Tuesday, May 31, 2011


alora's parents were true to their word. she's at her first therapy session now.

honestly, i'm not sure how much it will help. if it was just the nictophobia, i could see it working, but with slender man involved? that complicates things. just a little.

i wouldn't mind some therapy myself, though. i''s been hard. ever since she...

it's been hard.

scott is back, though. that's good. and he hasn't shown up, but...

ever get the feeling that you've forgotten something really important, but you can't remember what? or...that you're missing something but you don't know what it is? i feel like that all the time. i'm constantly on edge. there's some important piece to the puzzle, something i'm missing, but i don't know what it is.

i just wish i c

oh no.

she's back.

alice, what are you doing here?!

please, just...

what do i do?

Sunday, May 29, 2011

*Insert Long Steam of Obsenities*

Alice hasn't shown her face in a while, but a new problem arises. You know how I'm anxiety-disorder-level nictophobic? And how the Slender Situation has made it worse?
Yeah, my parents noticed. They want me to see a therapist. Actually "want" implies I have some choice in the matter. They're forcing me.

Shit shit shit.

Problems With This:

1. I'll be out of the house more, thus separating me from Daniel more, thus putting one or both of us at risk.

2. The last thing I need is another person involved in my insanity, trying to leech the truth out of me then thinking I'm insane when I break down and tell them I'm being stalked by a tall man in a suit who technically shouldn't exist.

3. I don't like therapy. Therapy sucks. It did help when I had it back in high school, I'm a lot better than I used to be, but it still sucked. And I don't even know if the woman I was seeing before I left is even in practice anymore. Which means they might have to send me to Doctor Patronizing Bitch. No. Never again.

So yeah, this basically sucks.

Still no sign of Slender.

Question: why?


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Bloody Mothereffing HELL

I just...

I don't even...


Daniel was right. He kept thinking it, but he was too afraid to say it out loud. But he was right.

Lucien's "gift" was Alice. He told her where I live.

Okay, I guess I should start over. My 'rents went out for the night, so I figured I would do something normal for a change, and let Daniel out of my room. We were chilling in the kitchen and making dinner and blasting the music too loud, and it felt good to do something so...not weird. You know? But then, next thing we know, the doorbell rings, and I, like a moron, answered was just this woman, I thought she was selling something. I didn't know...

She asked me if this was where Alora lived, and that her name was Alice, and that's when I knew we were screwed.

I might have slammed the door in her face when I realized who it was, but we're not going to talk about that.

She didn't leave for a good fifteen, twenty minutes. She just kept knocking and asking Daniel to come out and talk to her. Then she just stood there. Finally I had to open one of the windows a crack and tell her if she didn't get off the porch, I'd call the cops. I meant it, too.

I don't...I don't even know how to react. I know what he's doing. He's putting the one person Daniel really loves in the firing line, trying to piss him off or get him emotional so he makes a mistake. And I think it might be work. Daniel hasn't stopped pacing around my room since she left. He's a wreck, even if he's not showing it.

Alice, if you're reading this, get out now. Please.


Saturday, May 21, 2011


The Rapture didn't happen today. Big freaking surprise.

I think I nearly gave Daniel a heart attack. I got my hair cut (and by "cut" I mean "chopped most of it off, against my mother's advice, because it's my effing hair dammit") and he didn't expect to see me with short hair. The look on his face was pretty funny, though.

Scott thinks we're dead. This is causing me more stress than not having a job.

Other than that, nothing.

...Okay, I lied. The nothing is stressing me out the most. Then Scott.

Is it paranoid of me to think that something might go wrong very, very soon?

I'm...I'm kind of scared. And I don't know why.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Guess Who?

Dearest Alora/Daniel:

I just wanted to say goodbye. The Master needs me elsewhere, so elsewhere I go. I will miss you both very, very much.

Goodbye, dear, stupid runners.

Oh, and Daniel?

I left you a little parting present.

She should be there shortly.



Sunday, May 15, 2011


alora's family dragged her off to go do something. apparently she's been sulking too much and they're trying to fix it. i dunno. either way, it's just be in this big house. too damn big.

at least i have the computer. i can try to keep my mind off of...

...well, everything else.

it's not working very well, though.

i look outside her window and all i see is the trees.

he's not here yet. maybe he's toying with us, maybe he's got other things to worry about. maybe he stopped caring. but i doubt it.

alora had better come back soon.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Why My Life Sucks

1. We replicated Operation Spring Break on the ride home for the summer yesterday, but Daniel was so emotional it almost didn't work. Massive stressbomb.

2. I'm not sure if I can get re-hired at the place I worked last summer, and I really need the money.

3. I barely got any sleep last night, because of the effing nightmares. Slender hasn't actually known up in the house yet, but he's making his presence known, believe me.

4. Alice...Alice found our blog.

In fact, she's probably reading this right now.


Alice, if you ARE reading this, he...he doesn't love you any less, he just...what he said last post was true. He's dangerous now. He would give anything to be with you right now, I know he would, but he can't. He doesn't even know where you are. He's only doing this because he wants to keep you safe.

I know it hurts, but this is the only way.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

he was outside

but only for a second.

he looked up at me and i heard a voice in my head.


and then i blinked and he was gone.

something's coming. i can tell...

Saturday, May 7, 2011


Stay away.

Please, stay away, please, stay away, please stay away.

Don't come back. Please...

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

there's a man going 'round takin' names
and he decides who to free and who to blame
everybody won't be treated all the same
there will be a golden letter reaching down
when the man comes around

the man.

the big man in the sky.

the man on the white horse.

the man with the noose.

the man in the black suit.


i've been having the same dream.

the man in the suit holding a body.

one of the four beasts saying "come and see"

i don't know who it is.

but i know it's someone close to me.

i don't know if he's trying to warn me or scare me. or maybe both.

you can't have her, you bastard.

this is between us. don't you dare make this about her.

don't you dare...

i'm scared.