Gonna be spending christmas with the family.

Heres hoping nothing goes wrong.

I'll be studying up on things regarding this zombie powder. I have a hypothesis.

Haven't seen that...'Thing' again.

Though I've another hypothesis on that too.

Thank you DLBM

Thanks to the skillful codebreaking abilities of DLBM, the code has been figured out.

God I feel like a fucking moron.

You have become a nuisance to our master.
Come to us.
Join us.
Become one of us.
You will be spared.
If you do not.
Everything will turn black.


and of course 'SEE YOU'.

But how have I become a nuisance?

Unless happening to bump into 'It', makes me a nuisance....or could it be about the tetrodotoxin I'm researching?

Then again it could be fucking anything. Not like these people...or 'It' seems to follow much of a logic.

Seems calm

I haven't seen 'It' since that day. Maybe it just was after H and I got caught in the crossfire? No, that makes no sense. It would have made sure I couldn't see it...tried to lure us apart...

Tetrodotoxin...The paralysis is very quick. The victims remain aware at all times.

Could it be that it has something to do with what Ariadne is going through? 'Waking up'? I don't know...

I checked the laptop again. There was a text file on the desktop that wasn't there before.

It was all just random jumbles...maybe someone out there can give it a try of making sense of it.


Uoy vah ebe moc nae Siu cna ote ruo sam ret.
Oc tEm suo
Ioj sun.
Ceb Emo eno ufo s
UoY liw ebl aps der
Yfi duO ono t
Eve tyr nih iwg tll nrU alb kc



And yes, I already checked.
The first letters spell UOICUYE

So unless its some sort of acronym or anagram, I don't know what the fuck it means.

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...

Well the voodoo thing hasn't panned out yet.

However apparently I have been added to the 'Slenderp spam list', I've been getting damn near unending messages, talking about how we're all damned and the only chance of survival is joining them.

my contact with the Voodoo connection seems to have just dropped off the face of the earth. I managed to hunt down what I think his number is, but he never picked up.

Starting to worry about this... Though I'm not sure if this is completely bad news, or good news....Good news in that if this is something that has potential, they would move to stifle it...and bad news in that apparently this isn't very common knowledge. If they are moving to stifle all this, it wouldn't be too hard to do so.

Got a line on the 'voodoo' thing.

I left a few messages here and there at supposed voodoo hotspots. Someone mailed me just now, asking why I seek such 'power'.

I replied that it was in regards to a being commonly referred to as the Slender Man.

Haven't received a response yet, I will transcribe it when I do.

Cross your fingers, maybe this will help.

Mourner?

Wee. I have a title. The Mourner. Fitting, but rather depressing. Then again I'm usually depressed nowadays.

I spent three weeks down in Louisianna, following a lead on some sort of voodoo ritual I was reading about...Something about the 'shadow man'...Depicted much like our tall slender friend. Supposedly it would keep him at bay, and if performed at the proper time would bind him. But I'm kind of doubting its sincerity now. I looked everywhere all over New Orleans. Only places I could find were crappy tourist traps that sold 'voodoo dolls' and other crap.

Still, something to keep an eye out for.

Starting to have nightmares again. Blackness, a face in the darkness, trees looming over me. I keep waking up and having my migraine pounding. Headaches are a pain, even worse so when its chronic.

The laptop battery seems to have died. Or something happened to the screen. Lights come on, but nothing appears on the screen.

I finally figured out what drrupi means.

On the Qwerty keyboards, if you type on the wrong row of keys without looking, you'll get weird looking messages that follow a sort of logic, but still generally gibberish.

One key to the right.

D = S
R = E
U = Y
P = O
I = O

SEEYOU.

Very witty numbnuts.

I'm still alive

Sorry for the delays. Family business got in the way. At least they seem to be safe.

Keep getting bugged about how I got so injured. Stitches came out finally, though. I seem to be healing up quickly.

Migraine keeps acting up though, not sure if its just me having a chronic migraine, or some shit with all this crap.

I'd love to try and show the .txt files, but for some reason when I try and copy/paste them onto the blog, it comes out blank. And its mostly a bunch of random letters jumbled together, or so it seems.

I finally finished checking the laptop. I found one hidden file, and one alone. Its heavily encrypted, and needs a password. The file name is "DRRUPI" Anybody have any clue what that might mean?

Laptop

I bit the bullet and started to go over the laptop like a man obsessed. I'm not really finding anything much, a few .TXT files that are the generic bullshit. "HEISWATCHING" and all that. I'll upload a transcription soon, maybe there's something I missed.

Been left alone, as of late. I think the...brutal reaction to Two Face sort of surprised them, so they're backing off a bit.

That or they just want me to stew for a bit.

conclusion

Something in me just...snapped. It was like everything became blood red...It was like something out of a movie, I didn't even think about doing anything, it just...happened...it was like I wasn't even in control anymore. I threw the crowbar at her, causing her to duck...and I just leapt on her. Like a fucking animal. I have only flashes of memories, of what happened. I remember feeling a blade stuck in my side, while my hands were wrapped around her throat, squeezing tightly...watching her eyes bulge out as she tried to get me to let go.

Next flash, I apparently had gotten the crowbar again. She'd gone limp, but apparently I didn't care. I can't...begin to describe what I did...what I watched myself do. I just didn't stop hitting until there was nothing left...just a mass of flesh, bone, and sinew. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. She deserved it. She deserved to die. But she was still someone's child...and I feel sick for them. For if they ever do I.D. her corpse, someone has to be told that their baby girl is dead.

I finally seemed to come to, the rage having drained out of me, and everything was starting to catch up. I realized how cold it was, my eye was burning, apparently during the melee she had managed to cut across my eye, and I realized how much blood I had lost. I had sunk down against a wall, not sure what to do. I grabbed my cell phone, almost about to dial 911, but I stopped. No cop, or jury, or anybody, would ever believe that this was self defense. Not with her body looking like it did. Only thing I could think of to do, was try and leave a message to anyone I could.

I posted to the comments on the RT blog. I heard footsteps coming. And I saw, peeking around a corner, one of those fucking masks...I passed out, likely due to blood loss.

I woke up in a hospital. The doctors telling me that I'd been attacked, and some anonymous good samaritan had delivered me there. Even going so far as to hide their appearance with a strange mask. They said my injuries were severe but I was surprisingly healing quickly, and fairly well. They hadn't expected me to pull through with a gut injury and with all the blood I'd lost. I was in a daze most of the time I was there...A mixture of emotional turmoil and drugs to kill the pain as they stitched me back together. Finally I was dropped off at home.

Among my personal items, was included a backpack. It has a laptop inside of it...fairly generic cheap-o laptop. I've already disabled its webcam, but I'm sitting here, looking at it. Not sure if should mess with it or not. There was a message taped to it. "SOMETHING YOU MIGHT NEED"

~
JZ

Continuation

I realized that it was all real. That it was me, not my character, that fell in love with that girl...with Stella Mackenzie. That Two Face bitch murdered her, and came for me too. I haven't heard from Harry...I only pray he's still alive. If not, I'm sorry for all the shit I put him through. No matter how much we butted heads, he never deserved anything like this.

My character....rather, I, spent a few months. Trying to figure out how to bring her back...it'd been done before. It could be done again, I said. the Reintegration Tablet offered advice, but told me that it would not be wise. That there would be a price...Nothing I did seemed to work. I'm still looking now, but I've just about given up hope.

Then that bitch Two Face attacked me. I was walking past the burnt down remnants of a house, nearby my own, creepiest place I've ever seen. I heard a crying sound, figuring someone had been messing around and hurt themselves, I went to check it out. She was there, knife at the ready. I barely recognized her from the description, she was so thin. Like she'd not eaten in ages.

She kept going on and on about how she killed Stella. How it was such an amazing thrill and how she was going to do the same to me, as a favor, so I could be there with Stella in hell. How she'd be so kind and lay me down next to Stella in death.

Bitch didn't expect me to be armed. She was fast with that knife, but she didn't even seem interested in blocking. I smacked her around a bit with the crowbar...I'd be lying if I didn't get a satisfied feeling from hearing a crack when I hit her elbow. Other than a few key points, its pretty much a big blur, I was going on instinct, and what I know of martial arts.

I zigged when I should have zagged, unfortunately, and she managed to slice open my chest. Still a bit sore, and the stitches'll be there for a while. No permanent damage, just a deep cut. This seemed to really set her off, giggling like a lunatic. We went back to the fight, that...incessant giggling. That fucking giggling, she told me how she killed Stella. Used her as decorations, as practice for the others. How Stella screamed for me in the end, and how I couldn't save her.

Sorry...just...give me a minute. this...this is still kind of some fucked up shit, and I'm having trouble getting it all out.

God help me for what I've done.

Stella is gone.

Right, figured I might as well get my own blog going...maybe I can help some people out there. Maybe not. I don't know. And I frankly don't give a rats ass.

Its been a few days since I was released from the hospital, so I figured I might as well write my story so far...at least have some sort of message for the future, should I somehow get my dumbass killed.

It all started with me finding some of those blogs. You know the ones...The one I mostly followed was "Exilis Veritas.", (roughly translated from Latin, Slender Truth.) I got into it. I thought it was all just a game. Just a stupid alternate reality game. I loved the spooky stories, and I loved the shivers running up and down my spine. It was fun, and I actually seemed to have an impact, make a difference. Then it all went to hell.

My 'character', really just me, had fallen in love with one of the people there. She was a sweet girl, with a tragic past. Her Tumblr was Nova Tenebria....things didn't go so well.

I kept at it, thinking this was such an awesome game, but just a game. Just some made up thing, it couldn't really be true, could it? The world was such a safe place. We had plenty of real life horrors to fight, so it was nice to simply pretend to fight off another other worldly horror. That's all it was to me. A game.

Until I started to see them.

Small hints of movement out of the corners of my eyes, people ducking around corners, behind trees, whenever I turned to look. Hints of people in masks. Some looking downright psychotic. It came to a head when I saw one stalking me as I headed home from a friends house, that's when I started carrying a crowbar wherever I went. I can't afford a gun, and while I know how to use one, I can't even afford the license for one.

I've got a pellet rifle at my house, but I can't very well walk around waving it around, so I've simply kept a crowbar on me at all times. They seem to not use guns in general anyway, too loud, too messy, and too easy to trace. Not to mention with all the taxes on ammunition, at least in America, it doesn't work out for the frugal psychopath.

They've not really bothered me. Just seeming to observe. This is actually the first time any of them have fucked with me, and I really don't think that that...bitch, was following any orders other than the ones in her twisted little mind.

Gotta take my meds, damn pain killers. I'll write more later.
~JZ