Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Not sure if this thing is working or not. If it is, then you all are reading this after I'm gone. Well, not sure if gone is the correct term. Dead, disappeared, whatever. All that matters is that I'm gone.

I'm being hunted. No matter where I go, no matter what I try to do to defend myself, they're coming for me. Ever since I made that last post, that painted hobo has continually appeared outside. And the whispering doesn't stop. It's there every night, and each day my resistance weakens.

I fear for my family, so by the time this is up I'll be gone. Maybe dead, if they get me, but I don't need that bugger going after them.

I do have some relatively good news, though. The taped whispers that I mentioned previously work. I sent it to someone who had seen Farstrider around them, and wait what the hell did I just say? No, slender man. Not Farstrider. What the hell?

I'm starting to lose my damn mind.

Oh, look at that. The tall son of a bitch is standing right outside my window. I'm on the second floor. The stories are true, then. Wow. I've never gotten a good look at It because It's always been either far away or in my dreams. Up close and personal, though, is a different thing.

Piss off, you bastard.

Not sure if it's picking this up, but I'm starting to hear voices. Not sure if It's causing it, or if I'm just going crazy. They seem familiar.

That's right, I can see you! Piss off!

Funny thing is, I thought this bastard wasn't coming after me because the other thing was after me. I guess I was wrong. Isn't that right, asshole?

Looking back on it now, maybe the Rake was just softening me up for this moment. Maybe all this time, it had other plans in store for me. Plans for every single outcome. If I resisted, Farstrider would get me. If I didn't, the Rake would get me.

I've played it close to the edge, but now I've strayed too far. They're coming for me.

Wow, I'm depressing myself. Better to go out with a bang instead of sitting here waiting to die.

I recognize the voices now. Each and every one of them is someone I've hurt. All of those people I helped Farstrider get. All of them are blaming me.

Or maybe It's get messing with my head.

No, no, no, no.

I need to get those whispers online. I need to. I need to help you all. How do I do that without It disappearing out of my sight?

I'm dead, or worse. I need to go. I need to get out of here. If I turn my head, though, It'll be gone. I just have to get to the door.

Okay. Turned my gaze. I can't see It now.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Why is this hallway so fucking dark?

I need to stay quiet. Parents will wake up if they hear me. I think I'm packed enough to get out of here. Maybe I am. Maybe.

Living room is also really dark. Anything could be hiding in those shadows. Oh, this is not good, this is not good, this is not good.

Okay. Almost out of here, and I haven't seen any of them yet.

In the car. Made sure to check the tires and the backseat, plus the sides of the car. Didn't want to get jumped again.

Okay. I think I'm in the clear.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Right as I turn on the fucking headlights? Are you kidding me? That's like a cheap horror movie scare. Fucking painted hobo.

Is this thing still recording? I don't even know anymore. I don't think it's a good idea to keep this running while I'm driving, but talking to myself is helping me concentrate right now. Odd.

Anything could be hiding in the treeline. Keep steady, Art, keep steady.

There It is again. Hi, asshole, are you stalking me now?

It's like It keeps teleporting in front of me. What a fucking cheater.

Don't try and run into it, don't try and run into it. Doesn't work.

Holy shit!

Okay, the radio just blasted on at full volume. Scared the shit out of me. It's acting weird now, not sure what's going on.

How the hell am I almost out of gas? That's bullshit! Absolute bullshit! I made sure to fill it up!

No no no no no.


There's no way out of this, is there?

All I can do is wait here and die. Not much of a way to go out.

I can see It now. It's just standing there at the treeline. I almost didn't see it at first, but it's like one of those where's Waldo things. You skim over it, and then you look back and see what you were looking for.

I need to make a run for it, guys. I need to. It's really my only way out. Sooner or later, It's going to get me in here.

I can't keep this recording any longer. I'm sorry everyone for everything I did.

Here goes nothing.

1 comment:

  1. God damn it Art. I don't know what to say. Just please, update soon. Let us know you're okay. Keep running and stay safe.