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...