Guess who?
Yup.
It's me, Lucas.
Everything you see down there in the last post is true apart from one thing. The Wolfman bit it off, he didn't use a knife. I was already broken when that monster started on me...
Can't think about anything else, need to keep moving, keep distracted.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Monday, 30 May 2011
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
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1.2.1.2. Testing posting from phone's email.
Still alive but running like fuck. Waiting for the bus out of here. I have Lucas... Well most of him... Long story. I'll tell later. I can't believe my luck.
Still alive but running like fuck. Waiting for the bus out of here. I have Lucas... Well most of him... Long story. I'll tell later. I can't believe my luck.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Meet up.
Almost as soon as I posted a comment suggesting a meet up, I got Lucas leaving a message on my answer phone. He sounded not too bad, scared, but still alive. He said that if I didn't turn myself in, meeting him at the same park as before, tonight, he would be killed.
That fucker! He had me pegged from the word "go." I've seen his profile, his blog, talking about us, what he's doing to Lucas. He wants me and doesn't care who he goes through... I can't go to the police, they'll be too busy asking questions about Lucas's family. It's not like they'll believe I'm being stalked by Tall Dark and Faceless.
So what am I supposed to do? I mean, this IS a trap. But my conscience says "go." Dammit Wolf. I hate you so much... Either way, I'm gonna keep armed from now on...
Edit: If I do do this, I am breaking every damn rule in the book. The park has trees, lots of trees. Yes it's near town, but I doubt it'll be in the open part of the park. Plus Wolf knows I'm going to be there and has time to prepare for me. The place is public though, that's one good point about it.
-Joel
That fucker! He had me pegged from the word "go." I've seen his profile, his blog, talking about us, what he's doing to Lucas. He wants me and doesn't care who he goes through... I can't go to the police, they'll be too busy asking questions about Lucas's family. It's not like they'll believe I'm being stalked by Tall Dark and Faceless.
So what am I supposed to do? I mean, this IS a trap. But my conscience says "go." Dammit Wolf. I hate you so much... Either way, I'm gonna keep armed from now on...
Edit: If I do do this, I am breaking every damn rule in the book. The park has trees, lots of trees. Yes it's near town, but I doubt it'll be in the open part of the park. Plus Wolf knows I'm going to be there and has time to prepare for me. The place is public though, that's one good point about it.
-Joel
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Think Think Think..
Calmer now. Still running, but calmer now.
Ok what happened, what happened...
What did happen?
I met Lucas, the place was a park in the centre of town, we'd walked together there once or twice and the moment seemed right. He looked at me and we- DAMMIT!
It was an intelligent place, it was quiet enough, but a couple of minutes of running and you were in the centre of town. I met him there, it was safe. I held him in my arms. He then told me that he needed to go home and collect a few things. He didn't tell me what happened that made him believe but he seemed out of it. Scared even. I didn't press.
We took the bus to his house. He said he'd be right back.
Ten minutes passed, then twenty... I decided I was going to go in, ask his parents if I could have a chat with him. I knocked on the door and pushed it open, it was then that I felt a tackiness under my boots. The house was dark mostly but I could smell it, like each step I took made me more repulsed. This was the first time I'd been to his house, so this was all new to me. I walked through, tripping over a ladder that had fallen on the floor and barely rescuing myself. I heard crying from another room and moved to flick the light on.
The Wolf had him. I... He had him close, a knife against his throat. All around was the source of the blood, painting the cream walls red... It's difficult to not feel sick thinking about it. There were three people sat on the couch, two big and one shorter. All of them had had their faces removed, presumably with a knife and chests cracked open like someone had been practising autopsies, but their cavities were filled with plastic bags... I'm so so sorry Lucas... I tried to protect you from this...
Wolfie told me to go into the garden, he followed with Lucas, in shock, at knife point still. I couldn't do anything at this point. I stood there as he said "Swap." He wanted me to trade places with Lucas and I was going to! But I felt something, I turned around and He was there, right in front of me.
So I ran. I couldn't save Lucas and I ran... He started screaming and I just kind of pushed it out of my mind, I didn't want to know who I was leaving in His hands... I don't know if he's alive or if he's dead or if he's been hallowed or tortured.
I may as well have taken the knife to him myself...
I should have done the swap...
If I hear anything about Lucas, I'll post on here. But right now this is me signing off.
-Joel
Ok what happened, what happened...
What did happen?
I met Lucas, the place was a park in the centre of town, we'd walked together there once or twice and the moment seemed right. He looked at me and we- DAMMIT!
It was an intelligent place, it was quiet enough, but a couple of minutes of running and you were in the centre of town. I met him there, it was safe. I held him in my arms. He then told me that he needed to go home and collect a few things. He didn't tell me what happened that made him believe but he seemed out of it. Scared even. I didn't press.
We took the bus to his house. He said he'd be right back.
Ten minutes passed, then twenty... I decided I was going to go in, ask his parents if I could have a chat with him. I knocked on the door and pushed it open, it was then that I felt a tackiness under my boots. The house was dark mostly but I could smell it, like each step I took made me more repulsed. This was the first time I'd been to his house, so this was all new to me. I walked through, tripping over a ladder that had fallen on the floor and barely rescuing myself. I heard crying from another room and moved to flick the light on.
The Wolf had him. I... He had him close, a knife against his throat. All around was the source of the blood, painting the cream walls red... It's difficult to not feel sick thinking about it. There were three people sat on the couch, two big and one shorter. All of them had had their faces removed, presumably with a knife and chests cracked open like someone had been practising autopsies, but their cavities were filled with plastic bags... I'm so so sorry Lucas... I tried to protect you from this...
Wolfie told me to go into the garden, he followed with Lucas, in shock, at knife point still. I couldn't do anything at this point. I stood there as he said "Swap." He wanted me to trade places with Lucas and I was going to! But I felt something, I turned around and He was there, right in front of me.
So I ran. I couldn't save Lucas and I ran... He started screaming and I just kind of pushed it out of my mind, I didn't want to know who I was leaving in His hands... I don't know if he's alive or if he's dead or if he's been hallowed or tortured.
I may as well have taken the knife to him myself...
I should have done the swap...
If I hear anything about Lucas, I'll post on here. But right now this is me signing off.
-Joel
Thursday, 26 May 2011
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Shitshitshitshitshitshit
They took Lucas... I saw him. He was THERE. UI TRIED. I swear i tried! It was a trap!
im so sorrty I am i swear i ama FUCKIBG COWARD. I RAN. I should have SAVED HIM! I should ahve...
Lucas. please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come back please come fucking back RUN FROM THEM!
FUCK!
i need to get him back from that fucking wolf i need to the FUCKER. THAT FUCKING FUCKER IS GONNNA GODDAMN BURN
his family
FUCK OFF SLENDERMAN I AINTAF RAID OF YOU
o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god o god he's gonna die aint he? the wolfs gonna kill him. pleasedon't please...
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