Saturday, August 13, 2011

Hey, readers, here’s a tip: If you are dumb enough to go into the creepy woods to find some abandoned house – AT NIGHT – you deserve to get eaten by some sort of monster, or butchered by a serial killer.

At least, that’s what I thought when I watched all of those horror movies with the protagonists making really dumb mistakes.

Right now, that’s how I feel – really fucking dumb. I DID go to an abandoned house in the middle of the creepy woods at night. Why? Because I’m an idiot. Call it genre-blind or whatever; I should have known better.

Let me start at the beginning.

A week ago, I told you all that Sarah’s dad had been attacked in the hospital. Well, when I got there, they had put him in surgery but weren’t expecting to save him in time. So, yeah, he’s dead. Something almost tore him apart, and the doctors are baffled at who could have done it. No one was seen going into his room, nobody suspicious was noticed at all, and his room was on the seventh floor of the hospital, so no one could have gone through the window.

To my knowledge, the police are investigating all of the staff on that floor. You know, to make sure none of them could have done it. But I know they won’t find a lead, because no one there did it. Something did it, yeah, and no wonder it didn’t appear on any of the cameras.

Well, that’s what started all of this. After that night, I began having these really vivid nightmares – but the thing is, they weren’t scary during the dream at all. It’s only after I woke up that I was scared. For instance, in one of my dreams I was celebrating my birthday (I guess I was a small kid or something) and I was opening this red and blue colored present. I ripped open the wrapping paper and found this bloody bone inside, and I picked it up with my teeth and ran around the house like I was a dog. That’s when I woke up, and was scared. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Does anyone know?

And then on Wednesday, I started dreaming about this house in the middle of the woods. I was standing in front of it, and the sky was time-lapsing, as if someone was recording it and sped up the footage. When I began walking towards the house, all of the lights inside it turned on, and the light seemed to pull me towards it. When I walked inside, I was in this really clean room (which was the exact opposite of the outside of the house), and something seemed off about it. It was almost as if it was tilted at an angle, yet gravity still pulled me towards the floor instead of shifting me sideways.

In this room, I found the same present from my earlier dream, but the difference was that there was nothing inside it. So, you know what I did? I tore out a bone in my body, and put it inside. WHAT THE FUCK?

And then, it all came to an end yesterday. I got a call from Charlie around nine in the evening. He sounded really upset at the time, and asked me if I could come pick him up because his car had been acting weird or something. I didn’t think anything of it, so I drove off to meet him, following some directions he had given me.

Well, something happened to my car, too. It was like the entire thing decided to shut off by itself. Everything went dead; the engine, the lights… I was scared. I didn’t know what the Hell was happening. And when I finally got it to start running again, the lights came back on and I found myself to be in front of the same house I had been dreaming about.

At first, I thought I was dreaming, or maybe I was unconscious because I had been in a wreck. So, I get the flashlight that’s in my glove compartment and I start walking towards the house. Why not investigate, yeah?

And then, I have this weird… feeling. It was almost like knowing you’re being watched, except I thought that I felt someone’s presence there. It seemed familiar to me, and so… I started calling out Charlie’s name. I don’t know why; don’t fucking ask. Maybe I thought he was there. I don’t know.

So, I go into the house and… Well, it’s just a house. Nothing new about it; no clean room, no present, nothing. I stayed for a few more minutes, maybe thinking something would appear, but after I realized that I was wasting my time there, I went outside. I was beginning to get creeped out, you have to understand.

And lo and behold, as soon as I walk outside, some guy is standing there staring at me. I guess I took him for a hobo, since most of his clothes had a dirty and worn look to them, but his face is what stood out. It was like he had taken all sorts of face paint and put it all over his face until it looked like some cheap clown face.

Since I thought I was still dreaming, I thought maybe this guy was Charlie dressed up. I called out his name, and then I noticed the hobo wasn’t looking at me, but over my head. And then he takes off running, like something is chasing him! I tried running after him, but the guy was really fast. I gave up after a few minutes.

And then… I was heading back towards the house when I saw that thing. It must have been what the hobo was staring at, since it was right in front of the house. It just stood there, staring at me, like I was some fascinating bug that it wanted to collect. Wait, why the Hell did I say staring? The thing didn’t even have any fucking eyes.

That was the point when I knew for sure that I wasn’t dreaming, because when you get the shit scared out of you in a dream, you wake up, it doesn’t keep scaring you. And let me tell you, that was the most scared I’ve been in my life. I’ve been paranoid for a while now, and then when I finally see that thing confirm it’s existence for me…

I tried to get away. I got in the car and was trying to get it to start, but the damn thing decided it was going to piss me off. Nothing was working; the lights cut out, so I couldn’t see. And then that thing was gone, like the lights cutting out was it’s way of saying “Peace out, bro.”

Except it wasn’t gone.

It was right outside the driver’s window, looking at me.

I don’t remember anything after that. It was exactly as I’ve read about on these other ‘Slender blogs’, like you feel as if you’ve lost a few hours or something. I don’t know what happened. I just don’t know.

When I started remembering again, I was in front of my house. It was about six in the morning, give or take a few minutes. I tried getting in touch with Charlie, but he hasn’t been answering his phone. I don’t know what happened to him.

To all of the people I made fun of for believing in this… Slender Man… I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I fucked up big time, and now I’m paying the price, aren’t I?

I hope there’s a next time.

-      -    Arthur Pierce


  1. Are you aware that someone else made a post before this one? I was expecting you to talk about it, but you never did.

  2. I'm not seeing anything. Are you sure there's another post up?