Monday, March 28, 2011

Holy shitx9001

Those of you who deciphered CCV's 'mysterious' post are probably wondering why nothing happened yesterday. Well, the truth of the matter is that I have been in the police department thanks to the events that transpired. What events? Listen up guys.

So there I am, midday Sunday, just woke up, no breakfast, and watching Fruits Basket on my computer (Watching a second time to see how it has aged), when all of a sudden I hear a THUMP from the living room. Now, earlier I found a note from my Dad saying he had taken Mom, Heather, and our dogs to a mountain trip. I generally dislike them, so they didn't wake me. That left me alone in my house as I heard threatening noises from the front of the house, on the day following receiving threats from an unnamed stalker. Oh, and I'm already Slenderstalked, so add that to the paranoid stew. I've always been a cautious guy, but add the previously described description and I decided there was no way I was going to check the sound without a weapon. A quick scan around the room showed me my two options: replica katana of Masamune from Highlander, or an aluminum golf driver. I went with the driver.

After I slowly crept down the hallway, I peeked around the corner, and there he was. Average looking guy, five foot six or seven, sweatshirt and pants. Yeah, pretty normal aside from the mask he wore around his face. I also noticed he had a knife in his hand. Bad news. Luckily he hadn't noticed me looking (he was looking to see if anyone noticed him), so I moved away from his line of sight. I heard him hit the door, again and again, until it shattered. He stepped into the living room, coming towards the hallway at an even pace. Just as he came around the bend for the hallway, I konked hit in the face with my driver. Hard. Now, despite what movies tell you, a blow to the head does not equal lights out. Instead he just stumbled backwards and ran into a chair, falling flat on his ass. While he was still dazed I ran up on checked his balls with my metal. That put him out. Then I did what I'm surprised most of you don't: I called the cops. I told them a strange man broke into my house with a knife, damaged my family's property, and I knocked him the fuck out. They sent a nearby patrol car over, read him his rights and locked him up. From what I hear he still isn't talking to the cops, just says cryptic stuff about Him. Lame. My friends were hit in similar circumstances, but I won't ruin there stories by attempting to convey them by proxy (PUNS). Instead I'll have them post soon with what they saw and how they responded.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Combined update of WTF, something I forgot about Sac, and ZOMG Zeke

Yeah, so in order: Who the hell is this Card Carrying Villain guy? At first I thought he was a troll or stalker or something because of the fact he knew my middle name, but in his last comment he gave the full names of my friends. So now it seems he's either: A) a crazy well-informed stalker, who is coming after me soon; B) a general or whatever of Slendershit; or C) Both. I honestly can't imagine which is the worst.

Next: While in Sac, we were eating brunch in this awesome place called Crepeville (GO THERE! IT'S DELICIOUS!), and the table we were at was covered in doodles done in knife. Halfway though our meal, Ian called me over to a medium-sized doodle near the middle of the table. That's right, Operator Symbol. I think this means there's a Slenderstalked somewhere in Sacramento. I took a picture with my cell phone, and I'll put it on here when I figure out how. If you know anyone in that area, comment please. Living where I do kinda secludes me geographically from most other Slenderstalked, so if there's one 2 hours away, that's awesome.

Last: Anyone else see Detective Kickass's (Zeke) new post. I may not have posted it, but my friends can confirm I called that one blog would investigate Dreams in Darkness. I just didn't know which one. But, as I posted, I totally agree with Zeke. The whole thing doesn't seem like a paranoid delusion, but like something that happened. I say that his 'brother' is either a proxy, government agent, or just deluded himself. I hope he gets to the bottom of this, because if so it will help my sleep. That's all for now, later.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Largish update

"Where have you been!?" Asks my four fans. Well sit down kids! Its story time!

As I have mentioned earlier, I am a member of Academic Decathlon. We just went to our state competition. I got back Monday, got sick Tuesday, and here I am today. Ian is also on the team, so we had basically the same experiences in Sacramento. On the way there we spotted Him about fifty times...wait sorry. Ian actually counted, and is saying it was forty-three. My bad. Once we arrived at our hotel (the Hyatt), we noticed from our shared room on the eighth floor that across the street, He was watching us, standing on top of a building's roof as tall as our room. About half the time we looked out the window He was there. All five days. I'd comment on the competition, but I doubt you'd care. Yesterday I got sick, as I said. And no, I don't think it was Proxycitus. It was the common cold, its going around here. You'd think after all that time we'd have some great, cool new fact, but we don't. I'm still just as clueless as I was when this shitstorm started. Still listening to advice if you have any. Thanks for reading my rambling shit when you could be reading something good. Thanks for caring. Will post when something actually happens.

EDIT: Forgot to mention, but several of my text documents have replaced all instances of the word 'the' with 'die'. If this is from you, Slendy, it is quite lame.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

So much new information, so little time. Because the conversation Ian, Dukes, and I had several days ago was, well, several says ago, I won't try to transcribe it. We put our heads together and got some information. Both of them saw Him having a face as well, but not the same face. They each wouldn't say who it was, but it was someone from their pasts and who wasn't purple-faced from drugs. We talked it over and decided not to abandon our lives just yet. It was my idea, and here is my reasoning. Now, all of you will start screaming about M's rules, but remember that the king of business suits doesn't operate the same way with everyone. With M He operated by a strict set of rules, but several other blogs have him defying said rules. Using the theory that He takes on different attributes to battle each of us differently, how do we know that those rules will apply to ours? The second He hurt someone we cared about, we'll leave. It the time since we have all noticed patterns. We see Him quite school. But the town we go to high school at and the town we live in are different, and are separated by a 15 minute drive. And in the town we live in, we have yet to see Him in our town once. At all. Also, when we first saw Him, His face was set it a strange way that scared the living shit out of us. It was kinda confrontational. In the time since His face has been set in a way that looks like He is examining us, like scientists look at a rat. It's still scary. That's all I have for now, so I'll answer any questions you comment with. See you later!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Day 4-Here's a great idea! Taunt the unholy abomination!


Don't act like I even have to describe what happened! I was sitting in class 1st period, trying to learn a new equation for fucking vectors for calculus. It's a nice day, sun is shining (after a terrible snowstorm here in Cali mind you), and this day looks like it might turn out great. I turn to my friends Ian and Dukes, lacking the patience to wait until the bell rings to tell them about the kick-ass movie I saw (Summer Wars). As I do, something out the door catches my eye. No. No God no, please don't tell's him. I'm fucked. I stare in absolute despair at the tall, thin man in a business suit standing about ten yards from my classroom's door. Now I can hear goddamn JediZero already. "Told you so man! Now you're fucked with the rest of us!" Yeah. So...calling out Slendy like that was not my brightest move. Now, you're probably wondering how I took this scare.

First, I nearly pissed my pants. Soon after I recovered class ended, and as we walked out I noticed several things at once. One, no one even glanced at the weird tall guy standing on the campus. They couldn't see him. Second, unlike most thing's I've read about him...he wasn't faceless. He has eyes, a nose, a mouth, the whole works. And it wasn't just any face either, I recognized it, instantly. It wasn't hard considering its purple hue. It was the face of my Uncle Kenny, the exact face I saw when I looked at him before he died of liver failure. And it was staring at me. I made a decision then, and a lot of you will question whether it was good or not, but at the time it seemed the best. I pulled aside my aforementioned friends and told them to look at the exact spot where he was standing. Now, the two have had very different reactions to the mythos in the past. Ian kinda likes it and uses it for a Dresden Files RPG campaign. Dukes, sadly, was overexposed to the Tutorial by myself and now sees the mythos as way less Lovecraftian and more boring rules. The both, however, had the same reactions to seeing him. Their faces turned white, and then they both grabbed me and ran to our next class. Our conversation their went like this:

I: That was...Him wasn't it?

R: Yeah.

D: And He's here because of your blog?

R: Probably, yeah.

They then proceeded to turn away and said that we'll discuss it tomorrow. They didn't say a word after that, I think they're really pissed. Well, that is enough action for today. Fill you in on how our conversation goes on Wednesday. Later.

P.S. We didn't see Him again today, or at least I didn't.