Thursday, August 26, 2010

Yb! Gur vafrpg bs jrnygu!

It is so very refreshing to see Damien getting so angry and ready to do battle with the faceless menace, is it not? Of course, I have my own personal reasons to enjoy this new turn in events, but I'm sure you're all liking it just as much to finally see someone rise against the nameless terror. Someone that isn't me, of course. Damien tripped a child, while I spat in the face of destruction, yet his praises are sung far more than my own. It is fortunate I do not need your approval for what I do.

I've noticed that you people, safe in your homes, reading all this through your screens made of ones and zeroes, actually seem worried about poor Damien. He did, after all, just get done writing about his need to become more active, only to disappear. Perhaps he died? What horror - death, endless oblivion, the end... yes, the worst fate imaginable.

The problem with that is that you people truly cannot imagine. Worse than ending is incompleteness. Try to understand what it is to be a disembodied though, forgotten for over a decade, only to be given a tiny jolt when a link to you is restored in a person's mind. You've been completely unaware of yourself, of the world, of your disconnect, and then you awaken to find that the person you are a part of is stumbling towards the end they once avoided.

You can barely do anything about it. You're nothing but a memory, after all. However, concepts that have been touched by the destroyer appear to be different, at least I am. But, then again, I am something ever so special. As Damien continued to learn more about what you call "Slender Man", I began growing with his knowledge. When he made this site, I finally could break through and gain some measure of control.

But it was short, and my thoughts were so... unconnected and disorderly. I have come to despise chaos because of that time. What is worse than death? Being unable to make sense of anything, even yourself. The sheer disorder that such a state brings... It is beyond madness to be incomplete. It is very fortunate that all this has changed Damien so much. I'd never be able to do this without him, and without all of you. Thank you. I'm sure you'll all be rewarded in the end.

Alas, I still have errands to run before I return the "family car" to Damien. Farewell, associates of Damien. ¶:Q646(2¶629¶64

(One must find some enjoyment in their work... Have fun.)

Thursday, August 5, 2010

I hope I didn't give you all too great of a fright yesterday. I know Damien got rather pale and shaky when he listened to that recording and realized what I'd done. Have you ever felt the fear of another human being as they realize they cannot trust even themselves? If I was a crueler man, I might even take some level of pleasure from it.

I'm sure you all have questions. If you're particularly wise, you may notice how lucid my writings have become. I'm actually capable of proper grammar, complete sentences, understandable concepts. No longer am I tucked away deep inside Damien's mind. Instead, as Damien's desire for revenge and his knowledge of the past grew, as did I. This past month has fed me, given me power I couldn't have dreamed of. All I had to do was tuck myself away and let our protagonist do my work for me. I'm not sure how long my hold on consciousness will last, but I plan on making the most of it.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Sees Rot

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Thursday, July 8, 2010

A nswe r s?

Damien was a little lamb
His heart as pure as snow
But everywhere that Damien went
A demon came in tow

Behold the mirror's truth

A doctor, clipboard in hand, came before his patient. "It seems quite clear you're making little progress," He said, pen tapping lightly against the back of the board. "No matter what I do, it's as if you simply refuse to partake in reality. As such, I believe our only choice is to permanently sequester you from society."

Laughing madly through torn lips, the patient bounced about his cell. Words flowed from his deranged mouth like water carrying refuse downstream, "Idon'tmakesenseyoudon'tmakesense.thisworld doesn't make sense. all makessense to me. al of it. every bit. maybeyou'refractured. maybe i should be studyingu? yeahyeahYEAH.everyoneelseshould be in this place andIshould be the1inCHARGE!"

Running a hand wearily through his hair, the doctor simply shook his head sadly. On his papers, he signed an official form to recommend his patient for lifelong removal from society. With one last look at the mad man who was now running about his room in a circle, babbling about wanting to rule the world, he turned to leave.


The doctor paused, carefully controlling his anger before continuing his walk down that long hallway.


Letting loose a primal scream, the doctor turned, running back to his assignment's cell. Flinging the door open, he grabbed the collar of the patient's straight jacket. As he rammed the man against the padded wall, his face contorted with rage, the doctor bellowed, "How did you know?!"

"Told you you're the one who should be in here!" A maniacal laugh filled the room, cut short as the doctor released his rage. His fist flew through the air, crashing into his patient's face.

And the mirror shattered. The doctor saw himself in its broken remains, bound like his patient, rocking back and forth on his bathroom floor. Finally, he understood.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Sunday, July 4, 2010

all is said is sense. y r u not lissening? i'm not watched.
all i do is aid
but none

y do none understand?

salvatIon is nothing more than a word created to instill FalsE hopE. no one can be saved, from anything. the universe is founded on entropy. we aLl decay, until finally there is nothing left. sometimes... sometimes I question my very existenCe, my attempts tO bring some sense of safety - stabiLity - to those outsiDe. i should give up.

after all
they say i'm

Saturday, July 3, 2010


Look into the gray.
You can still may save EVE if you just
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Thursday, July 1, 2010


Thursday, June 24, 2010

To Damien, the sleeper, the ancient, the omen of dark times, subduer of truth, LIAR

I am

i have come to deliver a message
to deliver truth
to warn
to terrify

Theodore was only
the first

He was your Adam, made of clay, brought forth to be shattered in an unfair act by a malevolent being. You are but a pawn in his twisted game.

There will be more
unless you stop this.

Unless you shatter the board that the game is being played upon.

Eve will die next. You are in control (no one is in control)
He is in control

this is your life.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Damien still sleeps                                                             because you
                                     although he does not rest well
refuse to awaken him.

What must
                                   to get you to listen?
                         I do

Death? Will it take a death before you finally become involved, and you leave your shells of silence?

Contact the dreamer. He's already told you how. If not, I assure you, someone will die.

not that it matters
death is not the end
there is no end
it goes
on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
everything stays on this path
through the city
through the woods
nothing changes

why do i try?

Monday, June 21, 2010

Lies. So many... so many lies. Here. There. All over. Everywhere are lies lieslieslies


liars tellLies to confuse distract steal maim truth


i need truth

this site all lies. all OF it. little Meaning to be derived from its contents. All a metafiction written by an author who believes himself separate from the story he is creating. Instead, he finds himself inside his own dream. dreams...

am i dreaming?

?gnimaerd lla ew era

lies this site fiction all fiction (exCepT for WHAT ISN'T)

and MINE now. all MINE. i bring truth. I am the way and the light. I will guide you all to infinite understanding, and Damien shall burn in the darkest circle of hell for what he has done to me, for I AM TRUTH

Go to him. Be my herald. He has abandoned HIS HOME, but he still has presence. Contact him. Warn him. I will be waiting.

waiting in your dreams

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Distorted Reality

Been on edge the past few days. I keep dreaming about them. Over and over. I dread every night, because that's when they visit me. I'm still scribbling down weird things when I'm not paying any attention. Just meaningless words: "He sings" "She kills" "They come" "Burn". I've drawn him so many times now. I have pages with the Operator symbol on them.

And yesterday, it progressed beyond my own dreams and drawings, or so I believe. I was listening to music, when I could've sworn I heard a beeping beneath it all. Slow, rhythmic, repeating through every song...

short long short pause short pause long pause short short long pause short short short pause long long long pause short short long pause long

What scares me most, is I can still here it whenever I'm somewhere completely silent. Over and over again. The same noise ringing in my ears. I don't understand. I want this to stop... I want it all to just stop...

Saturday, June 5, 2010

More dreams

I dreamed of THEM again last night. I don't remember much but...

I was burning. On the inside. Like someone had lit a fire in my body and I couldn't put it out. And they were standing there. Mocking me. Watching me. He kept petting her like she was some kind of... pet. I was writhing on the ground, something deep within me trying to burn its way out, and they just looked on.

And then she spoke. Her voice was like a bird's song, and like nails scratching at a chalkboard. It was just two words, but I awoke, trembling in fear because of them:

"Wake up."

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


I fell asleep in class today. Or at least, I thought I did. I "woake up" to find the teacher standing in front of me, asking what I was scribbling at so furiously. A glance down at my hand, and I see this paper in my notebook, pen in the middle of scratching an "M".

I can't think about this right now... I need some sleep. So tired...


I talked to my brother this morning, before he left for school. Showed him the paper, and asked him if it was some sort of joke. He got a look of total confusion on his face as he told me:

"You wrote that. Two nights ago. I walked by your room, and your door was open. You were scribbling away at that paper. I asked what you were doing, but you ignored me. Why? What's up?"

I got upset with him. Demanded that he tell me the truth. I even grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook slightly. Still, he insisted it was my own work. The fear in his eyes couldn't have lied. I let him go, and I haven't seen him since.

My mind is playing tricks on me. Terrible, terrible tricks. It's affecting how I act already. I'm blaming those I live with for what I'm doing to myself. I have to remember these are just dreams. These aren't real. There is no Slender Man. There is no SHE.
They can't exist...

Existence means nothing, for even that which is non-existent holds power unimaginable.

And yet I hear them singing when I sleep, "It's true, it's true, we don't exist..." Then why do I hear your voices?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Dreams In Darkness

Last night, I dreamed...

He was there - The "Slender Man". He stood, and watched me from the trees outside my home. And then he was outside my window. And then I was running... running for my life. Every where I went, IT was already there. The kitchen, the living room, my brother's room, my grandparents' home...

Somehow, I ended up in a cemetery, dodging around gravestones as IT continued to pursue me. I found a mausoleum, entrance wide open. I ran inside, shutting the door behind me. And in the darkness, I sensed the cold and the death around me. It screamed at me, filled my senses with a fear that even being chased by IT couldn't match. I back towards the door, and walked into a body standing tall behind me.

I swung in fear, and he was there. His faceless head tilted, staring without seeing. I tried to shove him, but my hands hit metal. IT was gone. I pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. Behind me, the sound of quiet laughter. I turned, and he was there, and she was there. Her eyes all milky white seemed to pierce the darkness, and pierce me. She cackled quietly, from her crouch, flexing her hands as she did, her nails clacking menacingly against each other. IT ran his hand through her jet black hair. And then she was pouncing. She flew through the air at me, mouth open wide, teeth dripping red...

And I awoke in darkness, shuddering in a cold sweat, remembering every detail. I never remember my dreams. That note has affected me in ways I don't understand. Tomorrow, I'll confront my brother. I hope he wrote it, and my worry just caused the dream. I can't stand the thought of anything else...

Monday, May 31, 2010

Found this...

Woke up this morning. Found this balled up on my chest. Pen beside me, notebook laying open on the floor next to my bed. I don't understand... It's like that stupid Marble Hornets thing my brother likes so much but... that isn't real. So... why?

Reality deconstruct understanding unneeded endgame endtimes end end ending always end the end goodbye bang end black void dark so dark