was pure reaction that made me yank the gun out from under my pillow. It was some crazy fear that made me pull the trigger. As I squeezed, he raised one finger, as if to tell me to wait, but that was just not happening.

That damn earsplitting bang was all I could hear. But he didn’t fall, stumble back, or even act like he’d been shot. The bullet didn’t hit him. The bullet never made it. It hung right there in front of that raised finger like a hovering aircraft, defying logic, gravity and physics in general. Mark just started laughing. But not me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, I was half expecting to feel piss streaming down my thighs.

But then I realized my mouth was closed and the screaming wasn’t coming from me. That bullet wasn’t a living thing. It had no nose, mouth, vocal chords, but IT was screaming. IT WAS SCREAMING. He drew a half circle in the air with that finger and following it, the bullet spun around, facing me. The point dulled and rounded and then it was the whole bullet, until all that was left was a little sphere of metal hanging there, no longer pointing at anything.

And then I woke the hell up in my bed and couldn’t get to sleep.

So here I am.

I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this.

I’ve changed my mind, I have plans tonight.

Happy Halloween.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Halloween Night

I'm starting to get very worried about Halloween Night. With the exposure of that and the stuff Quinn has been saying, I'm wondering if I will have to stop something big from happening but I don't know where or how.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Dotta said...

If it's not Proxism...?

How are you doing since posting this?

He's either pissed or insane.

I've gone to check in on Ian. He seems genuinely clueless as to what's going on. Hell he barely remembered me. Jon and I talked and I told both Jon and Ian that Mark wasn't right in the head, he's been up to something and probably should be regarded suspiciously.

I've got some bad news too.

Either Mark or Quinn has installed some sort of program on this hard drive. Everything is locked.

As for me, I have nowhere I can safely go. I can't make a spectacle of myself and get my superiors in trouble and I'm a walking fucking target for the Slenderman.

Man... if Jon knew what Quinn was doing.

I know you all reading this must be really damned confused but really all the clarification I can give right now is that things are messed up. If I say too much I put one or more of my friends in danger.

I think I know what Mark is up to... but I wonder if he realizes the dangers involved.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

This is Wrong.

I didn't know just how fucked up my world was until last night after my last post. New knowledge changes everything. I can't go back to Indiana right now and I can't stay with Quinn anymore. If I do, it will almost certainly end in violence.

I know who killed James, now.

What I don't know is who I can trust or how much truth I heard last night.

I'll give you all a dose of truth now though.

On January 29th, 2011 I went AWOL for the first time in my military career and returned to the states because I was asked to come and check back up on my best friend by Quinn. I met up with Quinn and realized he was terrified and angry. I spent a few days bumming around town and on the 5th of February I showed up at Mark's house. He was carrying a box in his hands and looked sick as a dog and freezing too. I opened the door as he approached his house, which I'd never been to before that day. He started to scream at me. In the process he lost his balance and fell.

I yelled out for his neighbor and then hid inside. The ambulance came and got him and I went to see Quinn. He was angry as hell still, and I was beginning to think that had become everyone's default mode. After taking him north, I left again and returned to Russia. I knew about James being dead and I didn't want to stick around. I was upset. I pretended to be clueless and wrote Mark a get well letter and did my job.

But I kept waiting and waiting and finally I wrote him another letter, this time in badly emulated Russian. Time and time again I sent the letter and got nothing back. I saw his blog and realized he was ignoring them. So this time, I kept the usual MO but wrote out a plain letter. And what's interesting is this time he PROPERLY REACTED but yet claimed the envelope was empty. I was upset as all hell.

We met up in our home town, and I drove him out to a friend's. My excuse that his home was too rural was bullshit. I didn't want to possibly trigger his memories of the day he fell because of how angry he was acting. The place we went was the area we used to live in and was far more rural. We talked all night and then I dropped him off at his house. Ian's business confused me. I didn't know all of what Quinn knows back then. But my focus was on staying away from Mark and observing him. He just kept getting weirder and weirder.

I didn't trust him anymore by the time the Slenderman attacked Mark and I's mutual friend and myself. It hurts like hell to say but I don't think he's himself anymore.

Now I think I know why. When encountering the Slenderman many people are somehow swayed toward him, either through voices in their heads or their dreams or just some desire to use his presence for whatever ends they have. But they act more like Ian did, devoted to The Slenderman. Mark was clear, sane, all his actions were confusing but crystal clear.

The night of the two car accident I went to Mark's house to confront him. When I pulled up, I took some time going in through his storm door. Well, he was waiting for me when I did. He got the drop on me, which is surprising because he CANNOT fight. I must have hit my head because I blacked out. When I woke up I was in the back seat of Jon's car with Jon in the passenger seat. Jon was screaming and we were veering into on-coming traffic. The car in the opposite lane swerved off the road, into the ditch and hit a tree. We swerved off with it.

The official report will tell you Mark was found outside the other car like he was trying to help them. I don't know for sure what happened. I got out of the car as soon as it came to a stop, but Jon was dead silent and not moving in the front seat. Mark and I tusseled and I'm afraid I really did hurt his back. What I didn't know is that he was carrying a knife. It took about two cuts and the sound of police sirens before I got out of there.

What happened between then and when the cops arrived I don't know. All I know is that I ran into a wooded area right beside the crash site and when it was done, no one but Mark seemed to be able to remember the real situation. I think he played me, Jon, Ian, all of you.

I also have an inkling why he might be pissed off and it has nothing to do with being a so-called 'Proxy.' I've left Quinn's place with a lot of his stuff... actually a lot of Mark's stuff. I don't have a 'safe house' and I cannot go home. I've also made the executive decision that Quinn no longer has a right to post on this blog or control any of the accounts involved. I've changed the password to all of Mark's old accounts and Ian's as well. I hope none of you were attached to Quinn. I was until last night.

To any of Quinn's friends at this 'Connection.' I don't think you have any idea what kind of man is protecting you. It's best if you get away from him now. I don't like to be the one to have to do this. I'd like to say this started out as someone innocently blogging their thoughts and days and ended up as some sort of fucked up narrative but I'm not sure it wasn't really a fucked up narrative to begin with.

The night that I left Rick's place, Mark left us to die. He only came back toward us when I started to get loose and then was knocked away a little too easily. Like he actually didn't care. That's why I took Rick away. That's why I told him to play stupid for the rest of his life. I can only hope he listens. I'm going to make personal check ins on Ian and Jon and then I'm clueless.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Brian here.

Quinn has answered my questions to my satisfaction. I will be staying with him for now. Reports of myleaving the country were greatly falsified.

Need To Talk

Come Outside, Quinn.

Issues in Germany.

Two days ago, I recieved a long distance skype call from a friend in Germany. He was watching a pair of friends of mine, they were part of The Connection but had lost their memories of The Slenderman shortly after The Connection relocated them to Germany. We've relocated two pairs of people in The Connection to Germany lately so I had to ask a couple of friendlies to look in on them. The couple who had their Knowledge removed had a REALLY rough time figuring out what had happened to them, but apparently chose to remain where they were.

Two nights ago, we noticed someone staking out their home. As soon as that person was gone, we got them out of the house. As evening drew close last night, someone apparently broke into their house. Our eyes there have a description but it's absolutely fucking baffling. The same person apparently showed up at the other safehouse four hours ago and was chased off.

I don't know what to do now... because I no longer know who I can trust.

Something smells fishy.

I've decided to let you draw your own conclusions about this person:

Last night a man climbed through a broken bottom window pane on a storm door, and opened the unlocked backdoor of safehouse one. The occupants were mid renovation and had taken down most of the curtains so our own eyes on the site were able to observe the man go through the house for about a minute and a half and realize that it was utterly empty, then come back out. After which he stood for quite a while behind the house.

Four hours ago, he apparently broke into safe house two and held a man and his daughter who lived there at knife point, trying to get phone numbers for The Connection out of them. When asked why he was doing it, the man said it was 'to force the truth to out.'

The description of this man as I was given it is as follows:

White male between the ages of 18-25, large in build and average in height, long red hair and a thick beard, dark rimmed glasses, a dark shirt and jeans. He walked with a slight hunch but looked entirely confident in his actions. They believe he was carrying something with him the whole time but they're not sure what it was and didn't want to approach in case it was a gun.

Draw your own conclusions. I'm beginning to draw mine.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


I've just gotten word that another friend has passed away. You will be missed. Even with the discovery that Matt still lives, I cannot help but think this is all in vain.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Mark the date.

Punny title aside...

The countdown on the page when I took over was set to expire on September 30th.

Is that what I forgot?


Sunday, October 2, 2011

Ana and Kata

when i was a young teen i read a lot of fiction

one such story was about a boy who figured out that the uncle who raised him was in charge of protecting another dimension, the 2nd dimension though for some reason the boy wandered into the fourth dimension and while there learned to turn his body in directions we cannot fathom but simply name and theorize. ana and kata.

ana and kata

ana and kata

i'm so tired but i had to post here while i could think

haven't you forgotten something quinn

Still... please.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Frustrations, really. Frustrations.


To this Cenobia girl:

You will not reach me by phone. Forget you have my phone number, destroy the phone. Yeah, I'm keeping an eye on your posts, too. IF our friend is okay, he would be pissed to find you sticking your nose in this. Pull it out and go about your merry. Same for the other one, Mr. Pity Party. This is not your fight.

I'm giving you the time of day only because of our mutual friend. If his neighbor is right, I'll hear from him again the moment he is safe. If the man is wrong, neither of us will never hear from him again. NOTHING YOU DO OR SAY WILL CHANGE THAT. Do you understand that?

Every time I surface for even seconds, my phone spews about voice mails and missed messages from you. You're becoming more than an annoyance and are now a hindrance. Get out of there now. I have no more ties in that area that can help you if you step into something too big to handle. If you've read this blog you have an idea what's going on and if you think my friends and I are crazy then GOOD. Stay with that thought and turn your back and leave. Your boyfriend has already brushed too closely with the demon that haunts dear Matt and most of my other friends too. He is marked. If he learns too much, looks too far in then only luck will protect you from the same fate as the rest.

That is all I have to say to you. Leave and quit, now.

NOW. On to things more relative to this blog.

M. (Not to be confused with the man mentioned above) is confusing me. The events depicted in his most recent video are disturbing as hell, not to mention not conducive with what he's hinted before. He's so clear headed... and so sure of what he's doing despite being clueless. What's more, his apparent willingness to mention his feelings toward Halloween, or at least hint at them, is out of character.

I don't know what he expects I can do about it anyway. I cannot come to him.