First off, sorry about the ‘I’ll update soon!’ and then it takes me three or four days to get it up. I’ve been losing track of time and such because my sleeping schedule is so fucked up at the moment. Well, that and something else, but more on that later.
Anyway. So, what’s new in my life, you might be wondering?
Well, since I’ve been watching some late night television, I’ve come up with a top ten list of what’s most important. So, without further ado, I unveil Arthur Pierce’s Top Ten Important Facts About the Past Few Months.
10.) Chex Mix kicks ass. No, seriously. It has everything I like about food: salt, crunchy stuff, and (sometimes) chocolate. The only thing that’s better than Chex Mix is pizza, but I can’t have that all the time. Plus, you can’t carry pizza in little bags while stumbling around the forest for hours on end. Well, you could, but then it gets really disgusting.
9.) Movies are getting better. Well, some of them, anyways. I could do without the damn remakes, though; they’re in every genre now. Next thing you know, they’ll be remaking The Godfather or something.
Which reminds me, they’re remaking John Carpenter’s The Thing. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, HOLLYWOOD. WHAT THE FUCK.
8.) Steve Jobs is dead. Or is he? I personally believe that his consciousness is being placed into a computer as we speak. (If this actually happens, you heard it from me first)
Right, onto the more serious stuff…
7.) Humans’ ignorance levels have increased over time. I’ll go more into detail on this later, but for now, keep that in mind.
6.) History tends to repeat itself! Especially in my world…
5.) Remember when your mommy and daddy told you not to talk to strangers? Remember when they said don’t take candy from them, too? Well, they should have said to not even fucking stare at the stranger, or else he’d stalk and brutally kill you.
4.) What would the world do without music? I know I’d be driven mad by the whispers at night. Remember when I told you all about them? The fucking voices in my room in the middle of the night? Well, I managed to stop listening to it. Just put on some music, turn it up enough to where I can barely hear anything, and BAM, I’m in business. Of course, my ears are hurting, so that sucks.
3.) I am a horrible friend. So, it turns out that I probably could have avoided ALL of this if I hadn’t of made this blog in the first place! All of the people in my hometown would still be there, safe and sound. Not so nowadays! It’s just a fucking ghost town here, and it’s all my fault!
Okay, so I’m exaggerating. It may not be the whole town, but a good portion is gone. Or dead. Probably both, too. People started believing, and when they believe… woosh… they’re gone. I sometimes wonder if it’s because they just have really weak wills, or if they are scared shitless because they’re faced with some eldritch abomination. Maybe the people who create the other blogs/vlogs have stronger wills because they’re more open to the idea that something exists out there, so when they finally see that thing a small part of their mind goes “Oh, I knew it!”
I don’t know. Maybe. Hell if I know.
It doesn’t really matter in the end, though, does it? Friends and family gone? Check. Forced to keep moving because of an eerie feeling that if you don’t something is going to get you? Check. Stalked by not one, but two paranormal things? Check!
Which leads directly to my next point.
2.) So, ever since that night, I haven’t seen a trace of the ‘Slender Man’. Oh, sure, I’ve seen what he can do – my town is evidence of that – but never actually seen him. I wonder if this is because he’s a picky eater, or if I’m being used as the snare that’s bringing in all of the other things he’s taken. Wow, I wonder if that is actually true; could he be that intelligent to use someone like me to spread the word? Oh, that just pisses me off even more. I played right into his damn hands.
Thankfully, the government of the U.S. of A. must have anticipated this. Nothing about the mass disappearances has appeared on the news, so it seems like they’re keeping this all a bit hush-hush. Or, that’s what I’m gathering from this, anyway.
Oh, right. The second piece of shit that’s been stalking me has been something else! If I haven’t already clued you in on the other strange happenings that have been going on around me, here’s a hint: Those fitness guys on YouTube aren’t the only people being attacked by it.
1.) Love is real. Not the “Oooh, I’m in (teenage) love! We’re going to grow up and get married and then have babies and yeah!” kind of shit you see in high school. It’s something I can’t really describe. It just felt, for an instant there… Kind of like… Ugh, I can’t even begin to describe it.
Sarah, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
- Art
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
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
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
Friday, September 16, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
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
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
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Son of a bitch.
For anyone paying attention to that son of a bitch that's stalking me, he's uploaded another video on his YouTube account. Really, I don't understand the point of cryptic videos with creepy music playing in the background. If you're trying to kill me, come do it. Don't fucking wait.
More than likely, he's trying to freak me out; except, that's pretty hard to do when I'm already paranoid over a faceless abomination!
He sent me the link to the video he just put up, with the message "There's more." I'm not sure what he's talking about - if there's another video on the way, or there's more in the video. (Click here to see the video)
The weird part is, I think this video is talking to the anonymous comment I got yesterday talking about how I ran away from some monster when I was a kid. In retrospect, it was a bit of a silly thing to say - I mean, really? You're going to say Slender Man was after me when I was little, but moving away from my childhood home in New York stopped him from watching me sleep? That's a bunch of bullshit, because if moving away from some place helped a person get away from him, I'm sure these Runners I keep reading about wouldn't have to be running at all.
I can't say at this point whether I like it that 'amiwhereallcry' is scaring off the trolls. I hate them both, you see.
Also, I'm not sure what the fuck the description means. It might be a song or something, but I haven't found anything that is even remotely interesting.
Anyways, I'll put up an update soon. I've been... busy. And before you ask, no, I haven't seen him.
Until next time.
- Art
More than likely, he's trying to freak me out; except, that's pretty hard to do when I'm already paranoid over a faceless abomination!
He sent me the link to the video he just put up, with the message "There's more." I'm not sure what he's talking about - if there's another video on the way, or there's more in the video. (Click here to see the video)
The weird part is, I think this video is talking to the anonymous comment I got yesterday talking about how I ran away from some monster when I was a kid. In retrospect, it was a bit of a silly thing to say - I mean, really? You're going to say Slender Man was after me when I was little, but moving away from my childhood home in New York stopped him from watching me sleep? That's a bunch of bullshit, because if moving away from some place helped a person get away from him, I'm sure these Runners I keep reading about wouldn't have to be running at all.
I can't say at this point whether I like it that 'amiwhereallcry' is scaring off the trolls. I hate them both, you see.
Also, I'm not sure what the fuck the description means. It might be a song or something, but I haven't found anything that is even remotely interesting.
Anyways, I'll put up an update soon. I've been... busy. And before you ask, no, I haven't seen him.
Until next time.
- Art
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Maybe I am crazy. I mean, I saw something that shouldn't exist, and then my best friend just disappears, and no one remembers him. It feels like I made him up, or something... And ever since that night, I haven't seen that thing, not even a glance.
I don't even know how it would feel if I was crazy. Or if I am.
I'm rambling, aren't I? And talking to myself... on a blog... It seems like I've been talking to myself for a while. No one feels like talking to me about this, no one is helping me. I'm all alone. If I had some confirmation that this was really happening, or if someone was going through the same thing, maybe then I wouldn't question my sanity. Maybe.
...
Fuck it. Fuck you people who help each other except us 'newbies' - even if it's just one comment or something. Yeah, I understand you're probably going through a hard time. Whatever.
Nevermind. I'm just talking to myself again, because no one's there.
Oi, for anyone reading this and having the same sort of problem, take my advice. Don't wait for help; help yourself. That's what I'm doing.
I've read enough of these blogs to know what happens next. Some masked freak decides to be an asshole, come into my life, and fuck it all up - I think that hobo fits the bill pretty nicely, eh? Or, Suit comes along and decides that he's going to be my shadow. Well, I'm not going to wait for something to happen. I'm getting out of town before something happens to me, or one of my friends. And if I am crazy, well, it's not like it can get any worse, can it?
The only thing I'm worried about is, ironically, how all of my years at school were for nothing. Dumb, right? Lots of people hate school. Hah...
No, that's not the only thing; the other thing is Sarah. She probably hates me because I haven't talked to her since her dad was killed. But I need some... closure, or something. I need to tell her that everything is going to be alright. Even when it's not.
Huh... I have an idea. It's kind of crazy, but hey, if I am insane, it's right up my alley. I need to try something before I get out of here. And no, I'm not putting it up so that hobo can stop me. I'll save it for my next post.
Until next time.
- Art
I don't even know how it would feel if I was crazy. Or if I am.
I'm rambling, aren't I? And talking to myself... on a blog... It seems like I've been talking to myself for a while. No one feels like talking to me about this, no one is helping me. I'm all alone. If I had some confirmation that this was really happening, or if someone was going through the same thing, maybe then I wouldn't question my sanity. Maybe.
...
Fuck it. Fuck you people who help each other except us 'newbies' - even if it's just one comment or something. Yeah, I understand you're probably going through a hard time. Whatever.
Nevermind. I'm just talking to myself again, because no one's there.
Oi, for anyone reading this and having the same sort of problem, take my advice. Don't wait for help; help yourself. That's what I'm doing.
I've read enough of these blogs to know what happens next. Some masked freak decides to be an asshole, come into my life, and fuck it all up - I think that hobo fits the bill pretty nicely, eh? Or, Suit comes along and decides that he's going to be my shadow. Well, I'm not going to wait for something to happen. I'm getting out of town before something happens to me, or one of my friends. And if I am crazy, well, it's not like it can get any worse, can it?
The only thing I'm worried about is, ironically, how all of my years at school were for nothing. Dumb, right? Lots of people hate school. Hah...
No, that's not the only thing; the other thing is Sarah. She probably hates me because I haven't talked to her since her dad was killed. But I need some... closure, or something. I need to tell her that everything is going to be alright. Even when it's not.
Huh... I have an idea. It's kind of crazy, but hey, if I am insane, it's right up my alley. I need to try something before I get out of here. And no, I'm not putting it up so that hobo can stop me. I'll save it for my next post.
Until next time.
- Art
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