-1? Well at least it's not a square

Could have responded in the comments but that seems just silly with how long it's been since my last post, which i'll explain shortly.

I have no idea what -1 is.

I have no idea how it got on my blog. Or why it would be posted.

For all I know it could be some hacker. Or it could be something paranormal screwing with me.

What I do know is that I didn't post it. Or taking into consideration that there are a multitude of things that make people do things without them realizing it, I have no recollection of posting it.

Now as for the city. I haven't been posting or making comments because of how that place shook me up. I'm not entirely comfortable talking about it now, but I feel like I should.

Warning: While i'll try to remain as calm as possible I may come across as a rambling mad man.

I was walking home from a quick store run when it occurred. Everything went into and out of focus and I felt like I was falling forward and backward at the same time. Falling up would be another way to put it I suppose.

When it stopped I was in the middle of the city again. With all of it's storefronts saying exactly what they weren't just like before. Only this time I didn't have the advantage of Dream Knowledge to help guide me through the twisted maze. And unlike before there was more life to the city. Cars driving backwards with no drivers mostly. But I did kept catching a glimpse of the Nurse from before. I tried to chase after her but she was always  just out of reach.

I...can't talk about what happened after I chased her. It was like walking into a living nightmare played half in reverse and half in fast forward. I'm still not sure how I returned here. But one thing I do know is that I'm torn.

The reason is that like the felt time I was there the city felt like 'home', and I want to discover more about the place, find out why it's there and why it's so twisted. But, i'm also afraid of what will happen to me if I should return.

Returned from the City

I feel ill because of all of this. But I need to get at least a brief on this down.

I don't know how best to describe what happened. Have you ever felt like you were falling while you laid in bed? It was like that only sideways.

explanations first..analogies later. right think
calm
fear is the mind killer, I will not die.

I managed to find a way into the city of not without relying on falling asleep and hoping for the bed.

That is not a place a waking mind should go. In a dream you KNOW things, you are able to easily accept whatever madness it entails with ease, because you're as much it's maker as anything else.

The city is a dream made real, it follows the rules of a shattered causality.

calm


I won't talk more about this now, I won't come across as anything other then nuts, paranoid or crazy. That's even if I come across as legible. More soon, more soon.

The city is a dream made real.

-1

Slender Attacked. Hopefully enough of an explanation.

FINALLY!! This post has taken a few tries to post up. No idea what went wrong, Can only assume Slender dickery.

In any case injuries are few considering what I was against. Mostly a number of bruises on my legs and stomach, which considering my usual attire will mean these will be hidden. Likely done on purpose. Bit dizzy from the entire encounter as well, Slender sickness of a sort?

No, ignore those for now, time heals all bruises, even to those inflicted on ones pride. The Nail Blaster I mentioned in a previous post (essentially a coil gun with multiple subsystems to allow more then a single shot per minute, payload being an iron nail) had a strange effect on slender. Once hit with it he stopped moving for about half a second before I saw the nail fall off him. Beat my ass after that and just left.

Fucker kills Tangent and hangs him like a pinata and is content with just pulling a school yard bully routine on me.

No, losing control of ones emotions is how he gets to you. Causes you to do things that only endanger yourself. We must remain calm and collected to weather this storm.

Calm..

Again, no clue why this took multiple attempts, aside from heavy suspicion of slender dickery. I feel like I'm being toyed with.

Full post to come later. Blogging from mobile. Attacked by slender, limited success with nail blaster... I think.

Second Sightings

Only been 17 days since I last posted.

Anyway, before I go and tell the story of this second sighting I want to make something known to all of you who are either watching this secretly, or may run across this later. First, information is the lifeblood of humanity, with it we are armed against any threat, without it we are doomed. So if you can I would appreciate even the most token of responses. And now I seem like an attention whore on top of a mad man.

Second, I think that Slenders "powers" change slightly depending on who he is stalking. My evidence for this theory? Take a random sampling of any five slenderblogs, while the general abilities will stay the same (insanity inducing, teleportation, tentacle arms, proxies, etc.) Slender seems to exhibit certain additional strengths and or weaknesses depending on who he follows. I'll name a few examples. For a certain Runner whose name escapes me at the moment, if he is higher up then slender he can't be perceived. Meanwhile for a group of fearless workout enthusiasts they can't notice him on film, pictures, and so on. And for yet another piece of evidence, the somewhat infamous Bone that eligibly drove slender away for a short time.

In any case. Second Sighting, in broad daylight in the middle of ______ _________ _______. He was just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria, with no one looking at him. You know I think that's the part I hate the most about this, he chooses when he wants to be seen, and until he's made that decision he may as well not exist, it's infuriating. Then he just walks past me, and next thing I can recall is sitting in front of my computer chatting with associates in a friendly chat room. A few questions later reveals I didn't act any differently then I would have normally (which in and itself is worrying).

Since then I haven't seen the pale prick even once, but of course paranoia won't let me stop 'feeling' that I'm being watched.

The timeframe is moving slower then expected in any case.

Slender needs a sandwich.

I realize my posts are likely not viewed by anyone other then myself. But I feel I should at least make a token attempt to continue this blog. If only to get in the habit of doing so in case things.. go horribly awry soon.

But before I go on I should point something out. Blogging like this, about Slenderman, is essentially pointless. I could come up with the single most divine solution for dealing with Slender, and it would swiftly be discredited, ignored, or passed off as some yokel trying to act big and bad. If every slenderblog is a grain of sand, then every night we all inherit a desert.

But, a grain of sand in a desert, is still there. It can still be picked up, carried with others on some unsuspecting traveler, or even blown by the wind to a place where it will eventually be important.

With all that being said. I had a personal encounter with Slender. As you can tell I'm still alive to write this so it wasn't a violent encounter. He was just standing in the backyard of my house. We ended up having a bit of a staring contest for..god knows how long, before he laughed. Not out loud mind you, but his body language most surely looked like one does when you chuckle at a friends bad joke.

Then I blinked, and he was gone. I'll give him credit, slender is good at unnerving people. Getting under their skin. So I suppose that since I've had a meeting with Slender that I should start preparing for his minions. The hollowed, hallowed, whatever they're being called nowadays. And to that end I've already started a few ideas.

Firstly one of the original theories of what Slender was that he was a Fae, specifically one of the same breed as the ones that pop up in germanic myths. Fitting as germany was one of the first places he was spotted and Germanic Fae seem to all be a bunch of dicks in a similar fashion to slender. Now Fae do possess a weakness, Iron. Pure, undiluted Iron. The metal of industry, and humanity. As such i'm going to see what I can do about getting pure Iron nails, knife, maybe a spear with an Iron tip if I can swing it. From there I intend to construct a Multi-system Coil gun to use as a delivery system for said nails. I may very well be betting the ranch on this weakness, but if I end up ripped asunder for my assumption then at least in the after life I can say I shot slender in the face with a glorified nailgun.

As for the Minions of Slender, they are still capable of human emotions it seems, devoted and scared of their slender master. And as such I'll be preparing weapons of terror. Home made napalm, and other showy weapons. I intend to put the fear of ME into them.

...and just typing all that out makes me feel like I'm somewhere between a madman, a mad scientist, and a yokel trying to make himself look big and bad.

Potential first sightings

An interesting thing happened today.

I was walking, minding my own affairs when I found the calling card of everyones favorite impeccably dressed gentleman. And while our mystery man himself was no where to be seen I couldn't help but catch the feeling that I was being watched.

But it is strange, my associates haven't gone insane, they aren't pulling away from reality, and like I said I haven't actually seen our friend himself.

I wonder if this is the start of something horrid for me, or if I have managed to find a piece of a puzzle meant for someone else.

So many questions. So little answers.

....or perhaps, am I not asking the right questions?

A great game.

Rules.

Our world is run in accordance to a vast series of rules. The Laws of physics.
One piece can act in a certain fashion, cause certain results. This is an undeniable fact. Without these rules our reality would simply not exist. It would be nothing but formless chaos, all powerful and utterly powerless.

Certain creatures,events, and phenomena, seem to function outside of established rules.
This of course makes it seem as if the rules are being broken. But are they?

As we strive forward learning more and more about the world we live in scientists have discovered that many previous "facts" are in truth, false.

So with that in mind are these paranormal entities truly breaking any rules, or are they merely acting on a different portion of the rules that we as humans do not yet have access to?

Just something to think about.

So I found a city that i've never seen, and felt perfectly at home.

I dreamt one night of a perfect creek.
It's water as clear as can be.
And plants and tree dotted the land as far as the eye could see.

But the sun was setting,
and I was forgetting the place that I had to be.

So I turned from the sight,
and walked into the night,
entering a land of R.V's.

I crept through the grounds,
wary of the hounds that wore a human visage.
And with stumbling grace I came about face,
with the city that could never be.

The city was dark, nor for the faint of heart.
For none but me walked it's streets.

Each building I found did try to confound, with the oddity of it name.
As each place did state it was NOT what it truly was.

So with each tiring step I stalked down the street,
I needed to find someone in this dream.

Before very long I came upon a sight I'd not in many years seen.
A arcade of sorts, re-imagined as a haunted house.
And with memories of days past, and a smile on my lips, how could I refuse to explore.

Within those halls each step wore me down faster,
And I knew soon I would need to rest.
But as I searched the walls I came upon door which offered me some respite.
For within it stood a clean bathroom from which to rest.
And upon using cool water to keep myself awake I gazed into a nearby mirror.
My reflection was strange, rippling as if in a pool of quicksilver, drawn as if with paint.
But besides the oddness of it all, I could only think I looked quite well.

I left the stall, continuing into the hall, where I came upon a t.v. of brass.
And using a nearby pad it projected strange images.
Corpses in a pile, still wet and living, as a hand came down from the sky.
It took from them muscle, one part at a time, to a place I could not see.

From there I wandered the halls for a time I can't tell,
When I came upon a last room.
It was filled with costumes of every assortment.
And as I walked through the room, a presence was felt behind me.

I turned and I saw a petite young woman, her face covered with shade.
Her straw colored hair, and nurse costume was something for which I was not prepared.
She approached me in silence but with each step I could see a needle in her hand.

"And what is that for?" I remember my self asking.
"So you wont feel any pain when you're awake" Is what she replied.

And with that said she pushed the needle into my arm, and with a start I awoke in my bed.

Now I must wonder if it was just a dream, why did I feel the sting of the needle? And why have I not dreamed since?