Saturday, June 25, 2011

Just a Head's Up

We're going to be on the DL for a bit. Alora's parents have been super-protective and thus Daniel and I have been doing a lot of hiding in the closet.

Alora's not as shell-shocked as she was earlier, but she's still freaked out and having an existential crisis about her split personality or whatever the hell Chimere is. I don't even know. Daniel didn't have a lot of time to explain it well.

Killjay, you're probably right. This whole thing probably is one big mindfuck. I'm not sure how having Alora's pyscho half killing proxies factors into that, but I'm sure we'll figure it out sooner or later.

Shit, her parents are coming. We'll blog again as soon as we can.


Friday, June 24, 2011

last night and today

the good news is we found her.

the bad kind of a long story.

it didn't take long for her parents to figure out she was missing. alice and i had to wait in the closet until they left. i thought i knew where she was--the same woods i had been found in not long ago. alice wasn't too thrilled about going, but she knew we had to. it took us forever to sneak out to the woods, and what felt like even longer until we found her. i screamed her name until my throat was hoarse.

and when we finally found her...

she...she was in pretty bad shape.

the first thing she said to me was, "daniel, i think i killed someone."

that was when i noticed the blood on her hands.

she doesn't remember how she got to the woods. she remembers wandering around for a bit, scared out of her mind, and then some proxies showed up and attacked her. she blacked out again after that, then "woke up" later. she had no idea what happened, but i think...

chimere. it had to be chimere.

anyway, we managed to sneak her into someone's back yard and hose the blood off. she passed it off as falling in a creek. i went back to the woods when the sun came up to find the bodies and the knife. i had to hide the evidence. i'm an ex-cop. i can reverse-engineer forensic countermeasures.

as for the bodies, well...let's just...say that any fears we had about chimere being a psycho are pretty well-founded. wasn't pretty.

anyway, alora's asleep. she's basically been confined to her room all day. between the anxiety disorder and the idea that she killed someone, she's...not having a good day.

the most viable theory i have right now is that slender man is responsible for getting her into the woods, but the question is why. what's his game? what does he have to gain from this?

is this related to chimere?

i don't know. i honestly don't know.

i just hope it doesn't happen again...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

alora's gone.

she's just...gone.

she was here a few minutes ago, but she's not...i don't know where...


what do i do what do i do, shit shit SHIT!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

bad night

allegedly, scott's gone.

i don't know what to believe now, but...

alora's...not taking it well.

she's been acting odd since her last post. i guess having slender follow her exclusively is getting to her.

i'm going to make sure she's okay.


She's not okay.

Hi, it's Alice.

I read a little of Scott's blog when I was hunting down Daniel. In fact, I found the comment that led me to him. So I guess I owe you one, Scott.

I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better.

...I need to talk to Daniel later.


Sunday, June 19, 2011

I Think My Therapist Knows Something

No, really, I do.

I've been super-paranoid all day, since, as Daniel mentioned, Slender showed back up. And he's been specifically following me for some reason, even to my last-minute therapy session (we had to cancel the last one. Bad luck, shitty traffic, me deliberately stalling). Stood outside the window the whole time. You know whenever you know you shouldn't be looking at something, you keep looking at it? That's what it was like. I was trying so hard not to look out that damn window, but I kept doing it.

My therapist (she who shall not be named (can't spell her name anyway)) made some comment about there being anything interesting outside. I muttered something vague about it being a nice day out (even though it was a terrible day out).

Then she said this:

"I know he's very persistent, but we have to focus on you, Alora. He can wait until later."

My reaction:


"I said 'I know it's nice out, but you need to focus. We have to work together if you want to get better, okay?'"

My internal reaction: Uh, no, that is not what you said, liar.

My external reaction: Yeah, sure.

To make matters creepier, she asked about my "trigger moment", which I have long known is the Incident In the know, the one that also brought out Chimere (and for those of you who don't remember, it was this incident). I just told her what happened, without mentioning the bits about Chimere (because that's the last thing I need to bring up, my potentially-homicidal split personality), but she kept pressing the matter...

Therapist: And you really don't remember how you got home?

Me: No. I mean, I was four. I don't remember a lot of when I was four.

Therapist: I meant back when you were four. You said you didn't know how you got home.

Me: That's because I was scared, and I was four. When you're scared and you're four, you say things that don't make a lot of sense. That's why I thought lightning was the bogey man sneezing or whatever.

Therapist: But you don't think that's significant?

Me: What, that I don't remember? You're a psychoanalyst. I thought you knew all about repressed memories and shit like that.

Therapist: But what if it's not a repressed memory?

Me: *feeling more and more uncomfortable* What else could it be? I mean, come on. *before she could answer that question* And what does this have to do with my anxiety disorder, anyway? I thought we were focused on helping me with that.

Fortunately, that got us back to the topic of how the dark makes me feel and yadda yadda yadda this isn't helping me get over myself at all and dammit why'd my old therapist have to move I actually liked her and SHE knew what she was doing...but that's not the point. The point is...why would she say that when I was looking out the window? Why would she focus on the Chimere Incident so much? And this isn't the first time she's brought up that memory lapse either. Far as I can tell, it's not important towards fixing my problem behavior or helping with my anxiety. Why bring it up?

I could just be paranoid, but...I can't escape the feeling she knows more than she's letting on.

In other news:

Ryuu, Daniel took your advice. He's been writing things down all day. I told him he's not allowed to turn my room into a timeline or anything like that. That would make things TOO crazy.

And Scott is...



I don't...I don't even really want to think about that now.

He's going to be okay. He has to be okay.

He has to...

Stay safe.


Saturday, June 18, 2011

he's back

slender's been circling the house since about...two? two thirty? i don't know. he seems agitated. then again, considering some things scott has been through recently, i'm not surprised. hope it hurt, bastard.

alora and alice are both asleep. it's a miracle alora's asleep at all. she's become nocturnal/an insomniac since i first met her. it's not healthy. she's going to be a wreck when school starts back up.

i wish i could sleep. every time i close my eyes i see...i think it's my brother, but i can't tell. i was little when he went missing. i barely remember him.

we never found him.

never found a body either.

i guess i always just hoped...

why can't i shake the feeling that what happened to him is important?

Thursday, June 16, 2011


that's all i hear.

i "woke up" this morning. felt line, once the buzzing in my ears stopped. something felt off, though. it took me a while, but i realized what it was.

i couldn't hear anything from alice or alora. like, their thoughts. i said a while back that if i relax my mind i can usually hear residual thoughts, sense emotions, but i wasn't getting anything. i tried actively reading alice's mind, and i couldn't. i just...couldn't.

my abilities are gone. poof. don't know how or why.

i guess slender man disarmed the bomb. i'm not his weapon. not a weapon for our side either. i'm just a normal person now.

i mean, on the one hand i'm almost relieved, because...well, i hated those freaking powers, but on the other hand, they were kinda useful, and...

there has to be more to it. i know it, i just don't know what the "more" is.

why not just kill me?

why keep me alive?

he's got something else up his sleeve. i guarantee it.

(oh, and in regards to alice's comments about me being drunk that one time...let's just say the moral of the story is that, even though long island iced tea doesn't taste like booze, it is, and you should pace yourself accordingly. i can never show my face at that bar again. ever.)

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Alice Here

Alora gave me log in and said I should post.

I'm...not really sure what to say. So I guess I'll just start at the beginning.

Hi, I'm Alice. Daniel is...was...I don't even know what our status is now, but we were dating before he went missing. When no one could find out where he went I started looking for him myself. He never deleted his internet history, so finding all this Slender Man stuff was pretty easy. A bunch of link-jumping resulted in my discovering this particular blog, and...

Is it weird that I just knew it was him? I don't know how, he was so different at first, but I just...knew.

If you're wondering how he's doing, well...he's getting better. Every day he's a little more lucid and awake more. Today he was basically alert, but it kind of reminded me of the one time he got drunk, complete with the barely legible declarations of love (he is going to kill me for posting this). Alora's still got therapy, but when she's not there she's kind of kicking around the house moping.

As for Slender Man, I've seen him once, Alora claims to have seen him twice, and Daniel keeps talking about how the suit guy will get in the closet if I don't shut the door.

I wish I knew what was going on, but I'm just sitting here in this closet, on the internet, with my passed-out...boyfriend? Maybe? lying nearby.

And that sounds so wrong when I type it out.


Thursday, June 9, 2011

there's a missing piece

i just wish i could remember lucas.

lucas knows what's missing.

but he's dead now.

cuts itch.

can't take off the bandages.

alice'll get mad at me.

i missed her.

but i don't know what to say now that she's back.

i love you alice.

Nothing Has Changed

Daniel's still out of it.

Alice is still hiding in my closet.

I'm still going to therapy. And I swear my therapist has no idea what she's doing, because we have been getting nowhere. Why are we doing psychoanalysis for an anxiety disorder? I always had behavior therapy for this shit. Why change that? No, instead I'm sitting around talking about how I feel. Screw this shit. I'm asking my parents to switch therapists. Or get me out of treatment altogether. I do not have time for this.

Saw Slender outside last night. Not staring at the house, walking down the street. Like he had somewhere else to be. Actually, walking is the wrong word. He sort of...glides. It's freaky.


Stay safe you guys.


Sunday, June 5, 2011

That Awkward Moment

When you've got TWO people hiding in your closet now.

Yeah, Alice had to run from the hospital. A bunch of proxies showed up. Thankfully, she was able to get Daniel out without any major issues (though she may have broken the speed limit on her way here). She nearly gave me a heart attack when I walked into my room after getting home from therapy and she was just there. I managed to pass off my startled scream as being the result of a rogue item falling out the closet, thank goodness. I really need to teach myself to panic quietly.

Anyway, I'm not as concerned about having two people hiding in my room (my parents are of the "respect their daughter's privacy" sort), but I am worried about Daniel. His wounds are healing fine, there's nothing wrong there, but he's been feverish and out of it. He didn't even recognize me when he first saw me. And he keeps mumbling about how he forgot something, and something about his brother. Like I said, his wounds are fine, it's not an infection, and neither of us knows what to do.


(Also, planning on grilling Alice about Daniel's Dark Scary Past, since he has told me nothing and I am extremely curious now.)

Stay safe, you guys


Thursday, June 2, 2011

What Happened Yesterday

Alice showed up at my place. She looks different than she does in the pictures Daniel has. Older. Hair's darker. But I digress. She thought the same thing I was thinking: that somehow Slender or one of his goons lured Daniel out with some kind of a projection of her then ran off with him. There's a mini-forest near where I live, so that was the first/most obvious place to look. So we drive down there, start looking. For a while, we don't find anything, but then...

There...there was this clearing with a old, mostly-dead tree in the middle. And...Daniel, he was just...slumped against it, impaled by...they looked like railroad nails, but they were freaking huge...and...there was so much blood...

And...Slender Man was there.

Just...standing there. Watching us.

But he didn't do anything. I don't think Alice even saw him at first; she just ran for Daniel. But he didn't try to stop her. He didn't try to stop me either. He just watched. We managed to get him down, but he didn't wake up. He was just...lying there. Covered in blood.

Alice...Alice was freaking out. I can still remember it..."Daniel? Daniel, baby, please, wake up. Come on,'s me, it's Alice. Come on, wake up, please, wake up..."

Me, I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Slender hadn't done anything, but he was there, and that's never good. He just...watched us go. Didn't do anything. Didn't move. I glanced over my shoulder as we felt like he was saying, "This was a warning. You got off easy this time.

"Not next time."

...Anyway...we (actually, Alice, I had to go home before dark hit and my parents wondered where I was) got him to a hospital, but I have no idea what Alice said when they (inevitably) asked her about what the hell happened. She texted me today to say that he's still unconscious but they stitched him back up. He...he should be okay, unless something goes wrong. And she's not leaving him.

...I just wish I could be there.

Daniel, if you die on me, I'm going to kick your ass when I see you in the afterlife (whenever that happens).


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Dear Diary

Today I went for a hike in the woods and found my best friend impaled to a tree. Right now, he's in the hospital, while I'm at home acting like absolutely nothing is wrong. For all my parents know, I just went to the mall with my friends.

It was the worst day ever.

Daniel's gone.

He's been gone all day.

I got home late, and he wasn't there, and he hasn't been here, I thought he'd come back but...

He wouldn't...he wouldn't just run off without telling me...

I read his last post.

Alice. I know you're reading this blog. Explain. NOW.