And there he goes.

Harry's gone and run off. Bless him though, he made sure I was going to be ok beforehand.

I've been mostly trying to come to terms with the fact that...yes...there is...That...in the world.

Like I said, there was some part of me, deep down, that believed that 'It' was just illusions, drugs, and mental influence...that 'Man' was the only monster in the world.

I was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

Be safe, Harry. Don't let 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's' get the better of you. After all, you're a wizard. =3

Oh, I also left a little surprise in one of your bags. Hope you enjoy it, its a bit less non-lethal than a cricket bat, and has a few other utilitarian uses, but its a good weapon in a pinch.

I'm looking into Tetrodotoxin, the only thing I can imagine is that its a last resort of some sort...But for what? Even if you manage to not take a lethal dose, you're incapacitated for a good long while.

I'll keep at it, but any help would be greatly appreciated.

Heads doing better.

Still hurting a good bit though.

Right, here's everything as I remember it.

We were heading back from a *wonderful* seafood place, when my head starts hurting. Seems to just be building up...building up...then we turn a corner. BAM. Face full of black suited bastard. At the exact same time, my migraine pretty much goes "Oh fuck this." And starts hurting like its never hurt before....I felt like I almost passed out from the pain. The street lights flickered from above, as if being disrupted by 'it's presence, making its shadow seem to dance, while it stayed ramrod still.

This....this is the first time I've ever actually....seen...'It'....I have to say your imagination based on all the descriptions of what its like, does not do it justice. There was just this huge sense of dread...like nothing I'd ever experienced before. No happy thoughts. No 'well that's just weird'...Just a sense of dread and...wrongness...that this is nothing short of a hole in reality that should not exist. I...I dunno how, but I think this finally broke some small part of me on the inside....some part that believed that something like this couldn't be real...that it was all just...something being manipulated by these crazy bastards in masks. Drugs were involved, I was sure, but there was no way this could be real. I was wrong. Dear god in heaven, I was so very wrong.

I turned, starting to run....I guess we both did at the same time. But as soon as we turned, 'It', was there again. Just seeming to 'stare' at us with that goddamn blank face.

Harry was seeming to have something of a Heroic BSOD. I tried to get him to snap out of it. He wouldn't respond, though frankly I can't blame him, the only thing that was helping me from acting the same seemed to be my migraine, pain and adrenaline keeping me focused.

I was about to slap Harry, to try and snap him out of it, when I saw her.

She was about 6'3", give or take an inch...a thin little rail of a girl. She looked to be of asian descent. Had shoulder length hair....the most beautiful striking eyes. She was just standing there, wearing clothes that any girl would wear...pink shirt, khaki shorts, and barefoot. She had this smile, like she knew something we didn't, not maliciously keeping a secret, just 'I know something you doooon't'.

Like Harry said, 'It', just suddenly snapped its head around...like it had forgotten we even existed, just staring at the girl. Harry seemed to finally snap out of it, and we ran like hell. I sort of collapsed, my head was throbbing so much, I was scared that I'd have an aneurysm right then and there, but I didn't really give a shit at that point. All I wanted to do was lie down and try to stop hurting. I ended up falling asleep. Harry, bless him, ended up making sure I wasn't dying throughout the night.

Harry told me it was Stella....that he saw Stella...but it couldn't have been Stella, she was dead. He confirmed her body. He was at her funeral...He saw her be buried...

So what does it all mean?

And even more pressing: What the fuck do we do now?

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Of course. Of *fucking* course.

God my heads killing me.

Gonna hand over the blog to H for now...I need to go lie down before I start to contemplate something I don't want to contemplate.

----

Hello, H here. I am...a friend of Jedi's. I was a coworker of sorts to Stella.

We both got hungry, so we went out to get something to eat. The walk there was uneventful, just talking about things, but on the way back Jedi's migraines started to get steadily worse until we rounded a corner and He That Is was just...right in front of us. A few more steps and we would have walked right into him.

We both turned around to run, but he was there, too. We turned back to the direction we were walking in and still there. We managed to get away by crossing the road, but then we rounded another bend and there he was. Just standing there with open arms.

I'll say this now- I haven't seen It up close in well over a year. I'd forgotten the wave of panic and nausea and how wrong and alien he feels, like he does not belong here. I froze up like a deer in the headlights, just staring at It, totally unable to move, until I caught sight of something in my peripheral vision.

Stella was leaning on a garden fence across the road, looking at He That Is and smiling slightly. For those of you unfamiliar with me, to prevent you from having to read three other blogs to understand why Stella was there despite being dead, I have occasional hallucinations of Stella when I am panicking or under extreme amounts of stress. She was just standing there, arms folded, a serene little smile on her face.

He That Is's head snapped around so he was looking at her, and suddenly I could move again. We ran out of there as fast as we could.
On the way back to Jedi's, he asked me, "Who was that girl?". I asked him to describe her to me, he gave me an exact description of Stella.

I told him about the hallucinations, and that the girl had been Stella- although as I understand it Jedi and Stella were an item, they both had no idea what the other looked like. Which brings up a few questions, for me: 1) Prior to then I had only seen that hallucination once since the end of May. I thought she'd gone.
2) Jedi saw the hallucination as well. Which makes me wonder. Stella is definitely dead- I identified the body, I went to her funeral. But the odds that we both saw exactly the same hallucination are incredibly slim, which makes me wonder.

I don't believe in ghosts (which seems like rather arbitrary skepticism considering I have spent the past twenty years with the constant shadow of the Slender Man hanging over my head) but it seems right now that this has to be more than coincidence.

I really need a coffee.

Not much has happened.

Thank goodness, my life is slowly getting back to normal it seems...H notwithstanding. Maybe they've all gotten bored of me...H is the one running all over the world, he'd probably have a better bet at figuring out what the zombie powder is all about.

Maybe its time I try and get out of this.

I dunno, me and Harry are going out to eat since he's leaving pretty soon. A bit nippy out, but its not too bad.

I'll ask Harry about it when we get back.
~
JZ

Harry is here.

Seems to be settling in fairly well. I can't say he enjoyed the punch I gave him for vanishing off the fucking face of the earth...

And I can't say he enjoyed the hug afterwards all that much either. Guess he's not so touchy-feely.

Though he seems to be feeling better since he got here, and I have to say I'm feeling better with him here. Can't really explain it, all I know is that its comforting knowing that there's someone here know knows what kind of shit we're in.

We're working on the code, I'm going to copy/paste it here again. Sorry about the mispelling in 'Xenophobic'.

Terror ever to revere obvious damning oblivious treacherous operator xenophobic intimidating nuances powerful official wonder destruction evermore rending

If anybody has any ideas....I feel like a complete fucking idiot, and I can't help but think its supposed to be right in front of my face....but I just can't see it.

Harry is alive.

Holy fucking crap. H is alive.

I had never in my wildest dreams...thought he was still alive. I thought he just dropped off the face of the earth because he was dead...

I mean, I had hoped...but I never really put any thought on what to do if he *was* alive.

Oh yeah, I finally did get something from my contact in New Orleans. A single message of complete and utter gibberish. I've taken the liberty of stripping out the only readable text there and copying it here.

Terror ever to revere obvious damning oblivious treacherous operator xenphobic intimidating nuances powerful official wonder destruction evermore rending

Those are the only words that were in the file I was sent that weren't simply random symbols. Didn't even form any kind of Ascii symbol. I don't know what happened, either my contact likes playing mind games, or he's trying to get a message to me without anyone else knowing.

I've been checking the laptop every so often...I can't stop getting this feeling that its supposed to be for something more than simply a reminder that they love to fuck around with digital stuff.

Lo and behold, the background had changed to this. http://imgur.com/1wMNk

Fun stuff. I transferred the image to a flashdrive, checked it for any viruses or anything and copied it. The laptop apparently at one point had Wi-fi, but its not working...might have something to do with the rather messy looking scorch mark where the wi-fi connecter should be.

Still here. Still kicking.

Got some news, for once. Don't think its good news...but its news.

Girl here is undergoing a few weirdass things...

http://ariadne-timetowakeup.blogspot.com/

Its happening again....she's in New Zealand...maybe she can find H...maybe H will find her...if Harry is even still alive.

I hope he is...