Bloody

So I had a hell of a day, sorry I don't want to type a long post out, I'm typing this all one handed as I think I had to bandage up my hands tonight, but my left hand hurts worse....

So lets cut to the chase then, last night.... well it went pretty well considering I was *not* sleeping next to, at best case scenario, the ally of my local proxy. I had just quietly slipped my gun into a gap between the bed and the nightstand, when I heard her whisper "You won't need it, I'll protect you" in a half tired voice before wrapping her arms around me and going back to sleep....

See it's that type of shit, that raises doubts... if I could trust her... That would have been fantastically romantic...


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Sorry I was just getting some pain medicine and I just finished gaussing up a small cut over my eye I didn't notice before.. till it got in my eye, that shit hurts.....
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So why am I in such a great mood? Because I kicked kicked slenderloving shit out of hoody in a fight...

I had just got home, and he was waiting for me, said he wanted to talk to me again, and I did this time what I should have done the last time....

I walked right up to him and clocked him in the face with a "Novelty paperweight" that just happens to look like some brass knuckles... I even let out a overly upbeat "Surprise BITCH!" when I clocked him with it.

Yeah he countered that one quick, using his slender-skills to punch me back about 6 feet, but I parried it so I wasn't laid out like the last time....

I lost grip on my brass knuckles so the fight was in favor at this point, but I remembered something that I had forgot the last time we fought...

I knew Akido...

For the uninitiated, Akido focus's on the philosophy of defensive fighting, making them waste there energy attacking, and turning there own force against him, he threw a  punch, I used the force of his punch to shoulder flip him and kick him in the back to throw his balance off.

Akido does not teach you how to counter teleportation, or kinetic attacks. but I held my own, left him bloodied pretty bad, till he tossed me hard enough that I landed near my car, a good ten feet... then I played my ace card.

I popped the trunk and broke out my Bokken, want to know something funny, Sure I believe in alien's, ghosts, and Slenderman, but I never bought into the mystical shit, not even when I had a native American charm affixed to my bokken, that helped...

Hoody didn't see it coming when I "blocked" one of Kinetic attacks with my bokken and countered with a diagonal swing down on his head that would make a master proud... I connected, there was blood splattering...

Hoody dissolved into smoke and was gone... but the blood on my bokken was still there... as well as the blood on the ground, and the bruises on my body.

So I finally got one for the win column, It's not decisive, or even long term, but I let him know, let all the proxies out there know one single thing...

I *will* not be fucked with any longer.

In about ten minutes, Maya will be here, I'm going to see if I can't go 2 for 2 against proxies tonight, even if this fight is going to be with words.

Maya and Hoody

So as I commented on my own post earlier, I took Maya out into the mountians for a day hike...we both needed it after what happened a few days ago, Maya, at least on the surface, was showing some serious signs of Trauma from the murders....

My only thought of it was "Is anyone going to remember them in a week?"

The police interviewed us, to see if we had heard anything at all, clearly we had not, I mean a family of three doesn't get.... Butchered... Just across the hall without you hearing something.... the whole thing wasn't natural.

Gods I almost came clean to her about the whole god damn thing, my family, slenderman, Ryan, Hoody, the whole god damn thing... But if she's not a proxy, and i'm now questioning that more than ever... then it would have been to much for her...

I mean shit, I got the third degree over a few things lately "Why are you hiding weapons in your apartment?", "When did you get a gun?" and my favorite "Why are you always looking around like your keeping an eye out for someone?"

This is of course why I needed to go for a long, relaxing nature hike today.... put as Elaine would put it all this "Slendershit" out of my damn head for a day to decompress.

It didn't work....

While I was on the way back, we stopped at a mom and pop dinner half way between Rainer and Tacoma, I forgot the name of the place already... the day was still clear at that point so we were going to eat outside... I was just getting back from a bathroom trip and picking up our order, when I noticed something.... frankly disturbing on my way out....

Hoody.... and Maya.... talking near my car...

Okay just the simple fact that Hoody had  traveled all the way out, a good 45 minutes outside of Tacoma to talk to Maya, well that was disturbing enough, but this just proved what Ryan said correct... Maya and Hoody are definitely working together, two pea's in the proxy pod!

Rather than walk out there and call them on this right away, I mean I was unarmed, I didn't even have a box-cutter on me, let alone the type of gear needed to fight Hoody and expect to win, and lord knows what kind of skills Maya is packing there... No I stayed out of sight until hoody hopped on a motorcycle and rode off...

At least I know he doesn't just fucking teleport everywhere...

I counted to about 43 and stepped back out, lunch in hand a with a smile on my face, we sat down and ate...

She didn't bring the conversation up at all, not even in the "Oh a friend of my was in the area you just missed him" sort of way...

She's sleeping in my room right now... I plan on stashing the gun in my nightstand but i'm waiting till I know she's out cold... she could have killed the neighbors for all I know at this point...

I know allot of you are saying that not all proxy's are bad, but hoody and I don't see eye to eye, and Maya is working with him... the worst part of it is, was before this I was really starting to like having her around...

I won't be taken flat-footed... I promise you all that.

Changing.....

Okay, let me start off this post with a short message to Elaine.....

Thank you for writing in, your concerns are appreciated and will be addressed when the time is right, or never depending on exactly how long I have left to live... Because honestly, I have some serious fucking bullshit to deal with right now, and I'm pretty fucking sure I have long since lost my god damn mind!!!

So remember how I said I was going to give the old in-laws a call to see if they had heard anything back about my wife's disappearance...

So apparently, as far as there concerned... my wife and son never existed..... I mean holy fucking shit, I was not married for 4 years and raised a son for 3 to have them never exist, no sir, didn't happen, and that's pretty fucking bullshit right now!

I mean to listen to my, well apparently never, father in law explain that he has no idea who the fuck I am, that we never met, and he only had son's no daughters, and I clearly had the wrong fucking number... WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

HOW... THE.... FUCK.... IS..... THIS..... POSSIBLE......

So yeah, right now I'm drinking, and very much am GOING OUT OF MY FUCKING SKULL.... Because this shit is not happening... no sir, it's impossible, THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!!!!!!

I know they were fucking real, this is god damn impossible, they were real, I'm not fucking insane, they were real.....


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But the worst part of it is... he warned me..., Hoody.... Last time I saw him outside my window... he just wanted to talk to me... he told me "That my world would forever change, and I could adapt to the change, or be destroyed by it"

BUT THIS IS A PRETTY FUCKING MAJOR CHANGE YOU DUMB PROXY FUCK... THIS IS NOT A FUCKING CHANGE, THIS IS REALITY IT-FUCKING-SELF BEING REWRITTEN!!!

 This is god damn impossible.... It's just fucking impossible.... THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!! I could feel there hugs, I could hear my son laugh and ask for drinks and say "Thank you" when we gave him something, I can see them in my mind right now, my son chasing the cat, my wife making breakfast... THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!!!!

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He took them from me.... That tall faceless fuck... I'll kill him, I will FUCKING KILL HIM..... I'll find a god damn way to kill him..... You read this, you absorb it... BECAUSE HE WILL FUCKING DIE BY MY HAND!!!!!

I lost time today....

Yeah that's not a promising sign, right after I saw Hoody outside today, I went downstairs bokken in hand to try and beat the answers to it all out of him, he just stood there hands in his pockets as I woke up and suddenly... The whole world goes black and white, for like a minute...

The next thing I know it's about 7pm my time, I'm on a break at my work reading on my phone....

I guess I wasn't acting weird or anything like that, it's like, when I think about it, and I mean hard, it's like I'm standing there, I change my mind, walk away from him, toss my bokken in the back, and just decided to drive to work....

By the way, Ryan wasn't there, and he hasn't answered his phone at all today....

Crap I knew I should have stayed in bed today...

Okay now I'm want to rant, it's my god given right as a human being to rant, so I'm going to abuse that right of mine. So here we go......

Elaine is a fucking psychopathic idiotic bitch, and she's going to get us all killed...

Okay not that we threw that out there, lets break this down a little bit....

She's an idiot, because she thinks, that we can make peace with Proxies, which, from my limited experience with one likely killing everyone I care about and the whole "Kidnapping my family thing" Really kinda gives me a unique but common insight that screams... "Your a fucking idiot for this"

Have you people read about "Hope"? How she made a fucking deal with a Proxy" And then because she doesn't know how to use her brain *Broke* that god damn agreement and god about a half dozen runners killed for it?

And why is she not in a fucking halfway house? why was she released to begin with? I don't know about the Texas Mental Health System, but here in Washington killing about 15 people before the age of ten is pretty much an assured way to spent your entire natural life in a mental institution, being kept drugged 24/7. Or if she was to be released, which, once again, is fucking pants on head retarded because SHE KILLED MORE PEOPLE THAN MY LOCAL PROXY, would be in a half way house, constantly monitored, and drugged for about 90% of her waking time....\

I'm going on record right now, I'm following her blog, because if I catch wind she's going to end up anywhere in the Puget Sound area, I'm buying a fucking gun.... A large caliber accurate gun, because I want to make sure that if it comes down to it, if she tires to make contact with me, that I don't fuck it up and "Wound" anyone.

That's right, if you ever end up reading this Elaine, Washington State is off limits, because I have a sharp aim, and a lot of vacation time built up!

My World Has Entered Exciting New Layers of Pain.

So I was going to post this... oh hours ago... as you might already know if your following my twitter page, that I spent some time at one of the fine libraries in my area attempting to see if there is any basis in the historical records of our town in regards to Slendy....

Well I didn't find really a whole hell of allot, it seems that historically, any unusual disappearances or murders have all had fairly mundane explanations, it's like old Slendy has never visited my city.

Before I go any further though, give me a second to go get a fresh paper towel and ice pack....

Ryan met up with me mid-way through my research and was pretty helpful in helping me out, even if he was mostly there to research any information on "Sarah", apparently he couldn't find anything on her and he apparently went so far as to search for birth records. So yeah, more and more it's looking like Ryan is driving this crazy bus we both seem to be on.

I found however one instance of a completely unexplained disappearance, happened around 1999, the year I graduated high-school, this kid just walks out his door for school, and he's gone, no signs of a struggle, no intrusion, no witnesses, no body. The red flag here was the kid had been complaining about seeing a "Stranger" in the area on a handful of occasions, but there were no other witnesses. The kid didn't describe the man at all, so it's unknown if he's referring to a mundane threat, something supernatural or if he invented the story to coverup a runaway attempt.

This kid, and this is stretching my limits of belief here, is a dead ringer for the kid who's stalking Ryan and I. But that's not possible, this kid vanished, 12 years ago, TWELVE!!

So Ryan came up with a theory, so Slendy seems to be  more active on the east coast, there's almost no instances of him being in Washington, why is that? Well Ryan seems to think that instances of people disappearing are also resulting in them being removed from our collective memories like Sarah....

That seems unlikely though, it has no basis in current Slenderman Mythos or current tales of him, when Jessie was butchered by the rake in Everyman Hybrid, when Damien from Dreams in Darkness seemingly killed himself, or when Rose from Make it Count, went missing, people remembered them, family's mourned, and searches were attempted. We didn't suddenly forget about 99% of the PTC when they were destroyed by Slenderman, then why would any one forget about a twenty-something seemingly normal woman?

The whole thing doesn't hold water.... and yet here we are... with my best friend for as long as we both can remember honestly discussing the fate of a young woman I don't remember.... Ryan's not the type for this bullshit to be frank, so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt here.

Okay, but right now, I fucking hurt, I fucking hurt bad... I better get a beer for this, I got to finish this before those painkillers Nick gave me kick in... So after our research excursion Ryan and I headed back to my place, I gave him a ride, my son was napping in the back, thank god he didn't wake up for any of this.

There was a light on in my apartment, I had turned them all off, and we saw a silhouette in my bedroom window...

It was mister Hoody himself... the little shit managed to find a way into my apartment while I was out... and now he, and most of my weapons, were inside.

Thank God for Ryan being there today, I would still be outside otherwise, I mean I can't take my boy in there to kick the shit out of some deranged home invader. I had Ryan park the car out in front of the building, with only one entrance in or out of there, I knew that if he ran out, Ryan would have him, I grabbed something from the trunk of my car that I didn't mention before, a double bladed knife, the thing has two blades the length of my forearm on each end of it, with a hilt just large enough to safely hold it in the middle.

By the time I got inside the still locked up and secure apartment, he was gone, I called Ryan on bluetooth who confirmed he had not stepped out of the building at all. The hunt for the little fucker was on...

I felt like an hour but in reality was probably at most 10 minutes, I had just crossed the second floor stair well when he stepped out of an apartment behind me, I turned slashing the bladed at him which he evaded, I spun around to try to catch him with the back-blade of the weapon but he was almost 8 feet down the hall by the time I spun around. I didn't really realize it at the time the implications of this, but he crossed about 8 feet or so in less than a second.

At this point I was being driven by rage, I charged down the hall at him and attempted to stab him dead center, full force, with all my strength, next thing I know the blade is behind me about 3 feet down the hall, and he's winding up a punch that I didn't have the time to avoid. I studied Aikido for a few years, which for those of you who don't know, the entire Idea behind it, is to use holds, flips, to basically counter and toss an opponent around, basically everything that didn't happen with this one punch,

He hit me so hard I actually blacked out from the force, I came to flying backwards down the hall, I felt like I was hit by a car, I land a good, I want to say 10 feet away after hitting a wall, The fights over, I'm in a daze, I'm bleeding from hitting my head against the wall, or the floor I'm a bit fuzzy at this point, and he's walking over with the biggest god damn slasher smile I've ever seen, and he has my knife.

I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but he just set the knife down next to me, and even put my hand over it, and walked out towards the stairs...

I don't know how long I was out, I'm told it was maybe 10 minutes tops, but Ryan runs up the stairs, he doesn't have my son with him, I panic, I ask where my son is, here I am laying battered on the floor and my only thought was of him... Ryan tells me Nick is downstairs watching him, he had called him a couple minutes after I went inside....

and that's the whole story from this incident... Were being stalked by a 5 foot something kid who can punch grown men down hallways.... and who seems to at least reassemble some kid who disappeared almost 12 years ago, worse off now Nicks involved... which I wouldn't of wanted personally...

OH.... and the royally fucked thing is? he left a fucking hamster, in a cage, in my apartment on my kitchen table, with food, bedding and everything... tell me that isn't like twelve shades of fucked up?

Escalation

Okay, I was going to post about an hour or so ago, but it got real around here, let me explain...

So as planed Ryan made it over for the game, another friend from outside of work named Nick, who serves as an MP at nearby JBLM also came over to watch the game with us.

Look i'm not going to lie, i'm kinda shaken up right now, this shit just got real.

You see, during half time, Nick, who's not exactly a Madonna fan, not that any  of us are, left to get us some more beer. My wife and son had already gone to her parents to spend time with them to let us have our "Guy time"

Ryan and I got to talking, and out of the blue he asks me one question

"Hey Paul, do you remember Sarah?"

Fair enough I figure, so I ask "Who Sara A or Sara H?"

He looks at me like he soul just melted out his boots "I mean Sara M...."

I don't recall ever meeting a Sara M, at least I would of remembered what he told me after I said "Sara M? I'm not familer with her?"

Ryan ripped into me "You don't remember Sara M?  My girlfriend? We were went on a double date with your wife 3 weeks ago? you don't remember her at all?"

I was confused "I remember us going out Ryan but you took that Michelle girl from the new hire class so you wouldn't be a third wheel? Which wouldn't happen if you stop being such a 'Forever alone guy.'"

Ryan was flabbergasted at this point "Paul I dated Sarah for 5 years got damnit, we were, untill she went missing, expecting our first child! You even agreed to be the god-father"

At that point, we were silent... I have no idea what he's talking about, I still don't, Nick just got back with more beer anyways, great guy him he even picked up chips.

The game ends, Nick heads home, I felt smug because I won twenty dollars from a coworker tomarrow and Ryan and I finish our conversation from earlier, he tells me that no one remembers this girl, not even her own parents, he felt like it was somehow tied to "Him".
I wish this ended there, but, it didn't.

Because we then saw him outside in the road in front of the complex...

No not that "Him" I mean the hoody kid, and holy shit, if I'm not freaked out by this, how did he find my apartment, why was he here anyways? It didn't mater, I live on the third floor, I grabed my bokken and with ryan ran down the stairs to confront him.

By the time we were down to floor one and outside, he was gone... I made sure Ryan saw that too, when he told me that he did, we decided that whatever the hell is going on, we were going to be ready for it. I don't know if this kid was stalking us, I sure as hell don't know if Ryan is really telling the truth, or if he's going insane, but I stood out there with my bokken and I was going to beat the shit out of the kid if he steped out on us.

He didn't.... and we, about 15 minutes ago called it a night... He went home alone, and left me with more questions than answers.

I don't remember this being a symptom of  Slenderman, so I doubt it's related, at this point it's still a coincidence in my mind that this is happening. Besides I don't believe he's real, but I believe that kid's real, and he's watching either me or Ryan for some reason. Manic Muse and gpowell71 seems to think that this kid is a Proxy. I'm not sure but I'm open for idea's.

If anyone has and advice to give right now i'll take it, because at this point, either myself, Ryan, or both of us, are in danger.


EDIT:  Now that I have a chance to calm down I went ahead and rewrote some of this for coherency, I'm afraid that I was not in the best mindset to be writing earlier, Also I added the tags Ryan, and Hoody to other posts involving them. - 11:56pm

So anit there some kind of rule about this?

Okay, I read a few blogs, so I know how this is suspose to go, I get to post my thing for a while and then wierd shit happens....

I'd figure if Slenderman was real, and I don't, I've have a month before something weird happened.

It's been 3 days...

Let me explain, so there I was at work with a friend of mine named Ryan, we both work there, which occurs to me I didn't say what I did for a living but, meh. So were sitting there chating on a short break in our cubicles when lo and behold, I noticed he has the operator sign, you know the (x) thing? taped to the wall above his moniter.

I don't know if I just never noticed it before or if it was new.

So I didn't think much of it, I mean he's the guy who got me into the whole Slenderman deal in the first place, in what I might add, the most dickish way possible. I'll explain if someone asks about what that means.

So anyways, I ask him about it, I'm all like "Hey cool operator sign you got there Ryan"

I should have noticed how much like shit he looked today, or lately for that matter.

He just kinda looked sheepishly away and muttered "Oh yeah, it's pretty cool, I guess" before turning and starting to pretend to work. Keep in mind this dude is built like a brick house, and that i'm proud to say that i've known him for going on 11 years now, hell he introduced me to my wife, and in turn when he needed one, I pulled strings to get him a job. What I'm trying to say is, Ryan and I go way back, and he was not himself today.

"Something you want to talk about?" I went ahead and asked

"Oh no, I'm fine, everything's fine, no worries" he just replied quietly. Ryan, all 6'5" of him, meekly replied to my question.

Of course that's just the set up for the real weird shit thing to happen at work today. Because i'm not a small guy myself, I'm 6'3" with an alright build, Ryan and I sometimes get called to help with some heavy lifting, good old labor backrounds there, but today, it was my boss asking me to go run some kid in a black hooded sweatshirt out of the parking lot.

So who am I to say no when it comes to running off some teenager who was clearly skipping classes to stare at the building right? I would have chose a mall arcade myself, but to each there own.

I regret it.... god help me I do. I mean the kid wasn't violent, or "Sinister" in any real respect, he just looked... I guess empty, like the wheel was spinning but the hamster killed itself after writing a long winded suicide note to it's parents kind of empty. I mean he had a look on his face like a molestation victim, completely dead on the inside.

I just walked up to him, told him to piss off, and he just turned and walked off, I didn't even get the satisfaction of being told off, or even really responded to, he just turned and walked away. But god did it make me feel, for a lack of a better term, like I was tainted by the whole experience, like a fraction of the emptiness from him seeping onto me. Right now I'm drinking a beer and wangsting about it on my blog, and you guys can't stop me.

Fuck it, I'm still reading up on Make it Count, might get caught up in a few days, but the big game is coming up and I got money on it. I am not going to let my self miss that for a blog. Besides I got to go get my son back to sleep because the baby-mama across the hall just slammed the door shut after a tirade with her mother and it woke my son up.