Saturday, May 7, 2011

new beginnings and the end

I am... Under new management, you might say.

There is another.

His name is Revil.

I can say no more now.

Saturday, March 19, 2011


I only have a few minutes now to sit down and focus on what I'm doing, so I'll be quick about this. I'm going to give you at least a little background on what's happening.

This is a copy-paste of an email I sent to my older brother telling him about the incident. It's a lot easier to do it this way than to retype everything.

I got off work early today, so I went down to the house site to check how the building was coming along. It was about 12 o'clock when I got down there. The workers were off for their lunchbreak, and only one or two were still there. I walked around a bit, and accidentally left my jacket in the garage. When I was about to leave, I realized I had left my jacket and went back in to get it. i came out, and standing about 25 feet away from me, between two trees, was a figure.

I swear to you, that thing looked about 6 and a half feet tall. What freaked me out about it was its head. I kid you not, it looked like it had a pillowcase or something on its face. Something white and flowy. I couldn't really tell what the rest of it looked like. There was no light shining off of it, or anything (Remember this is about noon. In Mississippi.). It was just standing there, staring straight at me. I walked over a few steps, trying to make sure it wasn't a paper bag or anything, but it didn't move. AT ALL.

Really freaked out then, I went back over to the main house site, where the two workers were sitting, eating. I asked them if anyone else was there, and they said it was just the two of them. The others had gone out to eat. I told them about the thing, and they said they hadn't seen it. When they saw how scared I sounded, one of them (I think his name's David?) walked over to the garage with me.

There was nothing there.

Really about to pee myself, he walked me to my car and told me not to worry about it, that I was probably just seeing things. I'm not so sure. I'm pretty scared right now, Ry.

So. That was the first time I'd seen it. I didn't know what-er...who it was until he sent me a link to the MarbleHornets tvTropes page. I began to read up on it. I think I've read every Slender Blog out there, trying to learn more about it. For a while, it was a sick fascination with the unknown. Ryder (my brother) told me to calm down a little and stay away from it. This happened about a month ago.

A few weeks ago, things started happening. I started sleepwalking, getting sick around the woods, and forgetting simple things, like my cell phone number, passwords, and what I was doing. Then, it got worse. Nightmares, forgetting chunks of my day, waking up outside my house.... 

Since then, I've only seen it once, but I've heard it. Every night. Sometimes in the day. There's tapping on the window of whichever room I'm sleeping in, and sometimes on the door. I see shadows crossing the windows at night. As for the symptoms, so far, those are the only ones, but my throat has been sore for the last few days.

When I last saw it (March 3, I think it was), it was only around 9 o'clock. I was in my uncle's den with a pair of headphones on, listening to white noise (the only thing that helps me concentrate) and drawing in my Notebook. I got a weird feeling, like something was watching me, then I looked up to the row of windows on the other side of the den, and it was there. Just standing there. I couldn't see the very top of its head, but it was there. Oh God. It kind of scares me to talk about it. It stood there for a few minutes, and I sat still on the couch, praying it didn't see me, but I knew it did. It raised a hand, then tapped the glass, and I ran. I couldn't help it. I ran to the guest room I was sleeping in, and it was there, at the window, this time with its tentacles or tendrils or whatever the hell they are out. I stuffed a few essentials into the pack, and I was gone. I took my car, and didn't even say goodbye to my uncle. I drove for... I don't know how long. I think I was a state over by the time I stopped at a motel for the night. Since then, I've been hopping around from relative's house to motel to anywhere else with multiple floors.

Have any of you had any kind of experiences? Have the rules worked for you?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Beginnings. Not really.

Uh... Well. Hi. 

I'm new to this blogging deal, but I guess now's as good a time as any to start one. 

You see.... There's this thing...

What an asinine way to start. 

I don't have any business doing this. It's ridiculous. Why should I heap my stupid problems on you, who have so many? 

What the hell are you doing on here anyway? Seeking guidance? Someone to listen? Someone to help? You've come to the right place, you know. We're in it together, apparently, so we have to pull through together. I'll listen to you, you listen to me. Sounds fair, right?

So... How do I start?

- Once upon a time, there was a stupid teenager who thought she could avoid a curse. She was wrong. 
- Somewhere in the southern United States lives a girl. She's got some problems.
- I really have no idea what I'm doing.
- The noises are getting louder.
- help

You know, none of those really seems to be doing anything for me. How about you? 

Sorry. I'm not really focusing right now. I can't seem to concentrate on anything. I keep glancing over my shoulder, but I know there's nothing there. There can't be ANYTHING there. I'm just overreacting. Been watching too many horror movies lately, right, Lola? Been drinking too many caffeinated drinks lately, right, Lola? Lame excuse for humour, right, Lola? Yeah. 

Huh. Well. I'll just wing it, right?

I'm Lola, last name unimportant right now. I'll tell it if it's necessary. I'm in my upper teens, age also unimportant. I guess you could just push this whole thing off on stupid teenage hormones, but that's just not cutting it. I can't handle this. 

I'm not a very resilient person. I'm not the best at keeping myself together. My coping mechanisms are basically composed of me curled up under the covers repeating to myself "I'm okay, there's nothing there, there's nothing there, there's nothing there." That used to work fine, until I realized:  There's always something there. I'm practically bawling my eyes out right now trying to type this, because there's no where else for me to turn. I've bounced around from relative to relative, staying nowhere more than 3 days, tops; been getting up high, been trying to stay away from forests (but that's kind of hard, considering I'm SURROUNDED BY THEM), been staying near water; I have the operator symbol drawn on my back, hands, feet and neck in Sharpie, not to mention it's on my jeans and jacket. I'm following the rules. BUT. I'm alone, the people I love think I'm crazy, I'm probably going out of my mind, I can't relax, and, oh yeah, one more thing. I'm being stalked to my death by something out of a Lovecraft book that wants to rip out my organs and drape them over tree branches. Did I mention that?

Oh. Well. Yeah. Slender Man. It. The Suit. The Tall One. Slendy. You know. MarbleHornets, EverymanHYBRID, White Elephants. That shit. 

I'm just a stupid kid who got in WAY over her head. 

I need help.