What the hell is going on?

This is so fucking weird...

So it started with me going to work today. I was so tired while driving, that when I glanced out the window, I thought I saw HIM. What makes it worse is that I work with little kids. But yeah, day goes on and I started feeling more an more off. Understandable, right?

When I left around 5, I walked outside and checked my phone. I had six missed calls from Jason.

When I called him back, he told me that he swore he had seen Eyes in public today. I just figured he missed his brother, so I blew it off.

Then when I got home, I was REALLY freaking out.

Eyes' notebook that he left in my possession was gone.

I can't find it anywhere. I've been freaking out all day. Then, to make things ten times worse, I went to the lake with my family.

Slenderman. I swear to god, I saw that bastard standing by the woods. It's freaking me out so bad, I may call into work tomorrow...

Update

It's been months. Eyes isn't coming back. His family is so worried, and I don't know how totell them that HE took their oldest son. I've been questioned by the police for his disappearance, but I just said I didn't know anything. Eye's brother, who I can just call Jason, didn't believe me. He's looking into all of this, but I am so lost... Eyes, I miss you, man. If you're still alive, and reading this, please. Just call me. I'll come find you...

Anyways, life has been pretty normal lately. I got a job and boyfriend, with little to no thought or interference from Daddy Long Legs. But I found Eye's notebooks recently, and now I'm getting that paranoid feeling again...


Thoughts and prayers go out to Eyes, so please, pray for him...

Stay safe,
Backslash.

Missing

This is all so fucked up. Why the hell would he be dumb enough to do it?

So Eyes thought it'd be a good idea to go hunting for Daddy Long Legs. It was last Friday.

Today is Wednesday, and we still haven't heard from him.

So, as he said before he left, it's safe to assume he's dead.

Which I never wanted to assume. I went to his house to talk to his parents, like he asked before he left, and I collected a few of his things. Two of his note books. His favorite hat. A watch. His cigarettes.

I sleep in the damn hat, I miss him so much. He was my best friend for years. Hell, I even keep his cigarettes in my bag for if he randomly shows up.

Eyes, if you're reading this, please. Call me and let me know you're okay. Or call Knave. Or hell, your brother. He's worried about you too.

Which reminds me, Jason, Eyes' brother, is trying to get into all of this. I told him he's a fucking idiot and that he's not allowed to. But since when do boys listen?

But on a different note, I'm going to start posting parts of Eyes' journal. Just so that people can get another view about this.

Eyes. Please, come back safe. We miss you ans we love you.

Hopes and Prayers

EyesWideOpen, the leader of our operation against Slenderman, is going hunting tomorrow.

I'm not going with him. I really should be, so I can be his second in command until the end, but I can't be. I hate it. I'm going with my girlfriend to see her father tomorrow, and I can't be out there with him. So instead, I'm running command central. I'm doing any and everything to help him. Whatever he wants. And as he said, he may just be the Warrior. I don't want him to be, but I want him to know. I'm still here, and no matter what, I'll keep this going. With our theories, our tests, and our hopes.

God go with you, Eyes.

Take that knife and stab him right in his void of a face. Make us proud.

Call us Crazy

Go ahead. It wouldn't offend us. It'd make us smile. Laugh even. A depressed teenager, her sociopathic best friend, and their frumpy friend, all convinced they're being followed by Daddy Long legs himself.

I'm talking about Slenderman.

Yeah. We saw him. You can dispute it, but we'll just shrug and tell you to fuck off.

Sadly, and to say the least, we're all WAY in over our heads. Just the idea of being confronted by Slendy scares the shit out of me.

But I want to know what I saw and what's haunting my dreams. I'm sick of being scared and being the baby when it comes to this bastard.

So this is going to be my blog. Not one of those, "Oh my god, I'm going crazy, lololololslendylolololol"

No. I'm not doing this for your entertainment. It's for other's safety.

So I'll be posting once a week, most likely on Tuesdays or Wednesdays. I'll fill everyone in, show pictures, videos, and the findings from not only myself, but Knave and Eyes, my partners in this hell.

But for the first week, I'll give you all some insight.



So, I had a theory.

Slenderman, on occasion, has been able to do dream warfare. He'll come to your dreams and terrorize you. It happened to me. The first evening I saw him, when I tried to sleep that night, I was repeatedly awoken by him. Then I thought that maybe, if I had something to protect my dreams, it would keep the bastard out.

Scary thing is, it works.

I imagined up something just as badass as Daddy Long Legs, and named her Miss. And sure enough, that night when I was asleep, I had no problems. I wasn't awoken by him, and I was pleased to find out that I was rested with my wits about me.

As dumb and childish as it sounds, my little imaginary friend helped me.

Moving on, in the dreams, I keep seeing mirrors. Us holding mirrors, using them as a weapon. It's not something I'd expect, but it's been coming to me every night.

I'm going to try and contact M for help with this idea.

Eyes says we can trust him, and I trust Eyes with my life.

So looks like we can trust M.



Stay safe and don't be silenced,
Backslash.