I found out about Slender Man through one for my friends, who showed me the Marble Hornets videos. They scared the shit out of me, but it was the kind of thing I loved. The only way that scary movies could scare me is if they made me think. And oh god did MH make me think. I was so paranoid that Slender Man was after me, it wasn't even funny.
Then, one day, I was at my local park. I was pretty sure that He had been following me for a while now, although I didn't know if it was just my imagination or if it was real. By now I had started the old blog, now deleted. I decided to go into the marsh area - a place I had been countless times before during my childhood - to get to the other park on the other side of it where there was a much better park. Someone had put down wooden crates into the water so people could walk across easily, but they had a lot of gaps in them so water still got through naturally. I had gotten about halfway through before I looked up to see Slendy jut chilling there with the cattails. I passed out.
When I woke up, I was sitting on a swing by the edge of the marsh, a dull ache in my lower back. I had lost about three hours. I still have no memory of what happened between when I passed out and woke up... I made my way home and went to the bathroom to check out my back, thinking that it was bruised. Well, most of my back was bruised from falling I assume, but on the curve of my lower back laid a scabby operator symbol. At the time I suspected the black/dark spots under the scab to be mud or mulch, but now I would hazard a guess that it was some of the black gunky stuff that most people call Azoth. I hadn't wanted to re-open it and cause blood to get onto the bathroom floor or anything, so I just cleaned it out the best I could with some Hydrogen Peroxide and slapped a bandage on it. I wasn't really much of a medic back then.
About a day later, I went back to the park to try and find the proxy that carved me up, or maybe Slender Man himself. Don't ask me why - I was angry and apparently had a death wish. I went back into the marsh and the only indication I could find of what happened to me there was some bloodstains on one of the crates. Other than that, there was nothing. Figuring that there was nothing left for me to look at here, I made my way back to my house.
The whole way there I kept seeing this giant plume of smoke in the sky near my house. I sprinted the rest of the way to my house to see that It was burnt, and nothing but a charred skeleton remained. I lost it when I saw the body bags. I fell to my knees, starring at nothing. One of the police officers asked me if I had anyone I could stay with and I mumbled the first address I could think of, my boyfriend Vic's.
The officer drove me there, I think he even let me ride shotgun. I didn't say a word to him, just starred out of the windshield blankly.
Vic was confused when a police car pulled into his driveway with his girlfriend riding shotgun. Numbly, I stepped out of the car and clung to him. I rested my head against his bony chest while the officer explained what happened. Vic rubbed my back, thanked the officer, and steered me inside of his house. He lived pretty much alone, with just his grandmother. His parents and two younger siblings lived in Arizona because of his father's job. He hated his parents, so he convinced them to let him stay here.
I didn't say anything for the next few days. Vic would try to get me to talk occasionally, but mostly we just sat in his basement while he screamed at whatever video game he was playing and I'd watch. He'd make us some kind of edible food when we got hungry and then we'd go up to his room and sleep. We always woke up in a tangle of limbs and slightly uncomfortable because his bed sucked ass, but it was warm and nice and comfortable. School started up and we dealt with the ridicule that comes from friends finding out that we were living together. I still hardly spoke, so I carried around a pen and notepad.
By then I had been talking to Lucia more via email and blogs. We decided that, as runners, we'd have a better chance of figuring out what the fuck was going on by meeting up. So she drive down in her truck, got us, I slept on the way back up the PA, and Vic and I lived in a hotel for a while.
(And about here is where I'm going to go into serious tl;dr mode)
Throughout my course of living in hotels and eventually Antithesis I found: Kakó (my cat), Sky (my Ex), Ryan, Sammi and Diesel (two proxies I patched up at Antithesis), Naomi and Andrew (proxies that I lived with when I left Antithesis), and a whole slew of proxies - both friendly and not - and runners - both friendly and not.
This is the official list of those who died (it may be longer but it's been awhile):
- Vic
- Sky
- Naomi
- Andrew
- Ryan
- Probably Kakó
From there, you know what's happened.
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