Tonight

Ok ok. Tonight. We're meeting. Ten minutes or so from now. Joel has been pretty quiet recently, getting himself together and we're walking there and typing this message. The location is an abandoned office block, still not going to give the city, it's too risky. I don't want to risk leading the Wolf there. We checked it out during daylight but it's dark now. Thus making anything we saw then, ten times creepier...

Also, we've set a post, a little message from each of us should we not make it or have the time to reset the post timer. If we don't, it probably means we're either, dead. (The best possibility as far as I can tell.) Kidnapped. Hallowed or god knows what...

Of course, this implies that we're gonna die!!!!11!!!11!!!! We've walked into dangerous situations before and come out breathing. I feel good about this... Even though I do, I still have my new best friend. It's a cricket bat. Joel let me draw a smiley face on it. It's called Batamon. I don't want to use Batamon, but if I have to, then I have to. 

I wonder, if I hit Slendy in the face with it, whilst the ink was still wet, would the imprint be enough to give him a face so everyone likes him?

Everyone needs a little bit of sillyness, even if they're running, especially when they're running. It distracts me from the pain in my shoulder and my finger.

~Lucas

So many questions.

Sorry again, we've been busy recently. Pretty much as soon as we got to bed that time, we had people hammering on our door. They said they were police, but Lucas was clutching his head again, muttering about the fog. I was panicking about what would happen if they got their way in, I took the wrench, pushed things to the door to keep whatever was trying to get in, out.

Then we heard gunshots.

Just a "pop pop pop." It seemed too quiet for gunshot, maybe it was silenced and then the hammering stopped. I heard something fall from outside, or at least hit the floor. I looked at Lucas, he was crying, scratching at his shoulder like it was killing him.

I ran to him, getting his hand from the wound and examined it. It didn't look infected but he was complaining that it hurt. I gave him some ibuprofen we had in the kit and he went to sleep whilst I kept watch. Note to self: I need to restock that thing. We're getting through it pretty quickly...

The next morning, everything had been pulled away from the door. I don't know how, I don't remember sleeping, but we're both here and nothing seems to have been taken. I looked out the door, looking at the carpet mostly, there was a little blood on there and on the door handle outside.

That and we found a note, it was handwritten on a blank piece of paper, and gave a time, (Not telling for our own safety,) date, (two days from now.) and GPS coordinates. (See: "time") There is always a possibility this could be a part of the PTC or something like that, but at the same time I keep thinking about the guys who interviewed us. I wonder if they had us followed and when they saw we were in trouble, they intervened...

We're getting out of here, it's clear that although Slendy has been absent over here, He still can get us if He wants. He has proxies for that reason I bet...

Me and Lucas discussed what our next move is and we decided that we're getting better armed. A single wrench can't save us forever. (Much to my disappointment. D= ) We're getting Lucas a weapon of some description, probably a cricket bat, and we're going to get masks, maybe they have something about them that could help us.

After that we're gonna show up at the location. After that we're gonna take things as they come. If no one shows or it's a trap, we're getting out of the UK.

Also, we prettified the blog, figured that blue was getting a little boring.

Best of luck to you all.

Don't stop running.

-Joel

This belonged to my Dad.

I picked it up when we went home the second time, it seemed appropriate to post it right now. The words say "Saint Christopher Protect Us." Sorry for the shadow, the flash just made the entire thing shine like it was a Christmas tree.

Joel, after my family died... He did the right thing and called the police about it from a payphone nearby. Saying that he'd found my family dead and hung up. Well, they are still dead, but as far as what happened to them... Carbon Monoxide...

Either way, I just spent the rest of the afternoon in a police station, answering this Detective Inspector Stroud's questions along with Joel. We'd planned before, gotten something in place.

The thing is, he was asking questions I would expect from a murder investigation... Like, he was seriously grilling me about it...

"Where was I when they died?" I was at Joel's house. (Meeting Joel in the park.)

"What was I doing?" I can't remember, sex most likely. (Talking about how I needed to head home again...)

"What about after?" I was going to introduce him to my parents, still hadn't come out to them and wanted his support. (I went home to pick up a few things and get taken by a freak with a knife.)

"Why did you run?" I couldn't stay there, I saw everyone dead and I just ran. (I spent a week getting beaten, bruised, broken.)

"How did you hurt your finger?" I don't remember, the week after that is just a blur, we just travelled. Anywhere there was a bus. Joel looked after me when it happened though. I... I dislike hosptials. (That was a half truth: I remember too well what happened, but there are times the fog just made me completely out of it, like blurs in my memories.)

Then he stopped the tape, looked at me straight in the eye and said: "This is the third one in two years. Far more have happened in America. I can't tell you who I work for, but we are on the same side... Tell me what happened, exactly."
So you're not a DI?
"Nope."
 I can't tell you anything... That's how it works... If I tell you, or help you discover him. You and yours are at risk...


He smacked the desk. "They ALL fucking say that! I don't care if it's some ghost of christmas past come back to murder people. What is done to them is beyond the capabilities of a normal human." At this point I had pushed the chair back away from him, scared, whilst he stood and rounded on me. "So you had better tell me. I am not in the mood for games."
You know it's supernatural?
"Yes I know it's supernatural."
Then you should know that you are out of your depth. All I know is that I stumbled across this picture and I met Joel, and almost everything since then has been terrible. I don't know anything much... I lost my finger to one of His minions and I am far more terrified of staying trapped and unable to run from him than I am of you. The best way of preventing it is for me to keep my mouth firmly shut.


That seemed to sate him and I was released from their custody. I compared notes with Joel, he had a similar experience with another "Detective Inspector..."

But who are these people? MI 5? MI 6? What about MI 1? I don't know, and I don't think I want to know. If they are here then it's a good thing. But at the same time... If they're flummoxed by this, I can't say we're going to fare better.

So yes, today was both an incredibly good day, and an incredibly confusing/annoying one. But perhaps We're not the only British runners, or maybe they are all dead. I just don't fucking know. Either way, I'm determined to go to the beach again tomorrow, make a proper day of it without getting dragged into all of this shit. I want us to have fun, enjoy ourselves.

The fog in my brain has cleared, I'm going to get some sleep.

~ Lucas

The beach!

Shit... I feel infected, dirty, disgusting, corrupt, any other adjective that escapes me and means something similar. But I'm at the beach, we spent today there. Swimming, (the salt is a little painful on my shoulder but it's nice to feel water again,) laughing or just holding hands listening to the wax and wane of the sea. I don't care it was cold, but there is something about being here, (possibly the sea air,) that makes me feel wonderful. I'm happy for the first time in a good long time, and no amount of fog can stop me! (Definitely the sea air.)

The sea always excites my curiosity, sure we can think of the massiveness of the sun or the universe. But why do we look up, when we don't even know what is at the bottom of the ocean? It's only been extremely recently, that engineering has allowed us to make subs which can withstand the extreme pressures involved. It was what I wanted to explore when I was youngest.

Of course that was a stupid idea, I would never be allowed to go down there myself, but the sea gave me an idea. I want to understand why.

Why does Slenderman Kill some, Hallow others, and Proxify the rest? Why are we the poor sods who have to keep running? And why do I keep having this fog since being kidnapped?

I know I'm most likely losing my sanity, I need to get myself together again. I am me. I refuse to be anyone else. I keep saying my name, over and over again in my head, maybe help become a bit more of an early warning system. A way of getting out of there before it gets too bad. Like it did that night...

I don't remember waking Joel up, or typing any of it. JOEL HAS ICECREAM!

God I'm such a kid sometimes. =3

~Lucas

TEE HEE

I cant stop LAUGHING it's MAD!

MadMAdMADderMADDerMADDEstMADDEStMADDESTEST! HEHe!

JOEL IS asleep so I should be quiet...

Hehe. WE're dead... I SaW HIM! He's at TheDoor windo DOOR WINDOW DOOR... He'smiling...

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it's foggy. I CAn't see mysELF fthink! My braiN hurts

the BAG had my passport, DOLLARZ! not MUTCH but enough for Uss.

Wait... Smieling? Zlendy doesn't smile! But I have fog... But not slendy... I should wake up Joel... I feel fuzzy...

NoNONONONONONONONONONONONONONONNO

I AM ME

Not a proxy, I'm not... FuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslenderman...

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I looked on my phone and that was what was there. Lucas woke me up this morning, he'd torn his shoulder stitches and was in a state, I had to stitch him again and then we had to get out of there. I'm worried about him. Like, seriously worried. We went back to his house, collected some personal items, stuff to remember his family by. He seems different, jumping from terrified to jaded to determined for survival to this hopeless romantic. He keeps talking about fog though, how he "feels it" when he sees Tall, Dark and Faceless.

Melissa (I_L), apologies for not responding to your email. We've been getting out of here. Basically every time we settle down, Wolf is there like a fucking bloodhound. Looks like we have three pissed proxies after us, and they are damn close, too close all the time... We can't stop for longer than a few hours.

I'm currently, as for most of my posts, on a bus to nowhere in particular. I think we're headed to the sea. Maybe that will help Lucas get himself back. I'll do a proper post later...

In the meantime, keep safe guys.

- Joel

Our first argument.

Lucas and I argued a couple of hours ago about that last post.

I was angry, at him. At the Slenderman. At this whole situation. He needed to snap out of it. It's like he's given up on reality, he just wants to stop everything. I practically wanted to slap him and scream. "FUCKING PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!"

But I didn't, see below.

Me: So. You're giving up?

Lucas: Yup. I'm gonna get a bus back home as soon as I can.

Me: No you're not.

Lucas: Why?

Me: Fucks sake Lucas, do you honestly think this guy is Death Incarnate?

Lucas: Actually, yes. Look at my family. Look at everything that happened. I have nothing left, I can't run anymore. Not on my own.

That was a bit of a slight to me really. I've kept him safe as much as I can, I've tried to keep him out of it. I'm not a hero, but I got him out of Wolf's grasp... I treated his finger, I got him on a bus over here.

Me: You have me.

Lucas: And what happened last time I trusted you? He held his hand up, gesturing to the bandaged finger. That is the best thing that happened to me that day. The Wolf, he-

He broke down. I sat him down on a bed and gently reached around him, pulling him to me as he cried against my chest. I just ended up whispering "never again" to him. Over and over, trying to soothe him.

We stayed like that for about an hour when he sniffled and looked up at me. I can't tell you what he said, but to put it simply, he convinced me and we are going to do something really really stupid, armed with a wrench, a knife, our relentless optimism and Mr Happy-No-Face nipping at our heels.

Yay for ridiculous ideas!

-Joel

Still alive.

Ok, first things first. Who am I?

I am Joel Sydney Harper. The only son of Lucy Harper (deceased) and some guy I don't know/care about. 

The luckiest fucker in the world.

Well, I would be if Lucas would speak to me. Or if he wasn't hurt. Or if I hadn't been such a coward before. Or a thousand other things that are going on right now...

Ok, starting from the start. 

I came to the park armed. I had a a small pocket knife resting in (LE GASP!) my pocket, along with a monkey wrench hanging from my belt that had a good weight to it so I assumed it'd down him if I hit him with it. 

Everything went as expected, Wolfie met me where I met Lucas that time. He then headed into the forested area. I followed him quickly as he led me through and toward a small warehouse. You know the kind that always happens to be the bad guy's hide out in films.  It was around that time where I slipped the wrench out of my belt and into my sleeve. 

Lucas was sat in a chair right in the centre, there was a lot of blood on the floor around him, his hands tied behind his back. I called out to him and he looked up and just looked back down again. It was then that the Big Bad Wolf pointed to another chair. Presumably telling me to sit down. 

It's a little fuzzy at this point. I think I dropped the wrench down and smacked him with the end of it. And I'm pretty sure he crumpled, but that's about it. I remember grabbing Lucas and seeing Slendy and running hand in hand with him as all the lights went out in the warehouse.

How it must have looked, two young men running hand in hand from a skinny, faceless, giant with too long arms and legs. I can imagine it would have looked so surreal. But we got into town, we were safe. I sat Lucas down in a Starbucks and got us both coffees, trying to let the adrenaline wear off. It was then that I noticed his finger... 

A large part of his left ring finger had been cut off at the joint. I asked to have a look, took his hand, but he wrenched it back. Cradling it against his chest and glaring at me. He hadn't said a single word to me. But then, I guess that's right... He'd seen his family killed and his friend desert him. Of course he blames me...

I can't imagine what he's going through...

I'm writing this on a bus down south, I'm going to head to where the most people are at. Maybe see if I can get out of the country with him. I want out of this nightmare and I want to take Lucas with me. I want to make him safe again.

The bus is coming to a stop, I'm gonna stop writing for now, Lucas seems to be waking up. He's been out pretty much since we caught the bus a few hours ago and keeps crying himself awake. I'm gonna tell him I'm keeping up with the blog, letting the few people who are out there and care about this, know that we're as safe as we can be for now. Either way, we've got a lot of miles to go and I pray to those non existant gods that we succeed in outrunning Him.

After that I'm gonna get some shuteye, I haven't slept in two days, apparently that's a bad thing to do.

Good night whoever is reading this.

-Joel

Faith.

I had a note pushed under my door tonight. I don't know what to think about it. All it said was "Faith."

Faith.

What about faith? I have faith in my family, that they love me, I have faith in Joel, that we'll see each other again. I have faith in-

Ah.

There is one place that I have been lacking in faith. Christianity.

When I first started liking guys, I pushed it back in my head. My religion said it was wrong, I believed everything else, I pushed it back, I repressed myself.

I repressed myself and it broke me. I didn't stop liking guys, I refused to like guys. I listened to sermons, and I sung to all the hymns and songs and I listened to them saying. "Be the best you can be." Or "God loves you personally." And silently hearing after it. "As long as you're not gay." 


Then one day, I stood up, made a big deal of getting my coat and gloves on, (It was winter,) and I walked out during the sermon, slamming the door. A few days later I came out and I had NEVER felt so free in my life. The vicar used a story, and it made me truly angry. It was about someone who came into the church, must have been a good ten or twenty years before. (The guy is ancient.)

She was a woman who said she wanted to know God. She went into church and felt the spirit around her. But when she got talking to the parishioners, they all told her she had to stop being with her female partner. She was in love with her, but she wanted to know this God she felt whilst she was in church.

So she asked her pastor.

Who told her that homosexuality was a sin. And that if she ever wanted to know the love of god, then she would have to split up with her girlfriend. So she left. She didn't want to split up with her girlfriend in search of some god who may or may not bring her happiness.

I'm sure there was a point, something like "There will always be people who refuse the word of god." But to be honest, they asked her to choose between a love she was familiar with, and a love that may or may not even be there and she hardly knew about.

That in my eyes, is one good way of being a bad human being, let alone a Christian.

But faith, what I believe in, what I get strength from. I get strength from God, I get strength from family, I get strength from Joel, I get strength from feeling like I'm not alone, like I have some semblance of belonging.

Well... Enough spilling everything about me. Dammit I need stop fucking crying.

I'll be better tomorrow, less emotional and stressed I guess. I finish my meds, I'll go out for the first time in what feels like weeks, it'll be a good day. :)

~Lucas

Today has been a good day.

I finally had a good night's sleep last night. No nightmares, no coughing, no nothing! So that's an improvement. I'm hurting less too, less weak than before. So it looks like I'm over the steepest part of this hill. The medication I'm getting is still making me queasy, and when I finally got up I started having a coughing fit but yeah. I'm almost  better.

Also, ALSO! I finally got a hold of Joel. I have been calling him at 1 PM every day and finally he had his phone on. I didn't record the call, but I shall remember to do that next time. The general gist of it though was this:

J: Lucas, How've you b-
L: Where are you Joel?
J: I can't say on here, I don't trust phones.
L: Ok. Are you close?
J: Yup, how are you feeling?
L: Better than I was yesterday. I-I'm sorry about that by the way.
J: It's fine, I-we wouldn't have even been involved if I hadn't stumbled across-
L: Across what?
J: -Silence-
L: Across what?
J: Damn I miss you.

He then hung up on me. I rang him again but the phone was turned off. I left a message to the tune of; "When I see you again, then I will need to know everything about this thing you're so scared of." Either way, it was ten seconds that I wanted. I'd have loved to chat for longer but yeah, he believes he's on the run.

Joel, because you didn't let me reply: I miss you more. Come back in one piece..

~Lucas

Big Bad Wolf.

I'm improving, my throat is less painful today than it was yesterday. This medication that is making me feel like utter shit, making me puke every few hours or so, is actually helping my throat. Which is good!

I've been trying to work out who this "Big Bad Wolf" guy I keep seeing is. Each time I think about it, it gets more and more and more confusing. One part of me thinks. "LOLFURRIES!" and the other part of me thinks. "Holy shit, if this is the guy who made Joel run, then I should be scared."

But I'm not. That's the thing, I've not seen anything, not heard anything. All I have is the word of a guy who I met a month ago and a hundred or so blogs of people who may or may not exist and regardless of the fact I'm in a whirlwind of a relationship with him, that is not the best of evidence proving the existence of some tall skinny guy who has no face, or this creepy wolf from my nightmares. (Oh god long sentence!)

But at the same time, the Slenderman has captured something deep inside me, something primal, a fear inside me. I need to see in order to believe, and that terrifies me.

I just want to see you Joel. I miss you.

~Lucas

Going to the Dr's again...

Yeah, my sleep schedule has been pretty fucked up recently, and the antibiotics haven't helped at all. If anything, I've gotten worse. I've been coughing up god knows what. Not to mention that Joel has gone missing, I rang him multiple times. Hell, I even went to his house. His housemates... Uh... Well they know me reasonably well now, but as far as they knew, he had gone to see his parents. Now the issue is that I've not met his parents and even if I did know, I don't really want to knock on their front door and go "Hi there! I'm Joel's fuckbuddy/boyfriend-type-thing!"

However, when I asked his housemates, told them I was worried about him, I discovered that they were worried about him too, he'd been acting differently, flinching at noises and locking himself in his room. But they haven't seen him for a couple of days. Summary: It seems his coded comment (Thanks Aimee.) was his "I'm running away." note...

In other news, the dreams haven't stopped, but I'm kind of getting desensitised by them. It still feels painfully real, but at the same time, it's just a dream, I'm not getting as shaken up about it as I was before. There was a difference last night, I wasn't caught by the Big Bad Wolf in the forest, I was caught by Slendy. I can't explain it, it was like my soul was "drained." I still saw myself in my eyes, but I wasn't me any more, I was, I dunno, maybe a revenant or hallowed, the kind of thing you get in these blogs. One of Slenderman's servants.

And, if, hypothetically, there is a tall, dark, faceless thing out there. Judging by the blogs I have read, I will probably have little choice in the matter. I am not the kind of person who runs. And if you don't run then you end up broken.

Also I worked out the whole non caps thing. It was put in after it had been translated. As far as I can tell, the characters are:  "Love yew" Is that it? Is that your goodbye?

Joel, because I know you're reading this. I am giving you a choice and it is a simple one. GET IN CONTACT WITH ME! or FUCKING GET IN CONTACT WITH ME!

EDIT: Wait... Does this make me a clingy/jealous boyfriend? I dunno. Sorry Joel if I am... I'll give you some space...

I guess I should explain...

What I did yesterday was stupid and childish and not like me, sure I'm a troll, but yeah... I shouldn't let people get to me like that... It's just this whole infection thing, it's been getting the better of me. It's difficult for me to focus on anything for more than a few minutes and I have exams coming up and I can't revise for that very reason. My head is in utter agony, I didn't get much sleep the night before... I had a nightmare, and that combined with illness made it difficult to get back to sleep...

"What nightmare?" You ask I'm sure. It had me pretty shaken when I woke up, I immediately turned the light on after and looked around my room, I couldn't sleep really for the rest of the night, found myself coughing too much.

It just felt so real, even though it was bouncing between two scenes, two possibilities...

I push open the door to my room, I feel taller than usual, wearing a hoodie, I know this because I reach inside. 

I am running through the forest, it's dark, I don't know where or what or how, but I know, I feel terrified of something, I feel the cool air hurt my throat, making my chest raw as I run.

I tug out a flick knife, it's big, dangerous looking and take a step forward into the room, looking around.

I am running faster, I can hear the howl behind me, I don't think, I don't turn around, I just run. I hear footsteps closer to me, branches whip at my face as I turn toward a dense area of brush, trying to avoid whatever is following me. 

I feel my heart rate increase, my fingers tightening around the moulded handle, I've done this plenty of times before, I enjoy it. The blade flicks out with a "Shing," the silvered knife glinting in the dim light of my room.

I feel brambles cutting at my clothes, at my flesh, I feel pain but still keep going, out into a clearing, it is colder here than under tree cover, there is fog. 

I watch the knife, and then see a figure in the bed, it's natural, it's all going to be ok, it'll hurt but he deserves it. I move toward the bed and see his face... 

I turn around to check if I am being followed again, I don't think so and as I look forward once more, I collide into someone. A tall figure, I know who this one is, in a suit, faceless. I turn to run once more fear driving every muscle in my body to beyond it's capabilities. 

The face is mine, this body I am in isn't! It's someone else's, I'm in bed. I'm asleep... I-no He, watches me, pressing the blade up against my throat. It's good. I deserve it, it'll hurt but it's all going to be ok in the end... 

I turn around and yelp as I see the figure I was running from, a human in a wolf mask, a leap is all it takes to bring me down and he moves over me, his knee on the side of my neck, caressing my cheek with a roughness. I am a fox at the mercy of a dozen hounds... Just waiting to be torn up into tiny pieces.

He presses the knife down, forces it into my throat, my eyes open for a moment as I feel the immense pain delivered to me, I convulse, I try and speak but no words come out, just the gargling from the newly acquired wound. He takes off his mask, I am still looking through his eyes, but I can tell it is a wolf's mask. He is showing me his face. He pushes further down, slitting my throat properly, watching as blood spurts onto white bedsheets, splattering his gloved hands. "Goodnight."  

"Who are you?" I ask into the damp grass, the scent of life seeping through my nostrils and my body loses the energy to fight. I know He is watching, I know I have no escape, I accept it. "I'm the Big Bad Wolf. My Master has no use for you." He stands. I stay there. He raises his booted foot and brings it hard down onto my neck, I hear a crack and then everything goes dark.

It was then that I woke up. I don't get it, I don't think I will, I've not been stalked by Mr Creepy-No-Face. I'm not sure who this "Big Bad Wolf" is. But I've had it two nights in a row now. And it feels so real, I feel the pain, I see how my face screws up when he pushes the knife in... I can't stop thinking about it...

Also Joel, we need to talk right now this second about your comment. I am ringing you up as I type. If any of you followers can help with decoding it, it'd be much appreciated. I mean 4 Across sounds familiar, but I can't remember why...

I am leaving the post I did yesterday on here for posterity's sake. I should be better at dealing with stress, regardless of my state of health. Whoever you are Anonymous Commenter, I apologise. I still don't believe, but it doesn't mean I should lash out.

~Lucas

Well Date #2, here I come!

My cough still hasn't gone away, (It's been a week or so since I started coughing.) but considering that I don't have any other symptoms, I've been generally going on as business as usual. Really though, it's simply because I'm well enough to work, but not well enough to think straight. School seems to be the main reason I'm suffering though, lots of moving around outside seems to make my cough terrible. That plus exam stress means that I am likely not getting rid of this one until after late June...

Well, either way, I wasn't going to let some cough get between my meeting up with Joel on friday, dinner and a movie, just like him to be so sweet... Though a curious thing happened... The both of us went to the supermarket, got some food, and as we were walking back it was dark. I was coughing my way down the road, as usual, when Joel took my hand suddenly and led me down a side road... "Don't panic." He said, his face had grown pale, and the tightness of how he squeezed my hand had me clearly in the knowledge he was scared of something.

I was curious as to what.

"Nothing you need to worry about hun."

"Nothing I need to- OF COURSE I need to worry about it, you were perfectly jokey and relaxed a second ago. Then you suddenly went all protective and doubled our overall walking distance... If you're being scared by someone, you need to talk about it!" Well, at least that was what I thought anyway... I didn't say it, it didn't seem like the right time to say...

If it's a prank, I'm gonna tell him to lay off, at least whilst my immune system is fucked. If it isn't and someone's really scaring him then I'll get involved, the area he lives isn't exactly known for being pro-gay. If someone found out about us, he could be in a bit of trouble...

Apart from that, I had a good friday 13th, and a very very good saturday 14th. ^_^;

I'm gonna get some sleep before I start coughing again.

Night all.

News just in...

I am a tiny bit out of breath still, not sure what to think... Either way, my head is pounding right now, I can't stop coughing. I'm gonna get this typed up then I'm going to try and sleep it off. It's 11:00 PM over here right as I type this just so we're clear.

Well, I was walking home from Joel's house about twenty minutes before now, he'd invited a few friends over and we were making polite conversation and watching youtube videos on his bed, fraping him. He seemed a little more chirpy tonight, less scared, and so it was all pretty fun. Well, yes, walking home, yeah. I normally take a short cut, but it was darker than usual when I took it, like the walls were closing in on me, it never felt that way before...

Well, I've been doing a good job trying not to get freaked out by this whole thing. I still am certain Joel is somehow behind this. But, I guess circumstances got the better of me... I heard a scream. Something about the way it echoed off the walls in this alleyway, made me shiver.

I turned around sharply looking for the source, but saw nothing. Momentum carried me forward still, and I turned around. It was then that I felt the need to get out of that situation, so I ran, I fucking ran away from what was nothing...

Probably what creeped me out more was that I commented on this guy. The Executor or something equally threatening. And I asked why I should believe him...

Dammit Joel, stop fucking trying to scare me? I ran. Happy now? You made me feel afraid. You can stop trying to creep me out...

Night all.

Lucas