Friday, December 30, 2011

More to come

I've found the video Mark was talking about a couple posts back. I've been resisting posting it simply because it means that I'll have no reason to not post another video, one I was shooting for my own protection. It will show you what happened, what really happened, despite some fuckups in the video.

The first video will be of the night of the crash. It does not cover the crash but it answers a couple questions.
The second one will show you just how Mark received his wound.

I'll do this when I can be in the same place long enough.

I don't know how Mark is doing. I don't know how Dan is doing. I don't know if Mark's plan came to fruition and I should be worried about Quinn.

I am too far away now to even guess.

Do Svidaniya

Friday, December 23, 2011

I'm sorry

I think you all deserve to read this. This is a blurb from a local news article written this morning, December 23rd. I have to say this about reporters… they fuckin’ work fast.

“Upon inspection of the noises, Pastor Daniels found a local man, Marcus Gregory Jones, 21, unconscious inside. Early reports indicated the local resident was found draped over the massive piano as if laid there. Jones, who attended the church he was found in as a child, was a family friend of Daniels and a friend of his son. Jones was rushed to the hospital with a gunshot wound though no weapon was found on site. The crash the pastor reported hearing was identified as the shattering of a window at the back of the building.

“I still remember Mark from sleepovers with my son,” Daniels says, adding, “I think he was in trouble and maybe came here because it felt safe and familiar. My prayers go out to he and his family.” He also informed us that, “I’m curious about a great many things, why he is in this mess to begin with for one thing and why he broke the window after getting inside. ” The pastor concedes that it could have simply been an accident and has visited Jones in the hospital saying that Jones is in good spirits despite what must be an untimely injury.

Jones, who is now in stable condition but unwilling to speak to the press, was in the news last February when he discovered the body of a close friend, one James Frank, less than two miles from home. Frank and another friend of theirs one Quinn Parks had been missing for close to a month beforehand. He was questioned in relation to Mr. Frank’s death and the disappearance of Parks though never declared a suspect. Parks, 23, is still missing and the death of James Frank, though ruled a homicide by the county coroner’s office, has never been explained.

Jones’ wound has not been explained and as the ongoing investigation unfolds it is unclear if a suspect will be named in his shooting but Pastor Larry Daniels has refused to press charges on Jones for breaking and entering. “

It would be selfish of me not to wish you a happy holidays just because I am miserable.

С Рождеством Христовым.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

This is it, I think, I think.

One after another, time and time again I've had chances at life taken away from me and friends taken too. Sometimes as in death, sometimes alienation. He messes with our heads, with our emotions, with our memories. He turns us against each other. Sometimes my friends become his pawns... sometimes they're just stupid. Sometimes they're assholes. And sometimes I know and sometimes I don't know. Quinn was my friend but he did something both assholish and stupid and he can't tell anyone why he did it. It's time he realizes just what he helped happen.

Quinn told Brian he wasn't in control of his actions... and I've been there too. I have a vague recollection of the night that Brian, Jon, Ian and I wrecked. I believe Brian's story about that night... and I saw a video clip which I cannot seem to find anymore that I was recording when this all began. Something was wrong with me and because of it my friends were hurt, none killed this time. I'll never know exactly what I did or what I was made to do to them. Since then I've at times remembered and at times forgotten. I THOUGHT that it was my medication making me able to... I don't know, bypass whatever It did to me, but now I know that my medication had nothing to do with it. It was taunting me. It wanted me to know.

It's done this to my friends before and now I've lost so much.


Ken's gone on to live a normal happy life. He has no clue about the Slenderman but when I told him about it he would think I was crazy until we split ways when I was twelve.

Mary moved away when someone broke into her family's home and hurt her. I know who it was though, because she was my neighbor and had been seeing It, too. She doesn't remember. We were thirteen.

It left me alone for so long except for the occasional appearance and taunting myself and my friends who could look and see. We became adults but we didn't grow up. My friend went off into the military where he put his experience to work for the powers that be. But I was left holding several broken pieces and unfinished puzzles and finally, mercifully it was ME who forgot things. Of course I had to bust my skull and back open to be granted the honor that James, Ian, Brian, Mary, Ken and Jon got to enjoy.

I can only survive if I can trust the people who know and I can't trust Quinn right now because he's never seen this thing himself. He's seen videos, he's read accounts of it... but he's never experienced it and if he actually WAS controlled by this thing... he needs to. If he wasn't and he did what he did intentionally, even to keep us safe or lure it in to kill it or whatever reason he may have... then he DESERVES to see it finally.

Less than thirty hours.

Brian had it right in his last post. Short of physically restraining me... there is nothing left that he can do to stop this. When the worst moment us upon us I'm going to be offering this Tall Motherfucker something he can't refuse. Quinn, untainted, ready for exposure to It. Because one way or another, I will never again be held prisoner by someone who claimed to call me friend.

Stop me if you have the convictions, CYMBU, because we both know that the time has come for me to make my stand. If you stop me it could mean the end for you, for me, for my father and my dogs... maybe for everyone I know that It has touched.


I've written and handed off letters to a friend who knows to send them to Ian, Jon, Dan and Jess if something happens to me.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

All good and chill.

This is Mark and I have in fact been given control of my accounts back. It's actually eerie and I wonder if maybe Brian's not just trying to throw me off guard. I might edit together a video or so but there's nothing to tell that I can't tell through text. I've had a very cold time lately. Very cold indeed. It started less than pleasant with a kidnapping of a sort... and then I decided to stay gone. I didn't want Brian breathing down my neck while I try to figure this all out.

I have to give Quinn a taste of what he did to us. Whether he meant to or not, whether he was himself or not, whatever. I've been trying to figure out how to do this. I've been back a few times since I left but usually only when I knew the house was empty. It's good to see my dogs taken care of and I was glad to notice my friend and father seemed well enough. I was trying to get in touch with some people online during one of these times... when I was contacted by someone else dealing with the Slender Man, or of course, The Tall Fucker.

Apparently it has personally left them relatively alone other than knocking one of his friends out. On the other hand it seems to have an angry little fanboy who claims to have several kills to his name and that fanboy isn't leaving him alone at all. I had a pleasant though disturbing enough conversation with him before I had to leave again. It took me a while but in our initial correspondence I figured out enough to find his youtube channel.

Josh seems like a stand up guy... if not as fatalistic as I used to be. I probably would be the same if I didn't have a plan.

You can call it what Brian does and call it cowardice, say I'm throwing a friend under the bus to get away from It. But I know the truth, nothing will make it leave me alone in the end and the trick is just to keep going,. As for the bit about throwing a friend under the bus... well, Quinn's no friend of mine.

Not until he understands.

Not until he apologizes.

He did this. I don't care why.

He did this.

I've looked in on Ian and Jon. Dan and Jess are still clueless, they're the lucky ones. Ian and Jon know just enough to wonder what to do. Ian's safe for now though... no one's bothered him. Nothing's bothered him.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Mark has in fact resurfaced, finally. I guess he had a good thanksgiving but by the sounds of things ate at a soup kitchen. He met me while I was out getting some food the other night. Which WAS dangerous in a town this size but... I had to stretch my legs. Took his camera back and just sort of went to sit in the car. He's been quiet since but we talked just enough for him to explain what he's planning. And he's right... there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Short of stopping him.