It's my fault.

I thought that, if I put other people in the way of Him, then it'd be fine. Totally fine, even. I started warning people about Him, even going so far as to warn the families of the disappearing kids that their children had been kidnapped by an abomination from wherever the Hell He comes from. But I was wrong; I was so fucking wrong, and there's nothing I can do to bring any of them back. I thought that if a lot of people saw Him, then he couldn't take all of us. But I was so wrong...

It wasn't the Slender Man that had kidnapped the children in the first place. It was just a regular guy - not a proxy, either. He was just a sick and twisted fuck who liked to play around with kids a bit too much. They finally caught him a few days ago after they got a match from a partial fingerprint found at one of the families' houses a few months back.

So many people were interested in what I had to say. I think most didn't believe me, but some did. Some thought that He might be real, and that belief spread. And then, one by one, they've been picked off by that thing. And what's worse is that with every disappearance, two more start to believe in Him. I fear that soon my little town will have its population halved.

I'm still looking for Charlie, but I've come to believe that he might be dead. I read an account from a father who said that his daughter was literally erased from existence, and unless I'm crazy, I think Charlie had the same thing happen to him. I'm not really surprised that Charlie knew of Him, since Charlie was always interested in that kind of stuff... When I think back to the last couple of times I saw him, I feel a little guilty. I should have known something was wrong. Why did I not see it? He even had books about that thing!

Well, okay... a book. I was looking over some of my past posts and found that I had referenced it. That Walking Willow thing I mentioned a while back is apparently some sort of... documentation or something of the Slender Man. Makes sense when you look at the title, eh? I'm betting that's what brought upon His 'wrath'. I can't find the book Charlie bought, so I'll have to keep looking for any other information online about it.

As far as this proxy that has been following me... I'm not so sure it is a proxy any more. From what I've read, these assholes usually like to try and kill their targets; the hobo seems more interested in protecting me. For instance, he was there first at the abandoned house and I vaguely remember feeling a little bit safer knowing that I wasn't alone with that thing. And then, he pulled me out of my own house while it burnt down. And if he is my online stalker, well, he's made it clear from the beginning that I should stop while I can (which we all know isn't going to be possible now).

I'm trying to come up with a plan, but I'm too distracted. I am starting to think that nowhere is safe. It's only a matter of time until the real proxies come, isn't it? Heh...

Oh, one last thing. This may be due to my lack of sleep, but... these fucking whispers. I keep hearing them at night. I don't know if I'm dreaming or not, but the whispers sound pretty real. Are the whispers His way of talking or something? If it is, fuck off, Slendy. I'm trying to get some sleep.

Until next time.

- Art

YOU SON OF A BITCH I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU WHEN I FIND YOU

9-6-11

I don't think there's really any way to say hello without me sounding like I'm a calm person, because right now I'm pretty fucking pissed. Wondering why? Well, that ties in to the part where I wasn't able to post an update the other day. I was attacked at my house - well, 'attacked' meaning I was dragged out onto my front lawn and was hit in the chest multiple times. I didn't see the person responsible, but they did kind of... help me. I fell unconscious when I was attacked, and after a few minutes (I'm not sure how long, actually) I woke up and I saw my fucking house on fire. I'm a pretty heavy sleeper, so if I had stayed in that house when it started to burn down...

Luckily, my family was out of the house. See, my mom works the graveyard shift at this hospital place (sort of like where they send depressed people), so that's what she was doing at the time. And my dad was... Well, you know, I don't really know what he was doing at the time. The night seems like a blur to me, anyways...

Well, yeah. So my house is burned down. Yay... I actually tried to get back into the house to save some of my stuff, and although I was eventually driven out, I noticed something that piqued my interest. I think I saw the starting point of the fire, and I've been thinking about it for the past few days.

Remember when I interviewed the police detective? Well, one question I asked was how the police could tell if a fire was arson or not. In case you didn't know, when a fire is caused on purpose, the fire spreads out and curves up, like an hourglass shape. However, natural causes just go straight up, because the heat isn't sticking to the floor... Or something like that. It's been a while.

Well, what I saw in my house while it was burning all around me was the latter.

Am I suspicious? Definitely. Do I think it was one of those fucking proxy bastards? No.

I've read that Slender Man has the ability to conjure fires or something, so I'm going to take a guess that this is his way of saying "Shit's getting real, bitch."

If you're wondering how I'm using blogger if my laptop burned up, well, I'm currently hanging out with Sarah at the moment and she's letting me update this real fast. She's still upset over her dad being killed, and I think I'm going to tell her my theory of what's going on. How that'll work out for me, I don't know. We'll see, eh?

Until next time.

- Arthur Pierce