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

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

Well, we're both alive...

Huzzah! A blog written by both of us!

Joel: Ok, to get out of the country, there are three things we require:

1. Us being alive. 
2. Money. 
3. Passports. 

So far we had one of them, we were alive. But when Wolf caught Lucas, he had gotten a hold of his passport, keeping it in one of those small hidden safes in the warehouse. The key pad was touch tone, and he could remember the tune it made. So a half-arsed and downright dangerous plan was formed. If he kept a passport in there, perhaps there were other more interesting things we could take, like money.

We were gonna head back to the warehouse and steal from the slender man. 

So we did it last night.

We got in, it was quiet enough. It was dark but I couldn't hear anyone around, and the echos in the warehouse would have amplified anything. I turned on a torch and we headed to a desk off to the side. I didn't notice it there when I got to him earlier but yeah. It was there. Lucas went behind the desk and tapped on the safe's buttons.

I kept a light shone around the general area, wrench at the ready. I didn't like this situation, we were too vulnerable and if Slendy showed at the door, we'd have little in the way of a way out... Well it wasn't Him who showed at the door. Three of them, two wearing black hoodies and the kind of white masks you get at craft stores. The other was The Big Bad Wolf, brown hoodie, wolf mask, and his growling was echoing from every wall. Lucas swore, he couldn't get the safe open and was frantically trying different combinations as I muttered. "Get your knife out. We have company..." 

The two of them ran at me, I swung at one, they caught my wrist and punched my solarplexus in the blink of an eye, I was winded as I dropped the wrench, kneeing the figure in front of me in the gut. I think she was female, I heard her groan as I reached down to take the wrench again. I heard Lucas shout, "It's open!" As the other clambered over the desk, trying to get him. I was too distracted by the girl to get there in time

Lucas: I noticed the guy coming over, he had a great big carving knife and I swung up with my own puny little pocket knife. It caught him in the arm and stuck. He pulled away and it was wrenched out of my hand. I'd gotten maybe half of what was in there into this bag, he stabbed down at me and cut me where neck meets shoulder, I couldn't think. I was on the floor and weaponless, I reached in the safe, looking for something that could be of use. I pulled out a pistol... A glock or something. I'm not great with guns... It looked dangerous though... I swung round, pointing it at him, all the while probably bleeding gallons from my neck wound. "Get back." 

That seemed to work. I stood up and fell into a chair, gun pointed straight at him. He had a knife still, but was backing off. I pulled the bag onto my shoulder and stood up, right now I didn't care about whatever else was in there. "Let's get going..."

Joel: The sight of your Christian boyfriend looking pissed, bleeding and with a gun, is the most badass thing I've seen him do. It's no surprise that both of them backed off. Lucas was wounded... His t-shirt was bloodstained already. Lucas went around the desk, still pointing the gun at them, getting to me and making sure I was ok. I hadn't seen this side to him before. So determined. I've never been so proud of him. 

Then Wolfie pulled his own gun. 

Lucas pulled the trigger. 

*click*

"Shit run!"

And that we did. I broke the lock on this small door on the other side whilst the three of them chased after us, and then got out of there. We figured we were safe in the city again, so kept near people as best as we could. 

We dumped the gun in a local pond. UK law doesn't look kindly on someone carrying a firearm, so we got rid of it. It's better than being arrested.

So now, I'm pretty sure I've broken a couple of ribs, Lucas fared worse. I've done as best as I can, I stitched his knife wound, it was pretty shallow but damn close to an artery. I had to be careful and he will have to be careful for a while. No heavy lifting. 

We also paid a stop to somewhere else, but this post is already scarily long. We'll post everything another day. We both need some sleep...

Night all. 

- ~ Joel and Lucas

Also: If any of you runners, fighters, proxies, or followers fancy talking to us, we can be contacted at: Unspoken422@googlemail.com 

Irony

You know, if I wasn't so hurt right now, I'd have found it a little funny. I started this blog to discuss ideas for my Slenderblog, and now

Now.

Now I've lost everything. I'm the "poor guy who's gonna have his life turned upside down" I've lost my life already, death just hasn't caught up with me. I kind of always imagined Slenderman as this spectral faceless figure. A modern day Grim Reaper.

And he's coming for me. I can't stay in London forever, I saw Him above my bed, watching. He has no eyes but he FUCKING WATCHES!

I did nothing... I didn't shout, I didn't cry, I just went back to sleep.

And then I woke up, it was morning.

Joel took one glance at me and noticed that I have marks on my arms. I looked it's true. Long red fingermarks... Occasionally tinged with black where it bruised. Like someone had been holding me down, holding me still.

There are three stereotypes that people tend to follow when they see Him. The Fighters, The Runners and those who just give up. Joel is a Runner and... And I'm not cut out for it... I always imagined my life as one where I'd settle down. Fall in love with some girl and have a family. A small house, just big enough for us. A garden. I'd have a job where I don't have to work that hard, maybe at a pharmaceutical company, making chemicals for testing against diseases. I'd be quietly in the background, helping others in my own way.

Have any of you heard the phrase; "An Englishman's home is his castle?" Well that is what I am planning on doing. I'm going to go home. Sit down with that great big carving knife my parents always told me never to use when I was younger and wait. Who for, I dunno. But I expect someone will be there.

If it's a proxy then I will defend myself. I'm not going to feel the pain I felt before... Never again. If it is him. Then I'll take his hand into the next life. I can't fight him. People have tried. They tend to die. I can't run from him, I'm not cut out for it. So my only option is to give up.

Slenderman: A message to you. If you are this grim reaper I keep dreaming of, just take me away. Don't play with me, just finish it.

I'm tired.

~Lucas

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

M.

I'll keep this short and to the point.

M is one of the few who I truly turned to when things got difficult last year. I never had the time to focus on the other larger blogs. I was panicking, I had projects due in in days and I was being haunted by this fucking Proxy. The story, his lessons and his "Just keep running" attitude kept me reasonably sane. When he suddenly dropped everything and stopped posting last year, I thought that that was the end. He was dead, deceased, fallen off the mortal coil, gone for good.

But he wasn't, and if this unconscious person is M, then he is alive, and that is a blessing to all of us.

We've never met, we likely never will, you'll likely never even read this blog. But your information saved my life. I wish I was exaggerating but it did. You'd better get well soon M.

-Joel

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