They produced kitchen knives when I went out to ask them to leave, but they seemed to be rather conflicted about using them.
By which I mean they took them out and raised them to stab me, but seemed to be literally conflicting internally with themselves as they tried, their arms jerking awkwardly above them.
I used the opportunity to disarm them with my staff - which is a very long, very heavy stick - and although I think I may have broken a wrist or two, I reckon they would agree that we're probably all the better for it.
They ran off, but the police have been called. Rest assured, I have this under control.
Honestly what scares me more is that when I got back, I noticed those posts.
Made before I wrote the post just before going to deal with the... uh... maskies, we'll call them, and made... whilst I was at the computer, if timestamps are anything to go by.
And the messages they send...
I believe this is the work of the Slender Man. Robert Sagel's //construct// has reared its featureless, pale head again. I hear Thia opening the door now, and informing me that she got fish and chips for tea (which is lovely of her) and you can rest assured that as soon as we've eaten them, we'll be doing a lot of preparing for...
... visitations.
I have some microphones I've been waiting for an opportunity to test, and I also bought a household fire extinguisher, like the one I presume Robert used, for self defence. If I'm lucky, then when I use it, I'll be able to collect some of that substance - and he might have been a clinical technician for a pharmeceutical laboratory, but I'm a medical student at a London medical school, where our labs have things specifically for the analysis of these kinds of things, rather than whatever is needed to make a certain kind of drug.
And I have Thia too. Two heads are better than one.
...
And I have a nosebleed too now. Fuck. Sickness is piquing. He could be nearby right now.
But
hold on
the messages said that he wanted to meet us.
Slender Man Already Has
OH NO
ITS SOMETHING ELSE
Thursday 31 December 2015
Attackers
I counted three masked men - I presume from their stature they are men - entering the apartment building through my entrance no more than fifteen minutes ago. I thought little of it at the time and went back to my coursework.
But just now, on a whim, I decided I would check if anyone was at the door.
Lo and behold, through the eyehole I see three masked men standing there.
Now honestly this wouldn't concern me so much - I do live near a collection of particularly rowdy university students who couldn't give less of a fuck for much of the English Legal Code, and like to scare people, but generally have no ill intent other than that - but...
There's something about those masks, and Thia isn't home yet.
And I'm worried.
I'll go out and deal with them myself. I did Kung Fu for some time when I was a little younger, and attained the rank of assistant instructor, so I do have the ability to kick a little ass if I need it - and I've kept my bo staff.
I'll be back shortly to update you, assuming I'm not knocked out or killed or anything.
But just now, on a whim, I decided I would check if anyone was at the door.
Lo and behold, through the eyehole I see three masked men standing there.
Now honestly this wouldn't concern me so much - I do live near a collection of particularly rowdy university students who couldn't give less of a fuck for much of the English Legal Code, and like to scare people, but generally have no ill intent other than that - but...
There's something about those masks, and Thia isn't home yet.
And I'm worried.
I'll go out and deal with them myself. I did Kung Fu for some time when I was a little younger, and attained the rank of assistant instructor, so I do have the ability to kick a little ass if I need it - and I've kept my bo staff.
I'll be back shortly to update you, assuming I'm not knocked out or killed or anything.
fORgIVE my IMPOLITEneEss - anD my FAILinG ETiQueTTE
fORgIVE my IMPOLITEneEss - anD my FAILinG ETiQueTTE
Sunday 20 December 2015
BIG NEWS
Hello! I've been gone for some time. I'm sorry.
But I have big news. Good news.
Kind of.
Zero((sage)) is dead, too. Or presumed as such. All the second generation sages are gone. Their plan to defeat/weaken the Slenderman- or //construct// as I think Robert((sage)) liked referring to it as- was, as far as I can tell, a complete and utter failure.
But! BUT!
They were totally barking up the right tree.
For example, Robert((sage)) discovered this... substance... thing... From what I can tell, it is begotten of the Slenderman itself, and, when used correctly, appears to cause it some minor harm, or pain, judging from the reported reaction.
The reported reaction was instant disapparation, and screaming.
I quote.
"I caused that fucker pain." - Robert Sagel
Fucking brilliant, Robert! My friend, I applaud you! You might save our fucking lives!
But, that's not all.
I think Rob here found a way into Slenderman's home! Something to do with a shed, it's kind of vague, but judging from the context of the travel involved, it seems like the Slenderman has to open semi-permanent doorways to and from its home dimension around and nearby its targets and victims.
The door opens both ways.
That's... oddly comforting, actually. I don't imagine I could survive long in there, but it is a nice thought that, if I wanted to, I could also intrude on this thing's home too.
It also means I can, potentially, probe it - maybe to get some of this 'substance' referred to by Robert.
And all of this is backed up by...
Yeah.
Their deaths.
When they started going up the right routes and down the right paths, the //construct// upped its ante considerably. It stopped playing a game, and started playing at something more akin to war.
And they were all rather dead in short order.
So really, there is good news. They were right, and I can build on it.
But it also comes with a warning.
If I begin building on it, how long will I survive?
More importantly - more importantly by far - how long will she survive? If I can keep Thia out of this, I will. She's... already scarred, I fear.
I'll keep her safe.
Farewell for now - and may we all live on 'til morning!
But I have big news. Good news.
Kind of.
Zero((sage)) is dead, too. Or presumed as such. All the second generation sages are gone. Their plan to defeat/weaken the Slenderman- or //construct// as I think Robert((sage)) liked referring to it as- was, as far as I can tell, a complete and utter failure.
But! BUT!
They were totally barking up the right tree.
For example, Robert((sage)) discovered this... substance... thing... From what I can tell, it is begotten of the Slenderman itself, and, when used correctly, appears to cause it some minor harm, or pain, judging from the reported reaction.
The reported reaction was instant disapparation, and screaming.
I quote.
"I caused that fucker pain." - Robert Sagel
Fucking brilliant, Robert! My friend, I applaud you! You might save our fucking lives!
But, that's not all.
I think Rob here found a way into Slenderman's home! Something to do with a shed, it's kind of vague, but judging from the context of the travel involved, it seems like the Slenderman has to open semi-permanent doorways to and from its home dimension around and nearby its targets and victims.
The door opens both ways.
That's... oddly comforting, actually. I don't imagine I could survive long in there, but it is a nice thought that, if I wanted to, I could also intrude on this thing's home too.
It also means I can, potentially, probe it - maybe to get some of this 'substance' referred to by Robert.
And all of this is backed up by...
Yeah.
Their deaths.
When they started going up the right routes and down the right paths, the //construct// upped its ante considerably. It stopped playing a game, and started playing at something more akin to war.
And they were all rather dead in short order.
So really, there is good news. They were right, and I can build on it.
But it also comes with a warning.
If I begin building on it, how long will I survive?
More importantly - more importantly by far - how long will she survive? If I can keep Thia out of this, I will. She's... already scarred, I fear.
I'll keep her safe.
Farewell for now - and may we all live on 'til morning!
~ Kev Elliot
PS: I managed to find the time and safety to see The Force Awakens. Fucking brilliant film. See it immediately.
Saturday 5 December 2015
He is everywhere
My God. This thing. It's everywhere.
Everywhere I look, I find myself trembling, expecting him to be there. I turn every corner reluctantly, and catch myself both looking over my shoulder every five seconds, and filled with nothing but dread at what might be lurking behind me suddenly.
And those posts.
I didn't make them! I swear! Neither did Thia! My only conclusion is that IT must have made them.
But hope is not lost.
I have found, as I'm sure I've said, the smoking wreckage of an old blog.
It calls itself White Elephants - I guess because this slender wanker is the metaphorical White Elephant. You can't not think about once you do - and it's run by Robert Sagel.
Or it was.
As best as I can tell, he is very very very very very very dead. And I'm a medical student, you can trust my opinion on that more than most people's. Something about trees. Gruesome. Didn't read much further - but then perhaps I should have.
But I know a lot more now than I did before.
For one thing, slender dude is actually called The Slender Man. It's fitting, if nothing else. Though I don't know why nobody seems to call him 'Faceless Bastard' because that is pretty fitting too.
I also found out that Robert((Sage)) used a title system. Quite novel, but also quite charming. If it were in a more lighthearted context I might encourage him to write a book.
Well, no. If it weren't real I would encourage him to write a book.
And if he weren't dead.
But anyway, Robert was a ((Sage)) meaning that he was looking for truth and knowledge about this Slender Man. There were two others, and together they researched Sword, Shield, and Shroud.
Sword was Robert's I believe, and it was offense-centric indeed. Its entire sphere of study was based around finding ways to harm and/or kill it - Slender Man, I mean. I don't know all that much about the others, as I've yet to happen across their own blogs, but I am looking, and I know that Shield is - quite obviously - methods of protection from Slender Man, and that Shroud is - not as obviously - researching his origins, probably as part of some 'greater scope plan' in which they not only send him back to whatever bastard dimension he hails from, but in which they also keep him there.
There's also some interesting stuff about Tulpa Theory. I shall be looking into that in particular, as I believe from how he mentions it that it is, in fact, a theory related to The Shroud - Slender Man's origins - and it could prove very useful indeed.
Thia is...
She'll be fine. She has me, and I have her. We'll be fine. We'll be absolutely fine.
I don't know about poor Zack though. My friend of many years now has gone totally silent. You hardly knew him - as you only knew him through me - but he was (is) an excellent person. Absolutely outstanding in his morality.
He once marched against a Britain First (dirty fascists) march on his own. He wasn't on his own for very long, but he kept them halted and immovable - somehow - for a good 15 minutes, in the middle of Leeds, all by his lonesome, until the crowd decided he was a leader, and started following.
The world needs people like him. I hope dearly he still draws breath.
And, as for you...
I hope dearly you never have cause to fear like this. I hope dearly, to all the Gods, fictional and false though they might well be, that you are safe from this monster.
I don't care who you are, you do not deserve this.
Good night, and may we all live on 'til morning, 'ere the sun rises.
Everywhere I look, I find myself trembling, expecting him to be there. I turn every corner reluctantly, and catch myself both looking over my shoulder every five seconds, and filled with nothing but dread at what might be lurking behind me suddenly.
And those posts.
I didn't make them! I swear! Neither did Thia! My only conclusion is that IT must have made them.
But hope is not lost.
I have found, as I'm sure I've said, the smoking wreckage of an old blog.
It calls itself White Elephants - I guess because this slender wanker is the metaphorical White Elephant. You can't not think about once you do - and it's run by Robert Sagel.
Or it was.
As best as I can tell, he is very very very very very very dead. And I'm a medical student, you can trust my opinion on that more than most people's. Something about trees. Gruesome. Didn't read much further - but then perhaps I should have.
But I know a lot more now than I did before.
For one thing, slender dude is actually called The Slender Man. It's fitting, if nothing else. Though I don't know why nobody seems to call him 'Faceless Bastard' because that is pretty fitting too.
I also found out that Robert((Sage)) used a title system. Quite novel, but also quite charming. If it were in a more lighthearted context I might encourage him to write a book.
Well, no. If it weren't real I would encourage him to write a book.
And if he weren't dead.
But anyway, Robert was a ((Sage)) meaning that he was looking for truth and knowledge about this Slender Man. There were two others, and together they researched Sword, Shield, and Shroud.
Sword was Robert's I believe, and it was offense-centric indeed. Its entire sphere of study was based around finding ways to harm and/or kill it - Slender Man, I mean. I don't know all that much about the others, as I've yet to happen across their own blogs, but I am looking, and I know that Shield is - quite obviously - methods of protection from Slender Man, and that Shroud is - not as obviously - researching his origins, probably as part of some 'greater scope plan' in which they not only send him back to whatever bastard dimension he hails from, but in which they also keep him there.
There's also some interesting stuff about Tulpa Theory. I shall be looking into that in particular, as I believe from how he mentions it that it is, in fact, a theory related to The Shroud - Slender Man's origins - and it could prove very useful indeed.
Thia is...
She'll be fine. She has me, and I have her. We'll be fine. We'll be absolutely fine.
I don't know about poor Zack though. My friend of many years now has gone totally silent. You hardly knew him - as you only knew him through me - but he was (is) an excellent person. Absolutely outstanding in his morality.
He once marched against a Britain First (dirty fascists) march on his own. He wasn't on his own for very long, but he kept them halted and immovable - somehow - for a good 15 minutes, in the middle of Leeds, all by his lonesome, until the crowd decided he was a leader, and started following.
The world needs people like him. I hope dearly he still draws breath.
And, as for you...
I hope dearly you never have cause to fear like this. I hope dearly, to all the Gods, fictional and false though they might well be, that you are safe from this monster.
I don't care who you are, you do not deserve this.
Good night, and may we all live on 'til morning, 'ere the sun rises.
~ Kev Elliot
PS: Left this open without posting for 15 minutes while I looked through that blog some more - THERE ARE MORE SAGES! New ones! Generation 2! A second coming! I... haven't seen them yet, and their mentions are as old as the first blog, so it's possible they've been found and killed too, by Slender Man, or by this bastard proxies I keep seeing mentioned, but there is hope! They are led by a man named Zero, and I hope dearly that I can speak with him soon!
I will keep you informed!
Good night, and may we all live on 'til morning, 'ere the glorious, glorious sun rises!
~ Kev Elliot, in some small, happy measure of Triumph
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