He was...
Chimere effed him up HARD.
He was sitting funny and he looked like he was in a lot of pain. He also looked like someone had given him a black eye at some point, but according to Daniel, Chimere never punched him in the face. Maybe Slender distributes bitch slaps now, I don't know.
Anyway, I...is it weird that I actually felt terrible? I mean, yeah, I still hate him and think he's an asshole, but seeing him like that...
I just...I actually apologized to him after class.
I know, I'm stupid and soft, but I felt bad. He just...it was sad. And I felt terrible.
His response:
"Never, EVER apologize to me again, you little BITCH. Do you hear me?"
And then, as he started walking away:
"I would keep an eye on that alter ego of yours. She is no better than I am and you know it."
...What scares me is that he's probably right. I know she's on our side and all, but...
That was...that was just overkill. That wasn't necessary. If I had to hurt him I'd just take him out and get it over with. I wouldn't...that was inches away from torture. It's not right.
Daniel's still a little...out of it after everything that happened.
I wish there was something I could do.
~Alora
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Laughing and Crying
Reasons why I'm crying:
1. I feel like shit right now. Have since yesterday. Headache, stomachache, whole nine yards. I don't know if I'm coming down with something or if he's doing this, but the fact still remains that I feel like shit.
2. I'm worried about Jeff and the fact that I'm sick is making me more emotional than usual.
3. He's safe. Thank God, he's okay.
Reason why I'm laughing:
Oh my bob. That was the stupidest thing he could have done. The STUPIDEST. Did you even DO your research?! Did you think first?!
My brother is a marine, you freaking retard. He was on a base FULL of marines. Did you really think you could get away with that?!
Okay, explanation time. I got a phone call from my brother (yes, I have a brother) like, five minutes ago. He said that some guy in his twenties wearing a mask jumped him at work this morning. Tried to knife him. And apparently didn't realize he was taking on our nation's finest. It still took two other guys to subdue him, but he got a righteous ass-kicking.
Chew on that, you ass-munching proxy.
And yes, that's what he was. Older Brother also mentioned that the guy went ballistic once they caught him, screaming something about the operator and gaining his master's love. He just thought the guy was nuts. I know better.
And here's what I don't get. Slender didn't need to go after my brother. Hell, I have an anxiety disorder that's making this whole thing 1000x worse. I know I'm putting on my brave face, but he must know how terrified I am. He doesn't need to go after people I know to break me. I'm not like you guys. He can break me all on his own. I admit this openly. So why go after my brother?
My current theory is that the proxy did it of his own volition. He mentioned earning his master's love, right? Maybe he thought that if he somehow hurt me through my brother, that would make Slender appreciate his services or something. Maybe he thought that they're just going after families now, after what happened to...
Dammit, I feel guilty now. I know there's no reason for it, but I do.
Jeff, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry.
Anyway...the point is, I don't think it was part of Slender's "let's f*ck with Alora" plan. He doesn't have to go past me or this sphere of bloggers to do that. He knows that. Everything he's thrown at me (the symbols, the guy who might be an agent, watching me at night, the sickness or exploitation of it) says that he knows that. He just has to keep this up. If he feeds on fear, I'll be like a four-star restaurant. Add that to the fact that I worry about you guys, and a lot of you are going through hell...
My head hurts.
I might not be able to keep up the research for a while. I can link up some stuff under the "Archives" tab if you guys find anything you think should be put in there, but the timeline is on hold for now. In fact, I think a lot of my version of "research" (read: data collection) is going to be on hold. I'm having a hard enough time writing this post. I seriously feel like shit. I need a break. I'm sorry. Once I stop feeling like my head is going to explode, I'll be back. Promise.
Jeff...Jeff, I'll be praying for you, okay? I don't know how much stock you put in that, but I will. I'm so sorry. Don't be afraid to walk away from this for a while, okay? You need time to mourn. No one will blame you for it.
Stay safe, guys.
~Alora
1. I feel like shit right now. Have since yesterday. Headache, stomachache, whole nine yards. I don't know if I'm coming down with something or if he's doing this, but the fact still remains that I feel like shit.
2. I'm worried about Jeff and the fact that I'm sick is making me more emotional than usual.
3. He's safe. Thank God, he's okay.
Reason why I'm laughing:
Oh my bob. That was the stupidest thing he could have done. The STUPIDEST. Did you even DO your research?! Did you think first?!
My brother is a marine, you freaking retard. He was on a base FULL of marines. Did you really think you could get away with that?!
Okay, explanation time. I got a phone call from my brother (yes, I have a brother) like, five minutes ago. He said that some guy in his twenties wearing a mask jumped him at work this morning. Tried to knife him. And apparently didn't realize he was taking on our nation's finest. It still took two other guys to subdue him, but he got a righteous ass-kicking.
Chew on that, you ass-munching proxy.
And yes, that's what he was. Older Brother also mentioned that the guy went ballistic once they caught him, screaming something about the operator and gaining his master's love. He just thought the guy was nuts. I know better.
And here's what I don't get. Slender didn't need to go after my brother. Hell, I have an anxiety disorder that's making this whole thing 1000x worse. I know I'm putting on my brave face, but he must know how terrified I am. He doesn't need to go after people I know to break me. I'm not like you guys. He can break me all on his own. I admit this openly. So why go after my brother?
My current theory is that the proxy did it of his own volition. He mentioned earning his master's love, right? Maybe he thought that if he somehow hurt me through my brother, that would make Slender appreciate his services or something. Maybe he thought that they're just going after families now, after what happened to...
Dammit, I feel guilty now. I know there's no reason for it, but I do.
Jeff, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry.
Anyway...the point is, I don't think it was part of Slender's "let's f*ck with Alora" plan. He doesn't have to go past me or this sphere of bloggers to do that. He knows that. Everything he's thrown at me (the symbols, the guy who might be an agent, watching me at night, the sickness or exploitation of it) says that he knows that. He just has to keep this up. If he feeds on fear, I'll be like a four-star restaurant. Add that to the fact that I worry about you guys, and a lot of you are going through hell...
My head hurts.
I might not be able to keep up the research for a while. I can link up some stuff under the "Archives" tab if you guys find anything you think should be put in there, but the timeline is on hold for now. In fact, I think a lot of my version of "research" (read: data collection) is going to be on hold. I'm having a hard enough time writing this post. I seriously feel like shit. I need a break. I'm sorry. Once I stop feeling like my head is going to explode, I'll be back. Promise.
Jeff...Jeff, I'll be praying for you, okay? I don't know how much stock you put in that, but I will. I'm so sorry. Don't be afraid to walk away from this for a while, okay? You need time to mourn. No one will blame you for it.
Stay safe, guys.
~Alora
Monday, January 10, 2011
And Then Things Get Weirder
The other runner is gone. He left this evening. I can't say I blame him. Things got a little hairy on Saturday. You know who was popping up in broad daylight, still hovering around the other runner's house like a plague. Needless to say, so was I, which is part of the reason why I spent most of the day hiding in my room, reading, and trying not to have a meltdown.
The runner wasn't so fortunate. Saturday night he had to be dragged away from our front yard, where he was beating up one of the mini-trees by the house. It's a pretty skinny tree, and from a distance it probably would look like you know who. Still, you'd have to be a little crazy to completely confuse it for you know who. Then again, the other runner wasn't all there. And by "wasn't all there" I mean "absolutely screaming, raving nuts".
What really freaked me out was when I went outside to see what was going on. The runner looked right at me and started screaming, "You know! You've seen him too! You know and he's coming after you!"
I didn't sleep very well that night.
But this morning, the runner stopped by my house. He seemed perfectly sane, which was somehow creepier than him being insane.
The conversation (as near as I can remember it):
Runner: I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving.
Me: Uh...good?
Runner: I'm sorry about Saturday. I sort of lost it.
Me: It's okay. I mean, loosing it is perfectly understandable, all things considered.
Runner: Well, I just wanted to say "good luck". You're going to need it.
Me: Look, I told you, I'm not being followed by him. Honest.
Runner: But you've seen him. You know. You should be careful anyway.
Me: Well...thanks for the advice, I guess.
Runner: Well, that's all. Goodbye.
Me: Bye. [I closed the door, then remembered something and flung it back open] Wait! What's your...?
But it was too late. He was already gone.
I haven't seen you know who again since the other runner left, so I'm guessing he went after the other runner. The fact that my cold has let considerably supports this (if my theory about his prescience making it worse is correct, anyway).
I hope the other runner will be okay.
~Alora
Happiness Aid of the Day: Sing it with me now: Na na na na na na na na na na na...
The runner wasn't so fortunate. Saturday night he had to be dragged away from our front yard, where he was beating up one of the mini-trees by the house. It's a pretty skinny tree, and from a distance it probably would look like you know who. Still, you'd have to be a little crazy to completely confuse it for you know who. Then again, the other runner wasn't all there. And by "wasn't all there" I mean "absolutely screaming, raving nuts".
What really freaked me out was when I went outside to see what was going on. The runner looked right at me and started screaming, "You know! You've seen him too! You know and he's coming after you!"
I didn't sleep very well that night.
But this morning, the runner stopped by my house. He seemed perfectly sane, which was somehow creepier than him being insane.
The conversation (as near as I can remember it):
Runner: I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving.
Me: Uh...good?
Runner: I'm sorry about Saturday. I sort of lost it.
Me: It's okay. I mean, loosing it is perfectly understandable, all things considered.
Runner: Well, I just wanted to say "good luck". You're going to need it.
Me: Look, I told you, I'm not being followed by him. Honest.
Runner: But you've seen him. You know. You should be careful anyway.
Me: Well...thanks for the advice, I guess.
Runner: Well, that's all. Goodbye.
Me: Bye. [I closed the door, then remembered something and flung it back open] Wait! What's your...?
But it was too late. He was already gone.
I haven't seen you know who again since the other runner left, so I'm guessing he went after the other runner. The fact that my cold has let considerably supports this (if my theory about his prescience making it worse is correct, anyway).
I hope the other runner will be okay.
~Alora
Happiness Aid of the Day: Sing it with me now: Na na na na na na na na na na na...
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Interesting...
Anyone who's seen my twitter may have noticed I had an indirect run-in with you know who yesterday. For those of you who haven't seen the tweets, here they are:
My first thought: He's not after me this time, oh thank God. My second: I have to talk to whoever he IS after.
But that would be awkward, because the particular house you know who seemed to be staking out is home to a large family, and I barely know any of them. It's not like I could just walk up to the door and ask, "Hey, any of you guys been stalked by a humanoid abomination lately?"
Anyway, today I happened to be looking out the window across the street when I noticed that the driveway had a line of operator symbols across it, right in front of the garage door. And one of said family members (one of the boys) was out there, drawing more of the things. I figured, hey, we're in the same boat, I should go talk to him. So I grab my coat and go across the street to see if he's in the mood for a chat.
The conversation was...interesting.
Me: Hi.
[The other runner (still don't know his name) ignores me entirely]
Me: ...Are you okay?
Runner: I'm fine.
Me: Are you sure? 'Cause that's a lot of Operator symbols. Don't you think that's overkill?
Runner: *eyes me suspiciously* How do you know about this?
Me: Welll...I just, uh...
Runner: Is he after you too?
Me: Well, he was but...look, are you okay? Do you need help?
Runner: *turns back to his operator symbols* I don't need your help.
Me: Are you sure? Because...
Runner: I don't need your help.
Me: Look, I saw...
Runner: *throws down his chalk and gets in my face* I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP.
[I'm assuming I made a sound closely resembling "meep" at this point.]
Me: I...well, I just saw him last night, and I wanted to make sure that you were okay, and...if you wanted any help...
Runner: No. I don't want help. I don't need help. [At this point he went back to his symbols] I'm going to leave in a few days. I'll be safe then. I just have to keep moving. I just have to keep moving.
[Once again, I found myself completely ignored]
Me: ...Are you sure you don't want any help? Because I know what you're going through...he was after me too a few weeks ago, and...
[About here I started coughing. As my blog/twitter followers know, I have a cold, so the coughing was completely unrelated to you know who...unfortunately, the runner didn't know that.]
Runner: *freaks out* What's wrong with you?
Me: I just...
Runner: He's following you too!
Me: I have a cold...
Runner: You brought him here!
Me: It's just a cold...
Runner: GET OFF OF MY LAWN! Just stay away from me! GO AWAY!!
I got out of there, fast. Seriously, that whole thing about runners sticking together and helping each other? Apparently, that never occurred to this dude. I'm guessing he's in the "paranoid" stage of insanity.
I'm facing a dilemma here. I don't want him to die, but I'm scared if I try to talk to him again, he'll kick my ass. And there is no way in hell I'm going directly after you know who to get him off that guy's back. No. Way. In hell.
I wish I could help, but I'm not sure there's anything I can do. What do you guys think? Should I do something, or hope for the best?
~Alora
P.S. You know how people say that you should stay upbeat and cheerful in an effort to stave off the insanity? Well, here. Have an adorable puppy. You'll thank me later. :)
Neighbor's dog started barking like nuts. Thought I saw someone walk around the corner of their house. I think the appropriate word is damn.
Oh hell. Oh hell he's outside. He's on the front lawn shit shit shit shit shit
Wait...wait, he's not looking in my window. He's looking across the street. The hell?
Freaking out here, but I'm not sure...I don't think he knows...hang on, tweet more in a second...
He's still there. Not watching me, watching the house across the street. Still really REALLY scared, though...
Okay, he left. Car went out of the driveway in the house across the street, I blink, poof. Gone. I think there's another runner here...
My first thought: He's not after me this time, oh thank God. My second: I have to talk to whoever he IS after.
But that would be awkward, because the particular house you know who seemed to be staking out is home to a large family, and I barely know any of them. It's not like I could just walk up to the door and ask, "Hey, any of you guys been stalked by a humanoid abomination lately?"
Anyway, today I happened to be looking out the window across the street when I noticed that the driveway had a line of operator symbols across it, right in front of the garage door. And one of said family members (one of the boys) was out there, drawing more of the things. I figured, hey, we're in the same boat, I should go talk to him. So I grab my coat and go across the street to see if he's in the mood for a chat.
The conversation was...interesting.
Me: Hi.
[The other runner (still don't know his name) ignores me entirely]
Me: ...Are you okay?
Runner: I'm fine.
Me: Are you sure? 'Cause that's a lot of Operator symbols. Don't you think that's overkill?
Runner: *eyes me suspiciously* How do you know about this?
Me: Welll...I just, uh...
Runner: Is he after you too?
Me: Well, he was but...look, are you okay? Do you need help?
Runner: *turns back to his operator symbols* I don't need your help.
Me: Are you sure? Because...
Runner: I don't need your help.
Me: Look, I saw...
Runner: *throws down his chalk and gets in my face* I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP.
[I'm assuming I made a sound closely resembling "meep" at this point.]
Me: I...well, I just saw him last night, and I wanted to make sure that you were okay, and...if you wanted any help...
Runner: No. I don't want help. I don't need help. [At this point he went back to his symbols] I'm going to leave in a few days. I'll be safe then. I just have to keep moving. I just have to keep moving.
[Once again, I found myself completely ignored]
Me: ...Are you sure you don't want any help? Because I know what you're going through...he was after me too a few weeks ago, and...
[About here I started coughing. As my blog/twitter followers know, I have a cold, so the coughing was completely unrelated to you know who...unfortunately, the runner didn't know that.]
Runner: *freaks out* What's wrong with you?
Me: I just...
Runner: He's following you too!
Me: I have a cold...
Runner: You brought him here!
Me: It's just a cold...
Runner: GET OFF OF MY LAWN! Just stay away from me! GO AWAY!!
I got out of there, fast. Seriously, that whole thing about runners sticking together and helping each other? Apparently, that never occurred to this dude. I'm guessing he's in the "paranoid" stage of insanity.
I'm facing a dilemma here. I don't want him to die, but I'm scared if I try to talk to him again, he'll kick my ass. And there is no way in hell I'm going directly after you know who to get him off that guy's back. No. Way. In hell.
I wish I could help, but I'm not sure there's anything I can do. What do you guys think? Should I do something, or hope for the best?
~Alora
P.S. You know how people say that you should stay upbeat and cheerful in an effort to stave off the insanity? Well, here. Have an adorable puppy. You'll thank me later. :)
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