My Time With Tom, Part 1

Back in February, I trusted Thomas. Sure, he said he was "Eyes Open", that weird user that posted some crap around other blogs, but he saved Shannon and I from the clutches of the Slender. In my head, I was just so desperate to have someone on my side, so desperate for someone who actually knew what the fuck they were doing.

Tom sure did know what he was doing. He started me off by telling me about the kinds of people who JOIN the Slender, as retarded as that sounds. It's pretty crazy varied, and considering how the Slender operates, really all-over the place. It's different in some places, but for Tom and his friends, he was familiar with a very fleeting operation. He rarely spoke with any other agents/followers/proxies/dingbats, and only met a few outside of his group. There was opportunity for Tom to meet some of the others, but he didn't trust them enough to take it. He told me stories of tracking certain people, staying within his group of three, while the many whispers of some being directing him and pushing him forward.

See, there are people who immediately snap under the Slender's influence. They lose all free will and lose everything that made them who they were. But others take longer. Thomas and his friends wanted to join the Slender, figuring if you can't beat him, why not join him? To Tom, that sounded swell, but he soon realized what happens to the followers who still contain free will. Now, not all will get this, apparently. Sabrina, one of Tom's friends, told me that she never felt what Tom and Joseph felt.

The feeling was sort of like a bug in the back of their mind, slowly inching its way further into their skull. It would eventually eat at your free will, taking it away.

It's like... Indoctrination. Anyone play Mass Effect? What-the-fuck-ever.

Tom didn't like his chances. It became apparent that no matter what kind of follower you were, you would die eventually. Lose your usefulness and be killed... or so Tom believed. Even if this indoctrination were to take you, you still had a limit on your usefulness. I'm not sure if Tom was exactly right, but it made sense to me.

Tom and his friends, Joe/Sabrina, decided they wanted out. They eventually did, went on the run again, and got very good at avoiding the Slender.

I know I've just said Thomas wasn't to be trusted, but all of this, or at least the gist of it, was Tom telling the truth. The Slender had been after him too. I definitely saw the tall guy a lot more when I was with these guys than I ever did before.

OH HEY, JULY IS ON ITS WAY!
HEY JULY, HOW'S IT GOING?
OH NOT BAD, HOW ABOUT YOU, DANNY?
Oh, just great, thanks for asking.

But seriously, I'm sorry other me/Sam, for not getting back to you. Shannon kind of saw me dicking around here and told me to "get the fuck off that or I'll kick your ass." So I left it alone. Time passed. A month passed. The answer to your question is that I'm mostly of irish descent. Pretty sure I have other european in me, but it's not like I've got relatives to ask.

My sister, Jemma, hasn't contacted me in months. Not that I had much time to try and contact her, but when I finally did get time, no answer. She also stopped her videos a whiiiile back. I've been tempted to visit her, she lives not even a few hours from here, but fuck if I know that's a good idea. She should be off school now, so I've been trying to talk Shannon into checking in. Maybe we'll get to it.

We've established ourselves in the area. No sign of bad news has got us feeling confident. Not TOO confident, but enough.

Fucking hell

It's been about a week now, and I figure now is a good time to say something. I've wanted to see if Tom would show up or say anything. He never did, thankfully.

We're at some shitty motel in southern Ontario. Yeah, Canada. I can't give out our specific location for several reasons. It's a long story, and one I can't go into right now.

The main thing is that we're both relatively safe. Shannon's a bit... out of it, but that's been going on for a while, anyway. What made it worse is that her parents are dead. It wasn't the Slender that did it, no, he's not out for killing our families. It was Tom's fault, and all his little followers. Like Brandon and Paul. A girl named Sabrina and that Joseph guy. They killed her parents, but we're pretty sure no one knows about it yet. The worst thing is that there's really nothing we can do about that. Fucking bastards.

Going back is really not an option at this point. We would find no one who still remembers us, I'm sure. Fucking hell, I just wish at least we had Diane on our side. Though, maybe it's for the best.

I know this probably seems a bit confusing. A lot did happen... and I should probably try filling in anyone who's still paying attention to us. I would right now, if there was more time. Shannon's out taking a walk, but I really don't feel good leaving her alone for too long. Really.

I'm sure you understand.

Should never have trusted Thomas.

Gettin' a bit swamped here

It's Wednesday! I'm feeling pretty good today, so let's have an update.
I've been busy. Shannon's woken up a few times. She never said anything, just ate and drank a bit before falling back into her coma. Thomas says this is a good thing. I hope that's true.

Thomas introduced me to a friend of his. His name's Joseph. He's a bit dopey looking. He's got these big blue eyes and it seems like he's always got them wide open, like he's afraid he'll miss something if he doesn't do so. I guess, as he's dealt with this shit before, that would make sense. I can only imagine what prolonged exposure could do to someone.

He's not here right now, but he and Tom have been trying to explain this shit to me.

I've been told that when it comes to repelling the Slender, not everything will work for everyone. It's rather unusual for the him to do the exact same thing to every person he chooses. Tom calls them Chosen, though, he either does not know or did not want to tell me how the Slender goes about choosing who he'll fuck up.

... Ya know, I've seen his comments, EyesOpen's comments, he says most of them had been written in hysteria. I can believe that, after having contact with the Slender myself.

... I think I like calling him the Slender. I'll probably stick with that.

The Slender is an entity that exists on a plane of existence separate from ours. Joseph tried explaining the concept of multiple planes, but I really couldn't care less. It sounds like a bunch of annoying spiritual shit that I think is rather irrelevant. However the Slender was born, whether you believe in the Tulpa Theory or some other damn nonsense, this is what these two believe he's now become.

As he exists on another plane, the Slender's connection with our realm is sporadic. Often, he will be accessing our realm at different times. If you saw him in the morning, then saw him in the afternoon, it's very likely that the Slender could have been off doing an infinite amount of things between those times. This is largely why he's reported to act so differently all the time and somehow be all over the place at the same time. Whether he's kidnapping children, stalking your ass, stealing away your husbands, or recruiting followers of some sort, it's the same Slender at different points of time in his existence.

Or at least, this is what Tom and his friend believes. Joseph didn't sound as sure, really. I guess it really doesn't matter why the Slender works like he does, I just want him to go away.

Hummmmmmmmm, how often has that happened? All this bullshit lately has made it very hard to keep up with other people like I did before.
... Whatever.

I tried asking Thomas how the Slender could have been responsible for all the memory issues Diane and the police were having. He believes that as humans are NOT supposed to leave our realm and are NOT equipped for such a thing, memory loss, sickness, and injury is common when the Slender interacts with people. Some take it better than others.

I could have guessed that myself, anyway. The thing is, it doesn't exactly explain the selective memory loss. I asked Thomas if the callers could have been responsible for it. That maybe they were Slender's followers and somehow had some of his power. He said that was "ridiculous", or some shit. I guess it doesn't matter, it's not like I'll be going back home anytime soon.

Wow, a lot of fucking things I'm filing under "doesn't matter".

Tom told me to stop thinking I can make the Slender go away. I can only HIDE now. That's fucking dandy, but I doubt hiding forever will work. There HAS TO BE A WAY TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIM. And no, no, no, I don't want to hear about what other people are doing. My wish is to not "kill" him, no, I just need to get off his radar. To get Shannon off it especially.

I'll listen to Tom's advice, I'll take in what he wants to teach, but I won't accept hiding forever. I just need time.

Saved

I went to the house... Shannon's "house". The lights turning off? That was a trap. He knew I was watching. Or something. I should never have went over there at that time, I might have been able to buy some time for Shannon.

I don't remember much after I walked through the front door. My head turned into a fucking mess. Thomas told me I was vomiting like mad when he got me out. Yeah, Thomas. He was the one who saved me. He's indeed Eyes Open, and it turns out he's not all that bad. Whoops. He says he understood why I was so suspicious and that he isn't mad, but... Whatever, fuck.

We're in some rundown house in the middle of nowhere. I honestly have no idea, Thomas says it's better I don't know the location. I don't know why, but as he saved me, I guess I owe him a few favors. I'm not sure how he got me out, apparently the last possible moment was the peak time for Eyes to jump in. He's dealt with the Slender before, apparently. I'm going to believe him.

Now, about Shannon, she's with me. Thomas was able to get her out too, but she's really far gone. She isn't waking up like I did. Thomas says that if I keep talking to her, I might be able to get through. I'm really hoping I can do this. 

I've lost everything. Everything I had on me is gone. I'm not even wearing my own goddamn clothes.

Just FUCK this. I want to fucking go home.

January has been a total blur. Think about that, a total MONTH where I was whothefuckknowswhere and I only remember it being a few days.

Thomas says he can help me put things back in order. He's all I got now.

Time

All the clocks I can find have stopped. Same with my watch.

Every time I turn away from my laptop for just a second, the internal clock seems to jump ahead in time. It's getting faster now, with bigger jumps. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing or not.

Maybe it means I'm running out of time, which I don't really understand, it doesn't feel like I've been here for very long at all.