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.

Thursday?

Really now?

Well, whatever.

Remember when I said I would write down everything that happened on the trip? Well, I did that, but I forget I even did so.

I only just remembered because I found one of the pages. It was on the front lawn when I last looked out the window. It hadn't been there before, so I have no idea how it got there...

Anyways, it says "[I wrote the date for each new day I believe, but as this one has no date, I assume this is the continuation of another page] Shiloh's a pretty upbeat teen for having gone through... Whatever the hell it is he went through. It's good though, his good cheer is keeping Shannon's spirits up. It's a bit awkward to have him walk on over to the hotel we're at, but his parents probably wouldn't be too excited about him hanging out with us.

Says he's taking us to Millennium Park or something later. I'll look for tall dudes, but I doubt I'll find any."

Hahahahaha, aren't I great?

Well, if someone out there has the journal I wrote, that means they know more about what happened to us. Everything is a total blur to me, and it seems a blur to Shiloh as well. Getting the rest of these pages would be nice, wouldn't it?

I wonder, is Eyes Open behind this? It might be what he meant by trying to reach out me.

Anyway, Shiloh, dude. Are you okay? I have no idea what's up with you and obviously I am in no position to come help or anything. Stay safe, or at least try to.

Camped Out

First thing I need to say: time is fucked up around here.  Apparently it's been a day already but it sure hasn't felt like a day. The sun hasn't come back up, that's for sure.

This is so stupidly unbelievable, I can't believe I just typed that.

Anyway,

I was able to get out of the house with little resistance. My goal was not to meet up with Thomas but to simply explore the area. I didn't plan on returning to the house, so I wanted to find a place where I could lay low for a bit and keep an eye on things.

This is so far from NYC, how I didn't notice it before is fucking weird. This is the most generic suburban neighborhood I've ever seen. The houses look alarmingly similar, and it's pretty small. I think I drove down eight blocks before realizing I'd passed the same shit several times. It loops, and in a way that I can't tell it's doing so. The perimeter is probably about 3x3 blocks around at most, but I'm not sure, honestly.

Considering that every house appears vacant, I tried a few. A few gave me some bad vibes, so I didn't stick with them, but I eventually settled into this pleasant one. I'm down the street from "the" house. I can see the front of it from where this house is located. Her dad's car is sitting in the driveway.

I'm going to keep watching and see what happens. Hopefully Eyes Open or Tom or whatever he wishes to call himself doesn't decide to pay me a visit. He's probably not happy with me not leaving with him.

Also, it's pretty awesome that my laptop gets the internet without any sort of Wi-Fi. However, I'm learning it's very nitpicky with what sites I can access. I thought that figuring out what sites work might be a clue to something, but that seems dumb.

I'm starting to worry, even if I get Shannon out of that house, I'm not sure how we'd even go about getting out of the neighborhood.

Ah well, fuck it.

Also, Zeke, thanks for the advice. I know, the lack of snark is probably disconcerting, but that was before. I mean, look where the fuck I am now. I don't think I can afford being an asshole.

I need help

I need some help making this decision.

I could trust Eyes Open and leave tonight. Without Shannon. He says that we could eventually get Shannon out as well if I do this.

However, I do not trust Eyes Open. I am sure anyone could see why. But I guess, if he is indeed Thomas, then maybe he's the only shot I have.

But as we realize, Shannon is acting odd. She's still SHANNON, however, so I'm not about to sit here and honestly abandon her.

There's always the chance that I can't get Shannon out in time. If she does tell her "parents", what the fuck will happen? They don't seem to be on to me yet, but... Shannon, don't do this to me. I am your best fucking friend, the least you can do is trust ME. Just leave that room and please talk to me in person! Your parents are out here baking again, which is odd because I don't think I've ever seen either of them bake shit in my life. They have JOBS yet they haven't left the house at ALL. They've been lurking around me when I'm on the computer, trying to pretend they're not and it's just weird. They'll be on to me soon at this rate.


... Should I leave now, without Shannon, or should I forget about Thomas/Eyes Open and continue trying to convince Shannon to leave with me? I think I can reach her eventually.
... I really don't know.

Thomas?

I'm not really sure what's going on. We're with Shannon's folks, but we're not. Or something.I didn't notice it before but something seems really off around here. Shannon doesn't believe me but I'm starting to realize...

I have met Thomas. He was the the delivery guy. He seemed a bit special to me, but I wasn't sure why.

Guys, I think the tall fucker is behind this. No, he IS behind this. FUCK

I need to get out of this house. It's not Shannon's old home. I can tell it's not.

We made it

We're in NYC now, with Shannon's parents. Getting here was smooth and we've had a great time.

I hoped to make it before New Year's, but we just loss track of time in Chicago! Shannon has her classes next week, so...

Well, wait, I'm not sure.

Her parents said it was the 10th when we got here, which surprised us.

Oops, I'm not sure how we lost that much time, I guess the trip was just that amazing!

Shannon's told me she has little desire to go back any time soon, so I guess it doesn't really matter.

Yep,

Yo

We'll be seeing Shiloh tomorrow. Refer to Shannon's pleasant post for details.

I am pumped.

It's time

We're leaving today.

I hope everyone has a great day.

A Summary

Between Shannon coming and going, me jumping in to post, the posts where I completely freak out... I thought it would be best to summarize the shit that has been going on the past few months. Now, hopefully I haven't forgotten anything.

Back in July, my friend Paul started getting interested in the Slender Man. He quickly became pretty obsessed, read every blog, watched every video series, spent quite a bit of time looking up images and shit. Eventually he tried getting me into it. I found it a bit interesting, but overall the tall bastard just didn't interest me much. I didn't really care about Paul's new found obsession until he started, well, acting really odd.

He started showing up to work sporadically, he would leave me weird text messages, usually quoting a blog or two. It was seriously starting to get to me. I visited him a few times, where he acted pretty normal, and nothing was really out of the ordinary. Those visits calmed me down a bit, made me feel better about my friend's well being. By August though, he had stopped going into work completely. He also started to phone me and tell me how scared he was of the tall fucker.

One day, I phoned him, and all I got was him screaming into the phone. Instead of calling 911 immediately like I should have, I went to his apartment myself. What I saw will forever be burned into my mind. The sight of Paul, huddled on the ground, an bloody operator symbol carved into his chest. He looked at me and held up the knife in his right hand. He whispered, "I'll be okay."

I then called 911.

Now, I do not know what compelled me to do this, but during this fucked up visit, I stole Paul's laptop. I was curious, I guess. When Paul was spending his time in the hospital, I was looking through his laptop. There were so many Slender Man images, some created by Paul even. He had many odd notepad documents (They were gibberish like ysvdbasfdagsdf) and some odd music files. These appeared to have just static and breathing.

I eventually started looking at the slenderblogs myself, to see if I could see how Paul became so obsessed with them. It was through this that Shannon herself got interested in the blogs. She saw me reading them during a visit, and just had to check them out herself. She soon decided to make her own blog. This blog.

Shannon began experiencing strange dreams around the start of September. So did I at the start of October. This is significant because we have both had these same dreams for many nights since then. I dunno if they mean anything though.

September is also when I moved into Shannon's/Diane's apartment. I wasn't exactly welcomed by Diane.

Around this time, Paul had been moved into a rehabilitation clinic. He had gotten amnesia somehow. He didn't remember his family at all, and barely any of his friends. I was one of the few he could remember, so it was encouraged I visit him often.

Shannon's problems really started when her uncle died nearing October. It hit her hard, having a member of the family die. She started having additional nightmares, one involving this blog in particular. She hasn't said much about it, but she told me that it gave her the impression that if she ever used this blog again, bad things would happen.

Something like that.

So, I began to take over the blog for her. At first, I ranted a bit about how I was losing sleep (I still can't get much) and was annoyed over Shannon's new boyfriend, Brandon. Shannon had met Brandon on campus a few days into October, and the two hit it off real well apparently. In only a week, they started dating. Now I know NOW that Shannon had started receiving the strange phone calls from our harassers around this time. Her nightmares were getting to her, and she hastily jumped into a relationship.

I was a dumbass. Shannon was just scared and I thought she was abandoning me.

Paul disappeared from the clinic in October, it had freaked me out. I have a good feeling now this was because of the callers, and whatever memory erasing fuckery that follows them. It was soon after this that I started to receive the strange calls myself.

Halloween then arrived, and nothing good happened on that day. I am still debating whether or not I actually saw that bastard Mr. Suit. I suppose I'm still having trouble admitting that it could be true. Whatever. The real thing to take note of was the call I got from Paul. He told me to remember the notes he talked about on one of my visits if I wanted to know where he had went.

I talked with Shannon after this, and I realized she hadn't been doing too good herself. She broke up with Brandon, as he started acting very odd, and soon after that even he disappeared. Maybe that was the callers too, I don't fucking know.

My sister, Jemma, e-mailed me about someone stalking her. I don't think she's in danger, but she made a youtube channel to catch the guy on camera. Thankfully, there's nothing much so far.

When we learned that people were forgetting Brandon and Paul, we began to worry. I eventually admitted that something not-so-normal was going on, and decided to check out the notes Paul talked about. It wasn't easy getting them, but I eventually pulled them from his apartment.

The notes were either pictures of eyes, or scribbled messes. One thing that was constant about them was a symbol.

 

Even with half the notes disappearing overnight, I was able to pick up the symbol. I eventually noticed it in chalk in a back alley, and decided to hang around that area for the next few days.

I was soon confronted by a hooded guy, who managed to escape from me. His goal, the goal of this entire mess it seemed, was to distract me while another one of the callers tried to attack Shannon back at our apartment. According to her, after the guy broke in, there was an incident with the Slender Man. I still don't know if I think she was hallucinating or not. I was able to get home in time to scare off her attacker.

And that is that.

... Ugh, looking back, I never expected any of this to happen. Why did these callers have to enter into our lives? Ruin everything and harass us to death?

This break is so important. I bought a notebook, and I plan on writing in it during the entire trip. 

We'll be leaving sometime this week.

A Break

Shannon's been feeling under the weather since last week, which is completely understandable. She's edging into her school holidays now, so at least she can take a break.

I got fired from work as well. Not showing up without any sort of warning for an extended period of time does that to you. I fucking hated Wal-Mart anyway.

... Diane found out, ranted to me for a while, said I better be able to come up with money to help with rent. Shannon and her did fine without me before she just likes being a controlling bitch... Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I need a cup of coffee.

I asked our lovely neighbors who share our small building about last week, much like the police did, and they said they heard nothing. Which is ODD because they told the police they did hear some sort of odd droning noise that was completely foreign to them.

Either they forgot or they just didn't want to tell me personally.

SPEAKING OF THE POLICE, they had forgotten ALL about the callers when they were investigating this current mess. I honestly am fucking tired of dealing with these Alzheimer stricken officers. I think they're already losing this one.

I make it sound like a joke but honestly it's pretty goddamn scary. Think about it, these officers who are supposed to protect us and shit, and they are rendered useless by bullshit that no one can explain. I don't know if some of them are fucking with us or if all of their memories are being blasted by some sort of supernatural phenomenon.

What I need to do is somehow get some real information from one of the callers. But right now, I'm just so tired, I have no idea how to go about that. I just want a break.

. . .

That is why I proposed to Shannon we have a road trip. We've been planning on taking a plane up to NYC to see her parents anyways, why not fucking drive? Honestly, I think just having me and her do something like that would be a great way to take our minds off this for a bit. Diane can keep the place all neat and tidy while we're gone. We'll have to deal with this strange mess when we get back, but it'll be a nice break, I think.

Heck, we could even go see Shiloh before that and bond over crazy shit. That is if he's feeling up for it.

Diversions

Fuck.

Just... Fuck. I screwed some shit up, oh yes I fucking did. She said she isn't mad, but..

Okay, as you may know I was hanging out around that alley for a good while today. It was a slow fucking wait for what felt like... I don't know, a long fucking time. Finally after about an hour and a half, the time being 5:30, I noticed some dude staring at my friend and I from the north entrance of the alley. He had a hoodie on, so I wasn't quite sure what he looked like.

Now, see, it was around this time that Shannon phoned me. She had gotten home around five, noticed Diane had went out, and planned on patiently waiting for me to get home.

My phone had died by the time we saw the guy watching us. Shannon had heard strange banging coming from outside, got worried, and phoned me. Too bad my phone was out.

I started heading toward the guy, motioning for my friend to follow. (My excuse before had been that I HAD to meet someone there at an unspecified time. He was fine enough with that excuse.)

Of course, when we started following, the staring dude started leaving. We began to follow him down the sidewalk, when he suddenly broke into a run. I was fucking pissed now, I just KNEW this guy was one of the callers. I was certain of it. I wanted to catch him and pay him back for all the shit Shannon and I had been put through the last few months.

But when Shannon couldn't get a hold of me, she called Diane. Diane was out with a friend of hers and wasn't too interested in whatever Shannon had to say. You know, normally Diane WOULD have been all over that, probably would have headed straight home, but for some reason she just didn't care tonight. Whatever has been the cause of the memory loss I'm sure had a hand in that. I can't blame Diane.

So anyway, we looked fucking ridiculous, chasing this guy down the goddamn sidewalk. He wasn't very fast, or at least, wasn't trying too hard to get away. I'm sure now that he was simply there to distract us. The timing was too perfect.

Eventually, the banging at our place stopped, and Shannon calmed down a bit. Just a few minutes later though, there was a knock at the door. According to Shannon, she waited and waited for whoever it was to go away, but for a good five minutes the knocking continued. Shannon eventually broke and ran up to the door, screaming, "What is it, what do you want?!"

The door was supposed to be locked, yet the guy was able to open it up easy fucking peasy.

At about there, we lost track of the dude we were chasing. I had no idea how, we made a turn and he had seemingly vanished without a goddamn trace. I was just... RAGING while my friend attempted to calm me down. I feel bad now because, well, he had no clue what I was going on about.

Now I think they had messed up a bit, thankfully, as I quickly found a letter with my name on on top of the nearby mailbox. Basically it said, "We have her." At this time, I suppose the guy was just entering the apartment. They must not have planned on Shannon being so... tough. In the time it took me to run back to my friend's car and race home- it had to be at least ten minutes- she had successfully fended the guy off. Or at least I think so. Shannon isn't saying much, and when I got in the fucker was on top of her with a needle about to stab her in the neck.
 

He was quick. When he saw me, he leaped off Shannon and tackled me right back out the door. I slammed into the wall, and by the time I recovered, he was down the flight of stairs and out the front door. My friend was waiting outside, and said he barely even saw the guy as he ran past.

Needless to say, this was one fucked up night, and also one that has made it clear that these guys aren't to be fucked with. They lured me away, distracted me while they attempted to... kidnap Shannon, I guess.

After I got her to calm down, I contacted the police. I've spent a good amount of the afternoon going over this shit with them, and I am just so fucking tired, I'm so PISSED at myself for being so dumb. If only my phone hadn't died...

Thankfully, Diane is back now, and she's been apologizing to Shannon for a while now about not taking her seriously. Like I said, I can't blame Diane.

I'd really like to know why Diane and other people's memories are going out like this. I hope I don't start losing me memory... Well there was the time at the library, and Halloween, but nothing compared to what Diane has forgotten, at least.

I think this blog helps. If I am being affected, I think this blog is keeping the effects to a minimum.

 ... Or at least I fucking hope so.


EDIT: Its seems that Shannon made her own post describing what happened to her.

Oh yeah, I'm pretty shocked. Wasn't expecting that. The fucked up thing is that I don't know if Shannon simply hallucinated it. These callers seem to have the power to make us forget stuff, why not make us remember stuff differently?

A Symbol...

When I was pouring over the notes, I couldn't help but notice a recurring symbol thing...

 

I didn't think much of it, I couldn't figure out what it meant. I thought it was just some random mess of lines that Paul thought looked nice... Which they still probably are, but see...

I saw the symbol again. I was just taking a walk, and I saw it chalked into the ground.

It's essentially within a small concrete clearing surrounded by a couple of buildings. A few alleys go into it, but it's not much...

The two symbols were there, closest to this building. It's just a convenience store, and some sort of used goods place that connects to it, as far as I know.

Now this symbol might or might not mean anything, but it's unique enough that this probably isn't a coincidence. Really, chalk doesn't stick the fuck around for very long, they must have been drawn recently. Whoever drew them knew I sometimes take my walk in that alley... maybe?

But, what does it mean? Should I check out the stores, or just hang around the alley for a while? I have no fucking clue. These callers and Paul seem to be just fucking with me some more, and I'm getting tired of playing around.

Though, it seems I don't have much fucking choice.

The Notes

Alright, I've taken pictures of the notes that aren't covered in eyes. Those are simply too much to take in all at once. This is obviously Slendy stuff, and that bugs the shit out of me. Paul was really into Slenderman though, he kept up with every single blog and story. He talked about the tall bastard rather fondly, always saying he wished to write a novel about him.

I don't think Paul will get much chance to do that now.

Anyways, the notes are obviously influenced by his love of the original Slenderman stories, I'd say. Only one (X) thing though. A bit surprising, considering he had carved the fucking symbol into his own skin.

But anyways, the notes:

Here we have scribbled note #1. There's a moon... and some scribbles... Fucking stupid, if you ask me.

ANGUISH, I DO NOT WISH TO JOIN

More scribbly bits.

Scribbled note #2. Lots of X's. Why no circles, Paul?

YOU'RE BLANK.

And a few other BLANK's for good measure.

Scribbled note #3 reminds me of Legend of Zelda. You know, the triforce?

But I doubt that's what Paul was going for here.

 

I WILL ESCAPE

Then we have a happy face. I guess this was Paul's last note before the incident?

Last scribbled note. It's fucking weird.

LEAVE ME ALONE

I figure there is another sentence below it, but I can't make it out at all.

TORMENT

A picture of a young girl. Looks like it was drawn by a child to me. I figure it's important, being the only thing in marker, but I have no idea who it could be...

As far as I know, Paul had no young girls in his family.

I WILL MAKE YOU GO AWAY

Complete with (X) and a spiral. There are obviously words at the top but again, I can't make them out.

 Hard to see, but this one is WHY DO YOU WATCH ME.

You think Paul was having an actual conversation? I can only imagine what he was hearing behind those walls...

These are all interesting and shit, but they still don't lead me fucking ANYWHERE. I mean, I need to figure out if Paul left a message in these, because, well...

... I got a call this morning. From the callers.

The only thing he said before hanging up was, "Didn't you realize, yet? Paul is one of us."

I was mildly shocked. I mean, I had figured that he had something to do with them... But who ARE they, anyway? They've been harassing us for a while now, but why? How did Paul exactly join them?

Good questions, but they can't be answered at the moment, unfortunately.

Hey, you know how I said I would go into more details about the notes? 

Yeah, I didn't for a specific reason.

Half of the eye pictures went missing yesterday.

I would suppose this means someone had stolen them. You'd think with all the locks we have invested in lately, that something would look like it was broken into, but everything was perfectly fine. Aside from the missing notes, we would have had no idea anyone had been in here.

Of course, it's possible that Shannon or Diane disposed of them for some reason, but I am pretty sure Shannon would not have done so, and Diane thinks they were for a project Shannon was doing.

Maybe she didn't realize? I don't know. I'm just pretty pissed off.

At least all the notes with words are still there.

LEAVE ME ALONE

WHY DO YOU WATCH ME

TORMENT

ANGUISH, I DO NOT WISH TO JOIN

I WILL MAKE YOU GO AWAY

YOU'RE BLANK

I WILL ESCAPE

Those are the only visible words I can find.

Yeah, I have no idea.

I like the idea to take pictures of what is left. I'll do so later... Well I'll hold off and see if I can find those other notes first. Maybe I just put them somewhere accidentally?