Lucas had me type something up, I guess it makes sense. I'm not good with long words, but he said something about therapy of writing stuff down. So hi! I'm Joshua, I'm 13 and am being stalked. it feels odd. Like alcoholics anonimous.

Um. well. I'm new to all this, Lucas is looking at me like I should keep writing so I will. He's a nice guy, if a wuss occasionally with Joel. He's in more pain in his hands and elsewhere than he lets people know.

Yeah, my past... I grew up here in NJ, with a step mom and normal dad, and then, two weeks ago I met Slenderman. I mean, I didn't meet him, i came across him. Jenny decided to show me him. She's my stepsister. A bitch normally, but since it happened... She decided to try and scare me, convince me that he existed. And she didn't believe me when I found he did.

I was scared. I heard stories of people's families dying, hell, Lucas is a living example of that. I ran.

And Jennifer came after me.

She came to try and bring me back, I was so scared. and we saw him. We both saw him. This was the first time she'd seen him and I was scared so I ran.

She didn't.

That was a week ago.

So I packed and ran. I stole food when i could, I have cops with an amber alert looking out for me. I can't go home, I just can't. I don't want to risk them.

It just scares me. This whole thing.

I'm just glad Lucas found me. I was scared of Joel at first, but now, I feel kind of safe, knowing that he's a killer. At least if he does kill me I won't die too painfully.

So. That's about it. I don't know what else to say other than try not to die you random strangers Ill probably never meet.

Joshua